<?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-8662061</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:27:50.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOtionally Impaired</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662061.post-111586232726653110</id><published>2005-05-11T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:45:27.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I had a pretty fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so me and some other people went to the Skydome (or the Rogers Centre. I'll call it a Skydome.) to watch a Blue Jays (Toronto Baseball team) game. So yeah. We left at 11 (yes, during a school day) and arrived there at like 12:30ish. While getting our tickets, Kristina talked to little school children who were probably in like grade 5. They kept calling her some demented name. And we just laughed and told them to eff off infront of their teacher. Then, we had to sit and watch people throw a ball to each other. That didnt really appeal to me (even though we were in the 12th seat from the front), so Kristina and I went to the second floor and stared at really hot skater guys. Then we were like walking really slowly watching these two hot guys and they like nodded and me and Kristina were all panicky. Then, since the Skydome is also showing cars or whatever, me and Kristina like dragged our finger by each one we saw to leave a streak. After, we saw the hottest skaters there and Im like, 'Omg Kristina, I wanna lick him.' (as a joke. Me and Kristina are just odd) and Kristina yells, 'OMFG WE WANNA LICK YOU.' and guess what. They all turn back. And Im like, 'Not you. The one in the red.' then he pointed to himself and Im like, 'Yes, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.' Then we dragged our fingers through the stained glass windows too. So yeah. And we hopped like fairys through all the halls. Oh, then we had lunch and I spent almost 30 bucks on food. We bought Nachos, Cotton Candy, Fries, Drinks, and a Happy Bunny sticker for Kristina. Then Patrick and I poured all the popcorn into one bag, I mean, less to carry right? It lasted us until 4ish. Then, since the school infront of us left, we got to lean back in our ever so awesome seats and put our feet up. I wanted to write on our stomachs, Go (on one persons) and Jays (on the other). But Kristina insisted that she had too much 'blubber'. So we wrote it on our left hand, then on our right, we wrote 'Moo Tonka' who is Kristinas imaginary character. Then whenever they got a homerun or whatever, we'd jump up and down with our hands to the side and scream, 'Whooo. Look at the Moo Tonkas.' So yes. Then, when they were doing player facts on that huuuuuge screen, we yelled, 'HOLY CRAP. NOT CANADIAN.' at all the people on the Blue Jays who werent Canadian. One like lived in Ohio. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then before we left, we saw this homeless man and he looked so sad so I tossed him like 50 cents and Im like, 'Dont spend it on drugs. Spend it on Timbits.' which Kristina advised me to say. Then we saw ANOTHER homeless person, with a guitar, playing music with really shaggy long hair. I tossed him like another 50 cents. Because he was good. And he looked so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the bus, we saw MORE skateboarders and were all like, 'Oh God. Did you know youre hot?' and Kristina just kept Moo Tonka-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to where the bus picked us up at around 6 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. One long blog about one long fun ass day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111586232726653110?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111586232726653110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111586232726653110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111586232726653110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111586232726653110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111543244115054297</id><published>2005-05-06T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:20:41.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmmmm. :| You can all read about my problem with my lovely, Jarett (best friends older brother, bf, known him since I was 5. You know the rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was at my house all day (even when I was at school, he's suspended until next Friday. You probably dont wanna know why), and then like at 10 ish pm, he gets a call from his dad. So yeah, he answers it and he decides to drive home. So Im like, 'Okay. Thats fine.' considering he had been here all day. So whatever, I didnt think anything of it, until, (yes big until) his dad was downstairs. (His dad hates me) So yeah. Im like, 'Oh fuck Jarett.' and yeah. He hugged me and told me to get my ass back upstairs coz his dad is like, childabuser-ish. And considering he hates me, that cant be good. So I go upstairs, thinking Jarett will be fine. I mean, he's Jarett. So then yeah. I get a call 3 minutes later from Jarett telling me his dad fucking punched him. :( and now hes got bruises everywhere and its partially MY fault since his dad hates us being together. But what the hell am i supposed to do? :( He bought me a bunny name Nirvana yesterday, and I dont want him to get beaten up by his own father coz of me. Meh. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111543244115054297?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111543244115054297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111543244115054297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111543244115054297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111543244115054297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/05/hmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111515882780264246</id><published>2005-05-03T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T17:20:27.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shit. Last night I slept funny and now my whole freakin body hurts. At school, I had trouble getting down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during lunch, Anna and I were being 'spies' and like stalking this guy who's birthday was today, trying not to be seen. And of course trying to hide our spyness from the other students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got stared at, laughed at and um, well, pointed at too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Too lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sits still-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111515882780264246?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111515882780264246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111515882780264246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111515882780264246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111515882780264246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111507929000076093</id><published>2005-05-02T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T19:14:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I havent ever really been stressed about what happens on the web, but today is totally &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I wanted (and still do) ROCKabye.org? Yeah. Overnight, I got &lt;b&gt;7 emails&lt;/b&gt; telling me &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; wanted ROCKabye. And that &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; had come up with the name various times ago and I should back off. Pfft. Please. If they &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; come up with it a loooong time ago, they should have bought it. Simple as that. I have to wait for my paypal though. Stupid mother's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, a bit of friendly competition never hurt anyone, did it? Not cool bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if anyone &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; get too close on ROCKabye, they can expect me to be a frequent &lt;b&gt;BITCHING&lt;/b&gt; commenter. Trust me. I have your IP's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-manic laughter {aka the BWHAHAHAHA}-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. And, Gregory and I have been 'brainstorming' other possible domain names. None of which I like as MUCH as Rockabye, but I like. Those names wont be revealed. I learned from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. One wrong move and I'll kick your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111507929000076093?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111507929000076093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111507929000076093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111507929000076093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111507929000076093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/05/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111497797777731270</id><published>2005-05-01T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:06:17.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my mum had comfronted me about the domain thing. It was kinda awkward, since Im guessing she knew that I knew she had listened in on my conversation with Jarett about this the night before she talked to me. She acted all weird saying, &lt;b&gt;'Kylie. I know you spend alot of time on the computer and I was wondering if you want me to buy you a www.?'&lt;/b&gt; (She calls domains www.'s) I just sorta looked at her and said, &lt;b&gt;'I dunno.'&lt;/b&gt; +shrug+ What was I supposed to do, &lt;b&gt;let&lt;/b&gt; her know about my internet shiz? No way. She'd like talk to her friends about it. Icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when your parents know something about you that you never ever wanted them to catch? Ugh. Whatever, I'll buy the domain with my card and just never tell her where $100 goes every year. Shopping spree, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, ROCKabye.org it is. $100/year hosting and domain from &lt;a href="http://www.magicomm.net/plans_hosting.php"&gt;Magicomm&lt;/a&gt; (which has 1000MB of space. 900 which wont be used. =) I have a feeling a hostee hunt will be in order). Thats not bad actually. I can come up with the money by working minimum wage for around 2 weeks, 2 hours daily. Or, if Gregory &lt;b&gt;does&lt;/b&gt; open a reseller account, then I can get hosted by him. Whichever has a better deal. (Most likely Greg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added 7 backgrounds today (Under the "oo2" section). Theyre the funky kind. Learned to make em today at &lt;a href="http://www.pixelfx.org/" target="blank"&gt;Pixelfx tutorials&lt;/a&gt;. I like em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Tomorrow Im going to bring my digi cam and take some shots of my friends, me, my lil community and I'll post em for you to see. Feel special, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111497797777731270?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111497797777731270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111497797777731270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111497797777731270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111497797777731270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-my-mum-had-comfronted-me-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111489164850291484</id><published>2005-04-30T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T15:07:28.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:| I feel so freakin unpopular on the web. I like live in a corner. &lt;b&gt;GO ME!&lt;/b&gt; So, Im looking for affiliates. Yep. Comment, tag, or email me if you're interested (which I bet no one is. =\) But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im buying a domain in the summer. Actually maybe two, one for me and one for Anna. Im looking at around 90+ bucks a year because I want 600MB for alot of hostees. Anna can deal with 100MB. lol Im so nice. :) Here are my &lt;b&gt;-future-&lt;/b&gt; domain possibilities from what I ranked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PS-iloveyou.org&lt;br /&gt;- ROCKabye.org&lt;br /&gt;- down-on-you.org&lt;br /&gt;- drown-in-tears.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| Im open to any suggestion. But theres a long time before it, though. Im going to wait and see by July if I still want one and if Gregory's started his reselling account yet because I doubt I would trust anyone other than him or a hosting company to host a total of 700MB and $90CD or $110USD. Totally depends. Haha, I might even buy people (friends) domain's and hosting for a year. I still dont know though. It's all iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom vroom. I have a weird story to tell about last night's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was my mum, my bro, my aunt and I going to dinner. When we got there, my mums boyfriend (who I hate and most likely hates me too because I told him the first time I met him if he talked to me one more time I would have him pinned to the ground, dangling spit over his face.) was there too and I didnt think he would be. So I start going, &lt;b&gt;'Why dont you invite that guy too?'&lt;/b&gt; (I was pointing to some random dude by the street). After one hour, I end up eating dinner, with my mum, my bro, my aunt, my mums bf and the table beside us is the dude from the street corner, munching away. My mum paid for his dinner and I swear she's acting like she's on crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 5-ish, my mum called me and starts asking me if I want to get my lip pierced because &lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt; wants her bellybutton pierced. :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then midway through dinner, the people at the restaurant brought out a meat filled menu and I throw a Pamela Anderson and start complaining to the chef that he's hurting the little chicken. Then I go, &lt;b&gt;'WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I CUT YOUR HEAD OFF AND FED YOU TO A BUNCH OF PEOPLE GOING, "MMM...THIS LOOKS GRRREAT!" I DONT THINK SO!'&lt;/b&gt; but since we ordered like 200 bucks worth of food, they couldnt throw me out. They wouldnt be paid. So then they're like, &lt;b&gt;'Would you like a free ice cream cone?'&lt;/b&gt; and I start yelling, &lt;b&gt;'NO. I WOULDNT!'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then people started to stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken-killers. -rolls eyes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111489164850291484?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111489164850291484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111489164850291484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111489164850291484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111489164850291484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-feel-so-freakin-unpopular-on-web.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111473716742625569</id><published>2005-04-28T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T20:12:47.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. Gregory and I are having a hell of a time on MSN laughing at losers. One's self indulgent and the other is just plain stupid, and they both think they have 'fans' -dies of laughing- They are like stupid childish goats who look like gerbils and have nothing better to do than think they are 'on the top of the web food chain' Dream on. Just do it, `k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im guessing you're all thinking, &lt;b&gt;'Holy fuck. Immense bitch.'&lt;/b&gt; but if they didnt expect someone to rag on them, they shouldnt have blocked Gregory for expressing his opinion. There is &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; wrong with that and he even &lt;b&gt;apologized&lt;/b&gt; for it. I wouldnt have. If you dont want people to express themselves, &lt;b&gt;don't make a site!&lt;/b&gt; We'd all be &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; as happy if you sat in your little corner and ate Kraft Dinner all day long. It wouldnt matter to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, grow up, kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, added some new content. Fake Vectors. :) I like them. Especially the Ashlee Simpson one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG PLUG TO GREGORY (for being naturally cool) &amp; ANNA (for helping me code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;A href="http://44caliberlove.com" target="blank"&gt;44CALIBERLOVE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;&amp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://midnight-rain.org/anna" target="blank"&gt;SHALLOW HEART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111473716742625569?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111473716742625569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111473716742625569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111473716742625569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111473716742625569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111463645873899620</id><published>2005-04-27T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:18:16.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lets start with the &lt;b&gt;obvious&lt;/b&gt;. New layout. Drew Fuller. Im not done yet. I still have to fix my comments and cbox. Oh crap, and the credits. I better do that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I also took a new piccy. -pokes sidebar- :) My shortness kinda shows there. Its not cool, Im like 4'8 (Oh shit. I think I shrunk.) and my host, only 6 years older than me, is 6'2. My Lord. Im a midgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, grats to &lt;a href="http://www.likeatattoo.com/" target="blank"&gt;Ash&lt;/a&gt; who added an &lt;b&gt;'o'&lt;/b&gt; to her domain. Go her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. Its nearly 5:30 and I havent started homework. Uh oh. Mums gonna stab me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get off after I finish my credits. The rest can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;{After 2 minutes of posting}&lt;/b&gt; I just realized I dont have scrollbars. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111463645873899620?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111463645873899620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111463645873899620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111463645873899620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111463645873899620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/lets-start-with-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111437159473653057</id><published>2005-04-24T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:01:14.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:| My computer is being a fugly bitch. Its having this weird popup thingy of Anti Virus crap by my start bar and Im freakin pissed off. Heres what it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xs.to/xs.php?h=xs25&amp;d=05160&amp;f=annoyinghellofapopup.png" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs25.xs.to/pics/05160/annoyinghellofapopup.png" border="0" width="286"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows how the hell to fix it, telling me would be nice, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all you people going 'WTF IS ON HER DESKTOP?!' Its a picture of Kelly Clarkson. I have a screenie of that too. Anna made my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs25.xs.to/pics/05160/mydeskie.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. If you can make the popup thingy stop coming without me turning off my Virus Protection, I'll um... love you and make you a layout or two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| -dies- I want it &lt;b&gt;OUT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111437159473653057?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111437159473653057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111437159473653057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111437159473653057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111437159473653057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-computer-is-being-fugly-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111428418805128545</id><published>2005-04-23T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:23:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! You can all expect a new layout. Im going to make 2 and decide which I like. One will have the Destiny's Child song, Girl, on it, and the other will have Amanda Stott's Homless Heart lyrics. Or the Valentine song lyrics. Oh God. Im going soft. Okay, throw in a Cone, Billy Talent or Green day layout just so I feel good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only use one though. The rest I'll just give away to whoever is willing to take my crappy layouts. So dont expect my name on it till I get Anna's opinion since shes my Sumo Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because last night we stayed up to watch the Kim Possible movie (which was an awesome movie. Dont look at me like that. Im not even 20 yet. &lt;br /&gt;-coughnotevenclosecough-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Its gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my arms feel like jello after dance. Like &lt;b&gt;old&lt;/b&gt; jello. The one you let dry out in the sun last June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go make some layouts. One for me and the rest to give away. &lt;b&gt;(EW GIVING AWAY! Kidding...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111428418805128545?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111428418805128545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111428418805128545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111428418805128545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111428418805128545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi-guys-you-can-all-expect-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111411774346735225</id><published>2005-04-21T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T16:09:03.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well kids. Im going to make some more blends then put them up for you guys, WITHOUT text. But the Lohan and Duff ones will still have text. Too lazy to edit that. I need to know &lt;b&gt;who to feature in my blends&lt;/b&gt;! If you know someone cool who doesnt sing pop pop crap (since Im kinda doing all the people that do since apparently they have a fanbase) or rap, leave a comment. No Marilyn Manson. (Though I love his music) His official site kinda freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially become a virus scanning loser. Everytime I log in and get a pop up I just scan with all my scanning programs. But usually Norton AntiVirus crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I might be making a new layout. Just because apparently no one knows who Alexisonfire is except for the cool few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Not cool guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hopefully I will be getting a blogging program with a little help from Gregory to bring me out of my traumatic state of 'CuteNewsphobia' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughSITEKILLERScough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I say 'Anyways' alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to make more blends, do homework, then try some 404s or dividers. Something easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111411774346735225?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111411774346735225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111411774346735225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111411774346735225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111411774346735225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111403917850473265</id><published>2005-04-20T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:19:38.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well kids, Im trying to make linkware blends. And its not going so well. Well, it is, but I dont know if you like them. Heres two I made. Any comments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs25.xs.to/pics/05164/ll1.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xs25.xs.to/pics/05164/hd1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont take them yet. Or I will kick you...hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I got a special plug on &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com"&gt;Greggies&lt;/a&gt; site. Go him for being cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to attempt more you content. Bye bye kiddies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111403917850473265?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111403917850473265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111403917850473265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111403917850473265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111403917850473265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-kids-im-trying-to-make-linkware.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111394990785427686</id><published>2005-04-19T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:31:47.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well! Im &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; done! The haloscan crap can wait. So can the cbox. It can wait till I finish my math project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Math project. I havent started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, today Mme. made us fly kites. Yes. You can all go WTF?! Considering my whole class did. Stupider thing is she made us MAKE them. Mine and Annas got tangled. We can expect an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dies- I have SO much work to do. School work and content. Fun Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111394990785427686?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111394990785427686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111394990785427686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111394990785427686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111394990785427686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-well-well-im-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111344036530103296</id><published>2005-04-13T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:59:25.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well kiddies, Im moving. Sites I mean. &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com"&gt;Gregory&lt;/a&gt;, my awesomest buddy, has decided to host me. Hehe. So I'll be {insert*name*here}.44caliberlove.com Yeah. So dont expect me to blog for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG GREGORYS HOSTING ME! -pinches self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant plug you guys today. Mum is makin me get off. BUT I will when I move. On my first blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell Gregory he is an awesome potato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111344036530103296?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111344036530103296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111344036530103296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111344036530103296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111344036530103296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-kiddies-im-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111322400907423205</id><published>2005-04-11T07:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T07:54:13.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New MB!</title><content type='html'>Hello Kiddos. Thanks for all the comments. I love you guys! -plug at the end of this blog-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a new favourite song. Franco Unamerican - nofx. I also love the video, it has some pretty good vectors. Yeah, I cant even watch a music video without comparing it to the internet world. Well, if you wanna hear the song, AIM or MSN me. Ill send it to you along with the video. Also, if you want a different song or video, I can get it for you. :) Any song at all that isnt outdated, like no Spice Girl, Oops I did it again! crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard a song called Fuck Authority - Pennywise and Im like, 'Okay, it's all fine when someone kidnaps you in your sleep and no justice is put opon them. Yeah, the polics do NOTHING' -/sarcasm- They DO matter, Im SO sick of whiny bitching songs about how our authorities dont matter. Im not buying the 'Ohh. They got me in crap for no reason' bull. Too freakin' condensed. If it werent for them, you wouldnt really live past 15. God. Its so freakin pissyoffable (lol Sunrise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrgh. Im skipping class today to make some visitor content. Im like 'Mum, Im not going to school, I need to make some visitor crap.' She was half asleep so all she heard was, 'Im not goin to school.' so she just nodded or whatever. Its all good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, &lt;a href="http://blue-starz.net/"&gt;LindsAy&lt;/a&gt; will be helping me change my site to ONE which will be compatible in both browsers. Awesome eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Poof. New MB. &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://spontaneous.kyouki.org/portal.php"&gt;SPONTANEOUS MB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you join, U2U me. My username is Kylie and I am the Fat People Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember kids, make love not war, condoms are cheaper than guns. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[PLUG]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.midnight-rain.org/anna/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wasted-glamour.org/heidi/"&gt; Heidi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://blue-starz.net/"&gt;LindsAy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lucy.quietinfinity.org/"&gt;Lucy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://runningjaded.com/"&gt;Juliette&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://0ne1.net/"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://msbrightside.com"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com/"&gt;Gregory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111322400907423205?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111322400907423205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111322400907423205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111322400907423205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111322400907423205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-mb.html' title='New MB!'/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111309100656956254</id><published>2005-04-09T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T18:56:46.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took this from &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com"&gt;Gregory&lt;/a&gt; who took this from &lt;a href="http://www.paperpieces.org/"&gt;Yimin&lt;/a&gt; who took this from &lt;a href="http://www.mortal-beauty.org/index.html"&gt;Kat&lt;/a&gt;. Answer = Comment. Do it and Ill &lt;3 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;12. When’s the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to put this on your journal/blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 14 wont really aply if you dont leave a URL. Or whatever. Or if I get lazy. ANSWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111309100656956254?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111309100656956254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111309100656956254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111309100656956254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111309100656956254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-took-this-from-gregory-who-took-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111307096308879208</id><published>2005-04-09T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:22:43.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout FINALLY up. As promised. I am so freakin tired. Me and Anna were up till like 12 last night coding this and continued this morning too. AND yesterday Anna made me give something up. Nothing you guys need to know of. But its a BIG something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im off to plug. Get commented on my new layout which my lovely ANNA coded. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-off to plug/comment-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111307096308879208?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111307096308879208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111307096308879208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111307096308879208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111307096308879208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-layout-finally-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111292547112689463</id><published>2005-04-07T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T21:41:27.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. No blog today. Just expect a new layout -coughDavidDesrosiersfromSimplePlan-cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) AND BLUE! VERY SEXY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done so you all can see it and tell meh if im improving or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xs23.xs.to/pics/05145/daviddlay.png"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt; for a preview of Bite Me version 6... i think. Maybe 7. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111292547112689463?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111292547112689463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111292547112689463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111292547112689463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111292547112689463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111282447415216897</id><published>2005-04-06T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T16:54:34.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home alas. Alas. Funny word, no? Alas. Sounds like Atlas and reminds me of ass. Its SUCH a cool word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haloscan = major suckagge. Not being nice. Its like ... not showing how many comments I got. If I got 9 it will say 1. If I got 4 itll say 1. Not cool. Not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ill make this blog short. 2 Reasons. 1) I need to piss really badly. But Im scared my MOM might read this shiz. 2) I need to PLUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. No updates but Mme is getting better. Her PMS-ing is coming to a close eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO AND Vincent. He comes to me, Anna, and Kristinki and hes like 'What the eff is EMU?' and were all like '...A bird.' and hes like 'KYLIE! YOU LIKE BIRDS!' Funny, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. He told us Gaven took pics of us and said he wants to finger us. And Im like '...Isnt taking someones pic with them unknowing ILLEGAL?!' Hes SO odd. Im surprised Kristinki liked him. And now, she found a new Stalkee. His name - Lucas and he is either one or two grades older than us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Thats it. Im just going to plug my lovely commenters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[PLUG]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.midnight-rain.org/anna/" target=blank&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.likeatatto.com/" target=blank&gt;Ash&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://float-on.net/" target=blank&gt;Feilisha&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.crystals-ss.net/untrueconfessions/" target=blank&gt;Jennifer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://so-unusual.pixelled.com/" target=blank&gt;Allison&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://msbrightside.com" target=blank&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com/" target=blank&gt;Gregory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111282447415216897?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111282447415216897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111282447415216897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111282447415216897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111282447415216897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/home-alas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111273741216142450</id><published>2005-04-05T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:53:46.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mwahaha. My mum said I can get a paypal account. thingy. Shes like, 'Kylie, if you eff this up...' [brief pause] 'Its your money. But dont expect a car if you eff up THAT bad.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| I need to make a friggin kaleidoscope. Yeah. I had to perform SPELL CHECK to know how to spell it. If I cant spell it, why teh fekkers do I hafta MAKE one? Its soo pointless. Apparently, Ms. Pocrivca, or however you spell her name, hasnt realized we dont really PLAY with them anymore. Or the fact that we stopped 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. SO MUCH HWK! -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I reviewed &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com" target=blank&gt;Gregorys site&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://remixx.net/rated/" target=blank&gt;'R rated' Topsites&lt;/a&gt;. My review was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Gregorys site = kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory = hot ass.'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mersh. Admit it. You all wanted to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyways, at the end of the day, I decided that I would ask Anna what she thought she would be in 10 years. She didnt answer so Im like, 'What was that? A PORN STAR?!' lmao. And apparently, &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;'m a hooker, and Kristinas a pole dancer. And were all like, 'Well, atleast I dont take my top off for a bunch of computer stalkers!' Haha. And her site will be Annasplayground.org Check it out in 10-15 years. Hehe. And I was the one that started her career. -tear- LMAO. But Im a hooker. :| Not so good but... WHO'S MY FIRST CLIENT?! lmao. Expect me after 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-giggles- I dont really wanna be a hooker, silly! I wanna get into teh LAW. Coz it sounds cool. Say it. LAWWWWWW. Wow. -mighty coolness-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days till Jen is 18! Yay for Jen! (For teh people that dont know, Jen = my awesome host. Ruin her bday, And Ill turn you into a marshmallow... I mean frog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dies- I better get to doing my hwk. Theres soo much. -shudders at math project-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 2 COMMENTS? Tut Tut! What happened to all you hot-asses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111273741216142450?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111273741216142450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111273741216142450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111273741216142450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111273741216142450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/mwahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111265091691991862</id><published>2005-04-04T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:10:33.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-pokes- BLOGGER ISNT WORKING IN IE. -dies- -dies again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mme was SO PMS-ing today. I was biting my nails (dont call 911 now) and shes like 'Kylie. I dont appreciate you doing that while Im speaking.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I roll my eyes and under my breathe Im like 'Wtf?' and she yells, 'EXCUSE ME. IS THAT A PROBLEM?!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, WTF?! GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after lunch, me and Anna were walking down stairs and shes like 'I seem to notice you guys showing alot of skin and violating the dress code. I do not make these rules, I just enforce them.' So, basically CALLING me and Anna sluts. But her tone of voice. She said it like SHE doesnt wear skimpy skirts and shirts you can see through. Me and Anna dont, yet she does, and she calls US sluts? I mean seriously, Im not wearing a shirt that says 'Hooters' on it, Im not wearing pants that say 'Fuck the universe!' and Im obviously NOT cheating on my husband with the vice principal, who you FRENCHED (Gwahajajash. Shes a FRENCH teacher.) in the library infront of your class. Mhmm. Im SUCH a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:| GOD! She NEEDS to understand how friggin stupid she sounds. She *thinks* our whole class loves her, yet, none of us do. None of us are willing to ask her to bend over and kiss her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially thought of getting a Paypal thingy. No, no. Not to e-bay. To donate! Theres one person I have in mind. Someone very talented, and has a HOT ASS site. I wont say anything. Y'know, just incase I DONT get my Paypal thing. -doesnt want to hurt their feelings- But the site is TRULY more than deserving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yawns- Anna is getting me an avvie. Actually 2. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, my site sucks ass according to the yoursite.nu-ers. -feels like an amateur- Im not THAT bad am I? I got Adobe like a month ago. Whos to blame? And I learned to FTP like ... 3 weeks ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[PLUG]&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://44caliberlove.com" target="blank"&gt;Gregory&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ashley.pixelfx.org/" target="blank"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mystique.acidmb.net/" target="blank"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://stolensoul.net" target="blank"&gt;Bella&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://runningjaded.com" target="blank"&gt;Juliette&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://msbrightside.com" target="blank"&gt;Sunrise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111265091691991862?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111265091691991862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111265091691991862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111265091691991862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111265091691991862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/pokes-blogger-isnt-working-in-ie.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111255266837519361</id><published>2005-04-03T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:57:42.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[Later]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted my site to &lt;a href="http://yoursite.nu"&gt;Yoursite.nu&lt;/a&gt; -is waiting for a review- I have a feeling not many people will like it, but, hopefully, some will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Later]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Yet &lt;b&gt;another&lt;/b&gt; layout. I cant blog much. Im going to have to plug, comment on my affiliates/friends sites, and do whatever I can to get evaluated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of getting my site reviewed. Im not sure yet. -nervous- I want to see what others think, but I dont want to feel poorly about my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys think I should go for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111255266837519361?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111255266837519361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111255266837519361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111255266837519361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111255266837519361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/later-i-have-submitted-my-site-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111238792172012906</id><published>2005-04-01T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:38:41.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. New layout. I like it. I just dont really like Ashlee. But it was the music I was listening. It 'inspired' me. I also had the time seeing I skipped class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bad Kylie bad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I cant find a DECENT font color for the blog and sidecontent. Ugh! Its pissyoffable. If you think you know one, tag it because my comments arent working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent called and hes like 'WHERE ARE YOU! I WANT MCDONALDS!' and Im like '...Im at home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ I have no other updates besides the fact I made 4 layouts today! 4! And ended up liking this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im out. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111238792172012906?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111238792172012906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111238792172012906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111238792172012906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111238792172012906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/04/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111230630157519840</id><published>2005-03-31T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T15:58:21.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. Im uploading some MSN dps for the site. Theyre just a brush with some text on it, but I made sure that they didnt resize in MSN and that the text would be readable. I'd like some feedback on those please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent walked me home today as he will tomorrow. He's my 'bessy.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really pissed at Anna today. And Shannon. They were being mean. -ahem- ANNA. And now, they hafta hook me up with an emo boy or I wont speak to em. EVER. And ever is a long time now eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still making dps then I hafta do hwk. Thats about it. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111230630157519840?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111230630157519840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111230630157519840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111230630157519840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111230630157519840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111223662829154043</id><published>2005-03-30T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:39:49.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. Half an hour of piano CAN kill you. Y'all watch out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, *continuing* my blog because my mum just decided to yank me off the comp, Me, Anna, and Kristina were like biting each other. Kristina bit my head. It hurt...bad. And ya know what was...painful. Then Michael and Jordan got into a huge fight and whatnot and Jordan, being one year older, actually took it a step to far. Ripping Michaels sweater (or close to it) and hurting him. Gawd. Jordan sucks! Its SO mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, check out my MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seduced-boards.com" target="blank"&gt;SEDUCED BOARDS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://seduced-boards.com" target="blank"&gt;SEDUCED BOARDS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://seduced-boards.com" target="blank"&gt;SEDUCED BOARDS&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://seduced-boards.com" target="blank"&gt;SEDUCED BOARDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join it. Say that ` vindication referred ya. Thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And comment on my last blog and this one. Thank you SO much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xoxo Kylie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111223662829154043?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111223662829154043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111223662829154043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111223662829154043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111223662829154043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111221846980496118</id><published>2005-03-30T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T15:34:29.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. Im backk. I had the oddest dream last night. It was like ... &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; weird. Like weirder than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was on a school bus with all the Care Bears. And then, when we get off the school bus, the Care Bears grow 3 inches. So, were off the bus and then I go to class. Except no ones there. And my teacher comes in, but it wasnt really my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Donald Duck crossbred with Mickey Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start the lesson and I hear 'Oops. I Did it again!' except its not Britney Spears *singing* Its The PowerPuff Girls. Holding a live concert. In my empty classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get warped into some 'Nothing to Lose' video. Its all black and white and theres this &lt;b&gt;gorgeous&lt;/b&gt; emo boy behind me scribbling in his notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to talk to him and he says his name is &lt;b&gt;Dylan&lt;/b&gt;. Yupp. Then, as I try to respond, I dont have my voice. I have &lt;b&gt;ELMOS&lt;/b&gt; voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the people in the world! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left class for the caf. And you wouldnt BELIEVE what they were serving! Mr. Potatoe heads BRAIN on a stick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I meet Anna there. (Out of all the people I could be stuck with in a freaky dream, she'd be &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; down that list.) So I say 'Hello Anna' in my Elmo voice and she stares at me for a minute, then she drops to the ground. Rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling, 'LOCK DOWN! LOCK DOWN! FIRE DRILL! WHAT WHAT!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone (when I say everyone, I mean the caf servers) drop down and begin to yell 'LOCK DOWN!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I drop down and hide under a desk. Which then begins to bite me. So I left the caf. And NOW I get the color switch to turn back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, even better, I get thrown into an Episode of 'Family Guy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Stewie is addicted to Fruit Loops Cereal. But, he calls it Fruit LOO Cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brian keeps licking the TV screen because of Christina Aguilers new face lift which made her look like a German mad man. Sorta like Hitler. And it turns Brian on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peter kept saying how his tummy tuck was so good that Chris should try it. But he didnt look any skinnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house. And then the oompa loompas started some oompa on oompa action. I got sorta disturbed by their orange skin so I hopped on my bus and left. Then, I woke up yelling 'Oompa Loompa Doompa Dee Doo!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my dream. Moving onto today stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Patrick fell asleep in Science and Mme is like 'RIGHT Kylie?' and Im like 'Mhmm. Yeah' because Chiara poked me in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I figured out my lil crush on emo guys. Awwwww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111221846980496118?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111221846980496118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111221846980496118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111221846980496118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111221846980496118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111189182859626815</id><published>2005-03-26T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T20:50:28.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen to this story. Its sooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a boyfriend who grew up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Frans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frans, do you want to go watch a movie?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans: "I cant" Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to study at home? I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am going to meet a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met girls infront of me, like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, I was just a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "love" only came out of my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say "I love you" before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, there weren't any anniversaries at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt say anything from the first day and it continued through 100 days, 200 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he would hand me a doll. I dont know why. Then one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, Frans...I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frans: Um, take this doll, and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dissappeared. Like he was running away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolls I received filled my room. Then my 15th birthday came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted Frans to call. But the day turned to night. He never called. Then suddenly, at 2 am. He called and told me to go outside and meet him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he handed me a doll and left. Forgetting my birthday. As he ran off I yelled, "Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came. "Tell me you love me." I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said simple cold words, then left. "If you are so desperate to hear it, find someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he isnt right for me. I spent a month sitting and crying. He never called, though I waited around the phone each day. He just handed me a doll, ever morning, outside of my house. Never fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go back to school. My month of sulking was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what pained me the most was that I saw him on the street, touching the doll, smiling, a smile I had never seen before, to another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran home crying, whyd he give me all these dolls? They were probably picked out by other girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang, it was him, telling me to meet him outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he held out the doll. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at him, telling him I never wanted to meet a person like him ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, his eyes were shaking, he walked to the road to pick the doll up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You stupid! Just throw it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored me and tried to pick it up. Then Honk~~Honk~~ A loud truck was coming toward him. I yelled for him to move. But he didnt hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONK~~*Boom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats how he went from me. I sulked even worse. He left me. I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two months, I decided to take the dolls out. I wanted to see how many days I spent truly close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 485 dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry again. I hugged one of the dolls in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~~I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up another and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~~I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~~I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~~I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized it, but his heart was always beside me. Protecting me. I took the doll out from under the bed, the one with his blood stain on it. I squeezed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo...do you know what today is? Weve been loving each other for 486 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt say I love you. I was too shy. But take this doll...it will say I love you...everyday...until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo...I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why God? Why am I too late? He cant be by my side. But he loved me until his last moment alive. And I will always carry that doll with me, until the day I can meet him in heaven." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. So sad. -crys- Full version &lt;a href="http://www.asianavenue.com/Members/Me/personalpage.html?MEMBER=0n3--l0v3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; I revised it a tad so that it would fit in a blog lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111189182859626815?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111189182859626815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111189182859626815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111189182859626815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111189182859626815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/listen-to-this-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111176408035275540</id><published>2005-03-25T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:21:20.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im still at my bros. I got his MSN to work. I just downloaded 7.0. Thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking to Vincent last night till like 11:30 and he has a 'plan' to get me and Dylan to at &lt;b&gt;least&lt;/b&gt; be friends again. Yeah. I used to think Vincent was a real bitch, but hes an ok(ish) person. I guess. Most of the time. Sometimes. Ok, hardly ever but whatever. That sounds too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying out asianavenue and I realized how weird their version of HTML is. And how hard it is to understand! After you've been FTP-ing for a while, that kind of stuff is a tad ... complicated. o___0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im most likely going to give up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at around 10-ish, Vincent was my 500th hit. lol. Wewt! Only 500 more to go till 1000. -pants- This might take a while. But whatever. I was pretty glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of a new layout. Billie Joe perhaps? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111176408035275540?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111176408035275540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111176408035275540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111176408035275540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111176408035275540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-still-at-my-bros.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111170142065523985</id><published>2005-03-24T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T15:57:00.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. To the questions in my comments - Dylan is like my bff. Who I like (as in a tad more than a friend) Hehe. But Im starting to think hes just hawt. Not what &lt;b&gt;IM&lt;/b&gt; looking for. He kinda made it obvious now. We're like ... semi friends now. And its ok. Im ok. -is proud- I was almost sure Id crack. It hurt ... but not &lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt; bruised up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma be house sitting at my bros. It sucks coz hes in Texas. -misses him- Conner. Come home. I left my keys in your house and I couldnt find em. Find em ... please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new layout. I dunno who to feature though. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111170142065523985?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111170142065523985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111170142065523985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111170142065523985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111170142065523985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111152940223711989</id><published>2005-03-22T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:10:02.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. Dylan spiked his hair and its looking hawt. He was being such a sweetie earlier...but now, Im kinda, you know, pissed. Coz Vincent said that Dylan could care less about me. And Im planning on buying him a $ 120 chain...and an earring. If he cant find his other one. Ill blog a tad later and explain. I have homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111152940223711989?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111152940223711989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111152940223711989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111152940223711989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111152940223711989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111144219660647980</id><published>2005-03-21T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T15:56:36.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. I had an &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan didnt spike his hair up. He lost all his cuteness. -is sad- He should bring back his hawtness...by spiking up his hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. First day back, -____- and I have seemed to have lost my &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; Religion text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; Sanity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; Math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; Geometry set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; Pencil case.&lt;br /&gt;Blah. And I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; those things! Its like...school needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We also had a tad &lt;b&gt;"thing"&lt;/b&gt; with fruit flies today. Some people left food in their lockers. &lt;b&gt;Food + March Break + Locker = Fruit Fly Attack!&lt;/b&gt; Yeah. It sucked out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fitz was like saying &lt;b&gt;snarl&lt;/b&gt; in a really funny way. Like snarrrrrl. Me and Anna were cracking up coz hes like, &lt;b&gt;"It makes your mouth twist in multiple knots."&lt;/b&gt; And were like &lt;b&gt;"Okaaaay there. Moving on..."&lt;/b&gt; but it was funny. Snarl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111144219660647980?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111144219660647980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111144219660647980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111144219660647980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111144219660647980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111135895574980457</id><published>2005-03-20T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:49:15.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am stuck at my brothers house. My cell = outta battery since I left it on yesterday, last night, and this morning. And it gets way better. My brother, he has a sucky comp. A slow one. Like...&lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; slow. Like a '95 comp. Yeah. &lt;b&gt;And to top it off&lt;/b&gt;, HIS MSN DONT WORK! Gah. I swear I am going to...crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Mr. 3000 with him. It was an ok movie. My bro is downstairs watching I, Robot now. Im here. Panicking. I swear. It is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Anna asked Jen how much space we're using. Im using 0.666 of MB. Jen has 100 MB for her, and all her hostees to split and me and Anna are like "We're .666 of that 100. We're special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, MSN &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; kicked in. After around 10 sign-in attempts. -_- My brother, Im &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; telling mum to buy him a new computer for his safety and the safety of all MSN-ers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111135895574980457?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111135895574980457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111135895574980457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111135895574980457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111135895574980457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-am-stuck-at-my-brothers-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111128138253311027</id><published>2005-03-19T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:16:22.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey dewds. New affie. And a pretty cool day. Which included mum buying my a new phone (ooo ahh). Yupp. It was a pretty cool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone. Probably &lt;b&gt;THE&lt;/b&gt; biggest part of the day. Its a pretty Motorola v180. I love it to bits! Its got a playboy (yes, I know) case. And...well, its hot. Anna agrees. Here. I have pics. Hover em.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Picture275.jpg" alt="My phone closed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Picture276.jpg" alt="My phone opened"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Then my mom dragged me to a movie with her, her friend and her friends daughter...who is &lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;! So I began calling people that I could &lt;b&gt;trying&lt;/b&gt; to get them to come down to meet me at the Cineplex, but no one wanted to! So I had to watch &lt;i&gt;The Pacifier&lt;/i&gt;. It was ok. But there was this really hot guy in the movie. He played the role as Seth. Really hawt...just with brown hair though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. New affie. Evone. Pretty Graphics designer. &lt;b&gt;Very&lt;/b&gt; talented. Worth the time. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know who my next layout is going to feature, &lt;b&gt;CHESTER&lt;/b&gt;! You know, Linken Park. Yeah. He's gorgeous! I tend to feature gorgeous guys on my layouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off to comment, plug, and tag. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111128138253311027?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111128138253311027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111128138253311027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111128138253311027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111128138253311027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-dewds.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111118182931206357</id><published>2005-03-18T15:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:37:09.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-gasp- -hugs layout- -hugs screen- -hugs button- -hugs Anna- I GOT A NEW LAYOUT! After about 1 day and a half. x) Im never satisfied! But I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; this layout coz Benny is on it. And Ben = hawt beyond belief. Comment on the layout Anna made for me as a gift. Do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111118182931206357?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111118182931206357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111118182931206357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111118182931206357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111118182931206357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/gasp-hugs-layout-hugs-screen-hugs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111115372078016573</id><published>2005-03-18T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T08:14:07.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-yawns- I have a &lt;b&gt;somewhat&lt;/b&gt; interesting blog today (no, not really. But you all care about my life...or else you wouldnt be here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So Shannon came over two days ago. We &lt;b&gt;attempted&lt;/b&gt; to watch Mean Girls...but in the middle of the movie, Shannons like &lt;i&gt;'Lets go to Tim Hortons'&lt;/i&gt; and since my house is a one minute walk to there, I agreed. So we get our jackets and go. Then when we get there Shannon goes &lt;i&gt;'What do you want from here?'&lt;/i&gt; and Im like nothing and I said that she should buy a minicake. After 5 minutes of waiting in line, Shannon says &lt;i&gt;'Omg. Lets go back! Im scared!'&lt;/i&gt; and Shannon, being my guest, we go back. It was &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; pointless. After getting back, we were watching Mean Girls and me and Shannon hadn't said much to each other (concentrating on the movie and all). So I go &lt;i&gt;'Shannon, we haven't talked in a long while'&lt;/i&gt; and she stays silent, then we burst out laughing. Then Shannon decided that looking at my hamster was a good thing. And so, she stares at Atticus and the hamster stares back. Within 5 minutes, she considered my hamster an &lt;i&gt;'Evil being from Hell'&lt;/i&gt; who was getting ready to attack her. Smart Shannon, &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I love random tags/comments. They make me feel nice...and known. -pauses- But no one knows me...ahh well. Its all fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters were yelling at each other at like 5 Am and Im like &lt;i&gt;'Chantelle. Emz.'&lt;/i&gt; and I paused, they stared. After a slow 20 seconds I say &lt;i&gt;'Go home. Thats why you have one.'&lt;/i&gt; Actually, they have one so that they can keep as far away from me as possible. Yet they seem to spend more time at my house than they do at their own. Retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out what I want for my birthday. &lt;b&gt;A CAR!&lt;/b&gt;(Note: Im totally kidding.) I was thinking more along the lines of red hair...or pink tips. I dont know. Either one is pretty good. Just the pink tips might get me stared at, but the red is my &lt;b&gt;WHOLE&lt;/b&gt; head. Its a win-win situation for my mom. When we go to the parlor, watch her be like &lt;i&gt;'Wow. I want Purple hair!'&lt;/i&gt; My mom tends to do that. And anyways, I have 5 months and a day to think this through. Hehe. Im planning already! Who said I suck at organizational skills? -takes out hammer-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111115372078016573?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111115372078016573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111115372078016573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111115372078016573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111115372078016573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/yawns-i-have-somewhat-interesting-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111109757908923838</id><published>2005-03-17T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:12:59.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Im &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; done. The layout, the content, Im finished. On that note, -huggles layout- I &lt;b&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/b&gt; Cone. Hes hawt. Admit it. You love him too. Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking for affiliates. If you're interested, please tag or email me. Thanks. No freewebs/geocities/whatever crappy free hosts are left. &lt;b&gt;Real&lt;/b&gt; sites (with a domain/host[ess]) or blogs. On blogspot. Must have decent graphics and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Anna share a wonderful host named Jen. Shes awesome for hosting me and Anna in our rookie-ness. :) Thanks Jen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111109757908923838?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111109757908923838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111109757908923838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111109757908923838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111109757908923838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-im-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111098268202872807</id><published>2005-03-16T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:49:56.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[ EDiT ]&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I GOT HOSTED AT MIDNIGHT-RAIN.ORG. YAY ME!&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ /EDiT ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oh my gawd. Im in love with &lt;a href="http://drunken-kisses.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. Okay. Its &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; a hosting site, but &lt;a href="http://kissingvalentino.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is the real site, which includes really impressive imagemapping, content popups (not those crappy annoying kind though), and not to mention a unique layout. If you dont agree, please go lick your window.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannons coming in &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; hours. Im excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, your layouts pink is...odd. I liked it better in blue...and come to think of it, I wasnt all that fond of that blue. I still suggest a blue and maybe an orange color. &lt;u&gt;CONTRAST&lt;/u&gt; child! Learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of going to my sisters tomorrow and making a new layout. After staring at mine for a while, it looks a tad purple. Im not really pro-purple on my blog and I have a 56 in my hair (top left hand side). -___- Wonder where that came from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im listening to &lt;i&gt;'1985'&lt;/i&gt; by Bowling for Soup (duh). Reminds me of my acro dance. We're doing this song for our dance. Spring Melody `05. +shudders+ My nerves tend to work up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Impaired.Drunken-kisses.org. Its my &lt;u&gt;future&lt;/u&gt; &lt;i&gt;soon-to-be&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt; site. It has a nice ring to it. +hugs the owner of drunken-kisses+ Thank you for making SUCH a cool name that fits Impaired. You know, Tehsheriff.com/Impaired. It dont &lt;i&gt;sound&lt;/i&gt; right. Ya'know? Yeah...(you probably dont know)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im wearing these really crappy red &lt;i&gt;track&lt;/i&gt;pants. Surprising, eh? I never thought I'd ever be wearing track pants...especially not red ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Im out (for now). Wish me &lt;u&gt;luck&lt;/u&gt; everyone! Luck for getting hosted by &lt;i&gt;drunken-kisses.org&lt;/i&gt;. Wish me luck...DO iT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111098268202872807?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111098268202872807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111098268202872807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111098268202872807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111098268202872807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/edit-i-got-hosted-at-midnight-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111089983303651371</id><published>2005-03-15T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T10:01:26.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[ ADDiTiON ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hahaha. I've been playing with animation shop again. I made a tour of my room. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/mehroomie.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ You like?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ /ADDiTiON ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/yawn.gif"&gt; So tired. But excited. Is that possible? -___- I need to stop talking to my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with Animation Shop earlier. lol. Coz I was making a new lookup, (click &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/randomfriend.phtml?user=eminem_bittersweet"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view it) and I needed the hex code for some of the colors. After I was done, I made an animation of myself. Its not that good (It took me around 3 minutes.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/tongue.gif"&gt; Well, even if you dont really care, click &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/bloggageanimation.gif"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to see my pwn-y animation that took me three minutes. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannons coming tm. She &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; supposed to come yesterday, but her dad had work and she wouldnt have a way to get home...unless she took a bus. I suggested that. But apparantly, shes &lt;i&gt;bus-scared&lt;/I&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I was listening to Ushers song &lt;i&gt;'Caught Up'&lt;/i&gt; and it sounds like he's saying &lt;i&gt;'Ho'&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;i&gt;'Oh'&lt;/i&gt;. o______0 Maybe its just me. But I find it odd. And like MTV didnt blur it. Am I going deaf?!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/shock.gif"&gt; -is scared-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im watching a TV show with people cooking...with their hands. I guess they have never heard of spoons and spatulas. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/silly.gif"&gt; Either that or they enjoy it. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/shock.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. They said &lt;i&gt;'Pantry'&lt;/i&gt;. Its a funny word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my mom said that if I wanted, she'll buy me &lt;i&gt;pink-socks.org&lt;/i&gt; (a domain for sale). Anna wants me to. But Im not too crazy over having my own domain. And I want to start out with a subdomain, just to see if I can do it. I probably cant...but thats fine...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I havent heard from Damaged-Perfection, I might apply at &lt;a href="http://love-kills.org"&gt;Love-Kills&lt;/a&gt;. I dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111089983303651371?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111089983303651371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111089983303651371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111089983303651371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111089983303651371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/addition-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111082149767960043</id><published>2005-03-14T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T11:31:37.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...Im thinking of getting an &lt;a href="asianavenue.com"&gt;AA&lt;/a&gt; page. I dunno.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question does anyone know what the name of the song playing in &lt;a href="http://guestbook.asianavenue.com/Members/MyPage/guestbook.html?MEMBER=sexai_baybe"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; gbook is?&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/music.gif"&gt; I like it. Tag me or comment. Alls good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is currently painting my door the fugliest shade of &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;gray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Like, why cant it be black, brown, &lt;u&gt;burgundy&lt;/u&gt; even! But gray? Ew much!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/asleep.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they left. Hopefully. Imma go out. Peace out. (teehee. Im a poseur!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/tongue.gif"&gt;) Imma eat. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111082149767960043?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111082149767960043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111082149767960043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111082149767960043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111082149767960043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111080737545764303</id><published>2005-03-14T07:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:36:58.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was listening to Avril Lavigne (a first huh?&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/tongue.gif"&gt;). Anyways, her song &lt;i&gt;He wasnt&lt;/i&gt; is an okay song...I mean, for Avril. Im not a big fan (okay, Im not much of even a fan), but its not a bad song. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/smile.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New guild. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/biggrin.gif"&gt; Its called &lt;i&gt;Unconventional&lt;/i&gt; and I lurve the members already. They're really nice. I said I was new and they're like &lt;i&gt;'&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/shock.gif"&gt; Welcome! Tell us about yourself!'&lt;/i&gt; How &lt;u&gt;cool&lt;/u&gt; is that?! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon might be coming. Im so excited. If she doesnt come, Im going to go see &lt;i&gt;Hitch&lt;/i&gt;. Its a &lt;b&gt;win-win&lt;/b&gt; situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later. Im trying to get an avvie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ EDiT ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;A guild member lent me the money. Sweet huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ /EDiT ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt; 5k/34k. Donations? Send to &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/randomfriend.phtml?user=eminem_bittersweet"&gt;my neo account&lt;/a&gt;. Thank yewz!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111080737545764303?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111080737545764303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111080737545764303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111080737545764303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111080737545764303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-listening-to-avril-lavigne-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111075163333525095</id><published>2005-03-13T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:08:34.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/sad.gif"&gt; Im miffed. I dont think Im ever, EVER, &lt;b&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt; going to get hosted. I mean, I can live with a subdomain and I dont want my OWN domain because I will be all alone. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/cry.gif"&gt; I applied at &lt;a href="http://www.damaged-perfection.net/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site. I think its one of the best, I mean, have you SEEN the graphics? And &lt;a href="http://www.damaged-perfection.net/kidnap"&gt;this!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/shock.gif"&gt; They're &lt;b&gt;so0o0o0o0o0o&lt;/b&gt; good. I dream of getting hosted by people who can make something even CLOSE to that! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is also looking for a hosting site. She's having *ahem* SO much luck (not). She's looking for another site (I have no clue why she didnt choose damaged-perfection. I guess shes high)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emozioni.org/elegance/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; would probably be the prettiest and most original layout I have seen all month! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/shock.gif"&gt; I never knew graphics could get this good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand (for all you people who havent the slightest clue what Im going on and on in wonder about), look what Gaven wrote in his Msn screen name. &lt;i&gt;"&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/heart.gif"&gt;i love you kristina babi&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/heart.gif"&gt;(Me and Pavel are the beastes buddys ever)"&lt;/i&gt; Kristina thinks its cute. I think it's a sad attempt to spell bestest. -cough- Moving right along...&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/silly.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannons coming tomorrow! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/biggrin.gif"&gt; We going to watch Mean Girls then have some retarded fun!&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/tongue.gif"&gt; Hah! It'll be fun. Imma MAKE it be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out. I have no more updates! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/x0xinnocentkissesx0x/Smilies/yawn.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111075163333525095?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111075163333525095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111075163333525095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111075163333525095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111075163333525095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-miffed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111068234625079862</id><published>2005-03-12T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:52:26.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im at Kcs. The end. I had to learn my ballet, acro, AND Jazz dances in 10 mins. Tops. Interesting day hmm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111068234625079862?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111068234625079862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111068234625079862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111068234625079862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111068234625079862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-at-kcs.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-111058074697035728</id><published>2005-03-11T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T16:39:06.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st Day of Spring Break `05. Loving it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; my new layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. -cough- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent blogged in like...forever? I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-111058074697035728?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/111058074697035728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=111058074697035728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111058074697035728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/111058074697035728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/03/1st-day-of-spring-break-05.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110920872197047390</id><published>2005-02-23T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:32:01.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im almost done hwk. w00t go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so, Alex. I talked to him. I think he cant get much hawter. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm. Now Jonathan thinks Im mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma buy Vincent a cake for his bday (march. 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma leave off with a quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live each day like it's your last"--Frank Sanatra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110920872197047390?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110920872197047390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110920872197047390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110920872197047390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110920872197047390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-almost-done-hwk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110878189418464381</id><published>2005-02-18T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:58:14.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM DONE WITH HIM! IM DONE WITH JONATHAN! I DONT LIKE HIM ANYMORE! IM SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Im kinda glad its over, I mean, we were on a fast track to Nowheresville. If it had to end, Im glad it ended that way and that we're still (sorta) friends. So it's all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan, you have hawt friends like Alex Burio(ski)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un español solitario con mi amante Anna. ¿Querría usted venir a nuestra boda? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh. Come to think of it, I dont like Paul either, Alex is better, and only ONE year older than meh =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110878189418464381?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110878189418464381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110878189418464381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110878189418464381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110878189418464381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-done-with-him-im-done-with-jonathan.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110850379396924194</id><published>2005-02-15T15:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:43:13.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kevin, stop calling me. I swear if you dont Ill spork your eyes out *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles* The idiot who has never heard of caller ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t I was talking to Lexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonafin got a hair cut. I wish Id ask the barber for the extra hair for a collage;;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally kidding. Im not THAT stupid *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110850379396924194?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110850379396924194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110850379396924194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110850379396924194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110850379396924194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/kevin-stop-calling-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110842190152050879</id><published>2005-02-14T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:58:21.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>Hey d00ds! Happy Valentinerschmoogelnuffaklufness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehehe. I got a hug from Jonafin =D He sho hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemph//Valentines was a blur...a fun, tutu, tiara wearing blur (lmao pplz at skool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on webcam wiv Julie x) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick luffs Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricks my nephew :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Isouvzas aunt Schmegalsnoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylans weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent has problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not spiffy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110842190152050879?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110842190152050879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110842190152050879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110842190152050879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110842190152050879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines_14.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110833174521487297</id><published>2005-02-13T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:55:45.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY LURVE FEST DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110833174521487297?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110833174521487297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110833174521487297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110833174521487297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110833174521487297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-lurve-fest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110796952810974222</id><published>2005-02-09T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T11:21:03.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sick. Shit. I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; wanted to go shopping wiv Megz. Whatever. I actually have a cut in my throat and makes me...er...bleed. Well, it sux much. And I didnt do teh health test which means Ill have to take it tm. Ew. K, Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao, Say my Desktop is sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v313/x0xlipglossedx0x/sexydeskie.gif"&gt;Click to see my work of art (desktop)!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go make NP, better now than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110796952810974222?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110796952810974222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110796952810974222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110796952810974222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110796952810974222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110756988214733112</id><published>2005-02-04T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:18:02.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought Jonafins gift xD Its really pretty (expensive too) lmao Thats about it for today. Besides the fact that I made *slushies* at Chazzys house...oh, and walked home wiv Noelia and Shannon. Yeah, Yeah. Thats it. Wow, my blogs are getting shorter and shorter by the days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110756988214733112?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110756988214733112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110756988214733112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110756988214733112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110756988214733112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-bought-jonafins-gift-xd-its-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110747539203146334</id><published>2005-02-03T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:03:12.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1102113854_sanimeguy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Trouble?"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You like the trouble making types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20guy%20are%20you%20most%20attracted%20to%3F%20(CUTE%20anime%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of guy are you most attracted to? (CUTE anime pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Im into Trouble-ish guys? Er...Okay...Im sure I do...*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887371_ighfashion.jpg" border="0" alt="fashion"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the high fashion trendsetter. You're&lt;br&gt;confident, independent, outgoing, and love&lt;br&gt;attention. You might become a star one day. All&lt;br&gt;the girls like to follow in your foot steps&lt;br&gt;because you're so cool, fashionable, and don't&lt;br&gt;care about anything. You make the rules, never&lt;br&gt;follow. But please be sure not to act bitchy.&lt;br&gt;That could be bad. But keep the attitude.&lt;br&gt;That's what makes you, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F%20(with%20pix!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean I have uneven eyes? 0.o&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing hysterically at the bitchy phrase xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/hoplessromantic/1102113626_imebabes21.jpg" border="0" alt="adorabable"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You hate not to love but you hate to fall in love.&lt;br&gt;You can't help but sigh when you see to people&lt;br&gt;kiss in the park and all.  You don't like to go&lt;br&gt;over board and believe in a small steady&lt;br&gt;relationship at first so that it can grow.  You&lt;br&gt;also like to think that you can have that kiss&lt;br&gt;that puts you into a portal and you can't get&lt;br&gt;back until he/she stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/How%20%20much%20do%20you%20love%3F%20GOOD%20PICS/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How  much do you love? GOOD PICS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0o Lurrrve ish in teh air *sprays Febreeze*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110747539203146334?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110747539203146334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110747539203146334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110747539203146334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110747539203146334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-like-trouble-making-types.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110747484518176654</id><published>2005-02-03T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:54:05.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059385719_topPirates.JPG" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopPirates.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? The word 'urges' doesnt sound right xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904978_esktopdark.jpg" border="0" alt="http://members.rogers.com/lim.jennifer/dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;In your eyes, people can't seem to see anything&lt;br&gt;because your eyes are covered up by tears! You&lt;br&gt;are constantly hurt and depressed... No one&lt;br&gt;seems to understand how you feel because&lt;br&gt;everyone is scared to get close to you... You&lt;br&gt;long to be able to reach out and tell someone&lt;br&gt;everything, and all of your problems... But you&lt;br&gt;have no one to tell, or they just don't seem to&lt;br&gt;want to hear what you have to say. You've been&lt;br&gt;hurt many times that you don't seem to have any&lt;br&gt;tears left to shed, or if you do, they're an&lt;br&gt;endless river flowing... You've started to hide&lt;br&gt;and bottle up all or your problems and&lt;br&gt;feelings, hoping that maybe they just will go&lt;br&gt;away... You want company, but at the same time,&lt;br&gt;you're scared of it. Your sanctuary is your&lt;br&gt;room where you can just be alone and try to&lt;br&gt;throw away all of your aching pains. You're&lt;br&gt;dark and mysterious and people like you for&lt;br&gt;that reason. Even if you think you're all by&lt;br&gt;yourself in the dark, someone is always there&lt;br&gt;with you. Your special someone wants to admit&lt;br&gt;and show their feelings towards you, but&lt;br&gt;they're afraid of how you'll take it. Get out&lt;br&gt;more and enjoy life because, it is far too long&lt;br&gt;to frown your way through :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes%3F%20(With%20Pics%2C%20See%20All%20Results!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes? (With Pics, See All Results!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? LMAO IM ONE OF TEH MOST HAPPY PEOPLE AND DONT YOU FORGET IT! Get happy...now...either happy or stabbed. Your choice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574507_CWINDOWSDesktopbeer2.jpg" border="0" alt="Beer"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Alcoholic%20Drink%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh joy, Im beer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110747484518176654?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110747484518176654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110747484518176654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110747484518176654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110747484518176654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/pirates-of-caribbean-what-movie-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110746435409026091</id><published>2005-02-03T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:59:14.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so fukking pissed. -ahem- Lets just say Jonafin was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; right about Dylan. And you know what? Even Megan. I hate them. I hate them both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I cried all the way home...alone. See, Im fucking pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really weird cold chill going down my back. Uck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. I have so much to tell Jonafin. Psch. Why will I talk to him? Coz he isnt a bitch...and coz hes hawt xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110746435409026091?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110746435409026091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110746435409026091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110746435409026091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110746435409026091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-so-fukking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110730796233150487</id><published>2005-02-01T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:32:42.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lmao Yes, Im talking to him. He wants to kill Dylan -cough- coz of...erm...some SHiT being said about him. :( I hate to see my Jonafin sad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110730796233150487?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110730796233150487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110730796233150487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110730796233150487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110730796233150487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/lmao-yes-im-talking-to-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110729645359581083</id><published>2005-02-01T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:20:53.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...tomorrows...HALF DAY! w00t! x3 Im having mixed feelings about it (how &lt;b&gt;gay&lt;/b&gt; does that sound?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, see I like the no school, no hw for English tonight, but I dont get to see meh Jonafin alot. :( Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever. I might ask him to come to meh house...but he isnt online. Get online! NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110729645359581083?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110729645359581083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110729645359581083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110729645359581083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110729645359581083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/02/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110722523985346805</id><published>2005-01-31T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:33:59.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/endhate/petition.html"&gt;Any azns / tsunami grievers, sign this petition!&lt;/a&gt; There was a hurtful song just LAUGHING at the victims and naturally all Asians. Calling us "Chinamen" and "Ch*nks" Seriously, can you not get over yourselves? So? We're Asian...what does it matter?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110722523985346805?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110722523985346805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110722523985346805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110722523985346805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110722523985346805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/any-azns-tsunami-grievers-sign-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110721903862615961</id><published>2005-01-31T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T18:50:38.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lmao Megan -ahem- tried to play a lil bball with Jonafin...well, lets just say I had a good laugh. Im trying to find something pretty in the wingdings chart for my *name* on the blog. Gah w.e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110721903862615961?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110721903862615961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110721903862615961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110721903862615961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110721903862615961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/lmao-megan-ahem-tried-to-play-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110720531020260546</id><published>2005-01-31T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:01:50.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bwahahahaha! XD I dunno whats so...yeah. Well, Julie mailed me...but about toast withdrawls. GAH! The price of toast is up 2 cents!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110720531020260546?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110720531020260546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110720531020260546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110720531020260546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110720531020260546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/bwahahahaha-xd-i-dunno-whats-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110714127733555034</id><published>2005-01-30T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:14:37.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anna cant come see my layout. *sniffle* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao VINCENT SUX!111!1shift1!111eleventyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, its aroud 8 hours till I see Jonafin. Bah. 8 hours *could* go by fast...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im officially &lt;b&gt;Addicted&lt;/b&gt; to Marilyn Manson's song "The Nobodies" Its just so damn catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao Me, Brenda, Amber and Paige were dancing on tables in the food court of some mall! Dance fat corndog man, DANCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110714127733555034?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110714127733555034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110714127733555034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110714127733555034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110714127733555034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/anna-cant-come-see-my-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110712978521877220</id><published>2005-01-30T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T18:03:05.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, Im finally done! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking Megan ish mad at meh :( I dunno why tho. *pouts* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so proud of mehself! I earned a total of 72.83$ and 60$ is going to the "Yasy wants to buy Jonafin a silver chain" fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill blog lata. Moms coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110712978521877220?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110712978521877220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110712978521877220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110712978521877220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110712978521877220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/whoa-im-finally-done-w00t-im-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110712843169759368</id><published>2005-01-30T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:40:31.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00t new layout! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110712843169759368?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110712843169759368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110712843169759368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110712843169759368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110712843169759368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/w00t-new-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110601836738082555</id><published>2005-01-17T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:19:27.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Same old Same old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD nothing happened. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110601836738082555?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110601836738082555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110601836738082555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110601836738082555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110601836738082555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/same-old-same-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110589071410621294</id><published>2005-01-16T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T09:51:54.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I havent talked to him yet. Okay, then again its only 11. I'l blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x Kylie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110589071410621294?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110589071410621294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110589071410621294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110589071410621294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110589071410621294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-havent-talked-to-him-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110583848777580064</id><published>2005-01-15T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:22:26.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;{DJ Sammy-Heaven}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want. &lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thinking about all our younger years, &lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me, &lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free. &lt;br /&gt;Now nothing can take you away from me. &lt;br /&gt;We’ve been down that road before, &lt;br /&gt;But that's over now. &lt;br /&gt;You keep me coming back for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want. &lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need &lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, nothing could change what you mean to me. &lt;br /&gt;There's a lot that I could say &lt;br /&gt;But just hold me now, &lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want. &lt;br /&gt;When you're lying here in my arms &lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need &lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are coming true. &lt;br /&gt;Through the good times and the bad &lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing there by you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We're in heaven.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need &lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see &lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jonathan I miss ya!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110583848777580064?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110583848777580064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110583848777580064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110583848777580064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110583848777580064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/dj-sammy-heaven-baby-youre-all-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110582279919249321</id><published>2005-01-15T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:59:59.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dance was fucky. I woke up at around 4:30. Got there at 5 and ran laps till 6:30 THEN I started dancing till 12. THEN I had lunch and then danced from 12:30-3:30. I just got home. It's now 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jonathan. *bawls* He's So0o0o0o hawt! XD Megs wants him to ask me out...come to think of it. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; want him to ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psch. I'll blog a lil later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x Kylie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110582279919249321?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110582279919249321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110582279919249321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110582279919249321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110582279919249321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/dance-was-fucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110576128704542175</id><published>2005-01-14T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:54:47.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, It's around 11, and I'm dreading tomorrow. You know how long and hard Im going to have to work because I skipped today's practice? Thats getting up at 5 and running around the block 6 times then dancing till around 3.It will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psch. It'll be worth coming home to Jonathan on MSN tho. So I guess thats what I'll strive for to get through those dead hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get to talk to him after his football game. Psch. But that's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x Kylie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110576128704542175?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110576128704542175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110576128704542175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110576128704542175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110576128704542175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-its-around-11-and-im-dreading.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110574948501487590</id><published>2005-01-14T18:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:02:28.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. Something happened today. Im just not quite sure *what* it is. Lemme try to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my *crush* on Jonathan is no longer a crush. I think it's probably a little more. Like it has evolved into something new. Something more *pure* than a crush. Is it love? Is this the thing that people write books and songs about? Does it feel like if you fell face first, he'd help you? Is it the feeling of being secure? Feeling as if *nothing* could take him away from you? If you can't stop thinking of him? Feeling as if he's all I need? Is that love? Is it what people search for in life? Finding something true in someones feelings? Realizing that it's not a lie? Realizing I'm not hopeless? Missing someone even if they are only gone for a minute? Screaming when they are gone longer? Someone to pick you up when you are feeling down? Im just so confused. I know I like him. But is it a crush...or a little more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This like sends chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he addmitted to me that he likes me {Dont believe me? I have a screenshot of it} It really put a smile on my face. Yeah. He even admitted to Megz. Yeah. He's such a sweetie. Awww, and he likes me! In your face Laura. Mwahahahahaha! See? He's MINE! Touch him and I'll whip your ass. Yes, I am dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's at a football game. He even said bye see ya soon to me. I feel so loved. XD *Hopes he does good {like always}* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD he wouldnt talk to me earlier. But he had an excuse. He was practising his shooting (basketball). Yup, and he's damn good at it. Dont you dare forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x0x Kylie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110574948501487590?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110574948501487590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110574948501487590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110574948501487590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110574948501487590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110566173105013660</id><published>2005-01-13T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T18:15:31.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043988754_cturesPink.JPG" border="0" alt="Pink info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psch. Im PINK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110566173105013660?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110566173105013660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110566173105013660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110566173105013660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110566173105013660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-heart-is-pink-psch.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110565815665161087</id><published>2005-01-13T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:15:56.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 78% ASSHOLE/BITCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/4.gif" alt="78% ASSHOLE/BITCH" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:10px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;I am one of those people that love to hear the sound of their voice.  That and my lousy attitude make for a mixture as toxic next-day-mexican-dinner-ass-drip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;Take the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever didnt see that coming is a good for nothing slut face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110565815665161087?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110565815665161087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110565815665161087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110565815665161087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110565815665161087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-78-assholebitchi-am-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110565083351025157</id><published>2005-01-13T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T15:13:53.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 47% EMO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=105"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/105/2.gif" alt="47% EMO" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:10px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=105"&gt;Take the EMO test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psch. Me? Emo? Dream on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jonathan asked {okay, Dylan and Vincent asked FOR him} if I wanted to go to teh movies with him {most important}, Megz, Dylan, and Vincent. I would normally jump at a chance like this {I mean, who wouldn't?! Have you SEEN him?!} BUT, I have dance and a competition in 2 weeks time. If I miss it I'm screwed. Psch. Stupid Dance classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked if I wanted to go to lunch with him tomorrow. I mean I would have totally said yes, {screw choir} but Megs has student council. So Im not going there either. Psh. I hate student council. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waved at me. He rawks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110565083351025157?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110565083351025157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110565083351025157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110565083351025157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110565083351025157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-47-emohmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110556491260096160</id><published>2005-01-12T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T15:21:52.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I feel Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Im sweepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been givin ppl nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megs: Yuffie&lt;br /&gt;Tracelle: Truffy&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: Gruffy&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan: Jawneh&lt;br /&gt;Emma: Emmiieh&lt;br /&gt;Chanz: Chantwelleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ME!: Puffiieh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110556491260096160?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110556491260096160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110556491260096160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110556491260096160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110556491260096160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110549524354206510</id><published>2005-01-11T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:00:43.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMiGAWD! ((wats so OMiGAWD I donno))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot meh math sheet in class so I didnt do HALF meh math. Im scred he'll catch me copyin off someone. Eeeperz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD read meh profile on MSN...NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martectx.de/whatswrong.swf"&gt; OMiGAWD, look at this.&lt;/a&gt; And turn your speakers up. If you wait long enough, you can hear voices of ghosts, its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan walked home wiv me and we played with their locks. XD Megan rubbed her jacket all over his locker and we saw a {{Dr4w5tr1ng}} and I'm like "Megan, if you like him...Pull it}} XD she didnt. Awwww...shes BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Megan! I stood where he once...standed and she's like "wave yaz wave!" so she grabs my arms and like flings em in the air {{because shes like he waved bye to me you have teh air germs}} and it looked like I was waving to an invisible friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110549524354206510?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110549524354206510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110549524354206510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110549524354206510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110549524354206510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/omigawd-wats-so-omigawd-i-donno-i_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110541445370637271</id><published>2005-01-10T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T21:34:13.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-gasp- -ish done speech- Lmao look wat Julie did for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/pinkpanther77/Picture509.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for teh name "Kylie"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/pinkpanther77/Picture507.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;She Bites&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/pinkpanther77/Picture500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She luffs meh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD Im not posting her pic but if you wanna see go here: &lt;a href="http://home.neopets.com/templates/homepage.phtml?pet_name=mrs_pinkehh"&gt;Julies Pix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110541445370637271?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110541445370637271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110541445370637271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110541445370637271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110541445370637271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/gasp-ish-done-speech-lmao-look-wat.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110531096501258649</id><published>2005-01-09T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:49:25.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will I close my eyes? &lt;br /&gt;Will I hold my breath &lt;br /&gt;Will I want to cry? &lt;br /&gt;Will our souls connect? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking about it when I go to bed at night I wondered wonder... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you hold my hand? &lt;br /&gt;Will you speak of love? &lt;br /&gt;Will the stars be shining in the sky above? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will it be your love I’ve been dreaming of for so long holding on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here you know I am gonna say lay it on my lips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it taste like candy? &lt;br /&gt;Will it be that sweat? &lt;br /&gt;Will our hearts be racing to a heavenly beat? &lt;br /&gt;Will the moment sweep lift me off my feet and draw me under (under)? &lt;br /&gt;Will I tremble tremble when I beg for more? &lt;br /&gt;Will it be like anything I never felt before? &lt;br /&gt;Will we be down for a little more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here you know I am gonna say lay it on my lips our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here you know it’s gonna stay (gonna stay now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture it all inside my head just how it’s going to feel but a girl can only dream so much and now she wants to make it real (make it real) (break it down now) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here u know I am gonna say our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here u know I am gonna stay now (make it real now make it real now) our first kiss won’t be the last time our loves to deep to end that fast and good things come to those who have to wait I believe it’s only time that keeps us from the thing divine and when it’s here u know I am gonna say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meh:&lt;/b&gt; Guess who Im thinking of. {3 guesses}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110531096501258649?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110531096501258649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110531096501258649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110531096501258649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110531096501258649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/will-i-close-my-eyes-will-i-hold-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110505875792541591</id><published>2005-01-06T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:48:42.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Y/yourgoodfriend/1041831264_skissmyass.gif" border="0" alt="kiss my ass2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy&lt;br&gt;bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.&lt;br&gt;You must be so proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like OMIGAWD! Thats so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thuggndivazdollz.com" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thuggndivazdollz.com/quiz/avril.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like sk8er chick Avril, you're famous for your cool attitude and quick opinion. Confident and a bit of a tomboy at heart, you can't stand all of that girly stuff! You're a down-to-earth sort who doesn't take life too seriously, so hanging with the guys suits you just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...ewww. Im not like Avril...or the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im done teh quizzes. Quizilla is movin slow right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS JONATHAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110505875792541591?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110505875792541591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110505875792541591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110505875792541591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110505875792541591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/congratulations.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110505761590960952</id><published>2005-01-06T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T18:26:55.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041991326_fPerfectGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psch. I saw this quiz on Annas blog and I HAD to try it. Perfect girlfriend? Me? lmao You're lucky if I dont cheat on you. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110505761590960952?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110505761590960952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110505761590960952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110505761590960952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110505761590960952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/perfect-youre-perfect-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110504869042448478</id><published>2005-01-06T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:58:10.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lykeomigawd//Im talking to him on MSN right now! -is shocked-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110504869042448478?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110504869042448478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110504869042448478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110504869042448478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110504869042448478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/lykeomigawdim-talking-to-him-on-msn_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110487406571188289</id><published>2005-01-04T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T15:27:45.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Jonathan might talk to me at lunch tomorrow. Hehe. So0o0o0o0o0o0oo0o0o0o0 Happeh {since he never asked ewwwwlauraewwww to meet him anywhere! xp} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. He didnt make teh team. Teh coach must eat leeches. LEECHES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a spiffy blogger once said "7 dammit 77777777777777777777777"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cheerioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110487406571188289?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110487406571188289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110487406571188289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110487406571188289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110487406571188289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110479203617837670</id><published>2005-01-03T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:40:36.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, book report. Ewwwwww...I have so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw Jonathan today *is in awe* and got it a fight with Megan and Ashly P. Email me to find out what heppened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110479203617837670?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110479203617837670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110479203617837670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110479203617837670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110479203617837670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/ugh-book-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110470230902178672</id><published>2005-01-02T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:45:09.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got red highlights today. They look purdeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeep! So modafucken happeh! I get to see Jonathan tomorrow! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to Niagara. It was pretty boring...wait, very boring. Teh only cool tihng is that I bought fries and chocolate. Hoo-ray...not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110470230902178672?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110470230902178672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110470230902178672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110470230902178672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110470230902178672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-red-highlights-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110461349138042347</id><published>2005-01-01T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T15:04:51.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teh awesumest lyrix &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotline - Ciara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Turn me up} &lt;br /&gt;C.I.A.R.A &lt;br /&gt;Ooh im so glad u came &lt;br /&gt;Cause u are the cutest thing &lt;br /&gt;Beauty should be ur name &lt;br /&gt;And i should be your lady baby &lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you been all my life &lt;br /&gt;Cuz ur so sexy and i, &lt;br /&gt;Like to make u the one &lt;br /&gt;Baby heres my number &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] &lt;br /&gt;Call me up &lt;br /&gt;Hot line i got some conversation &lt;br /&gt;I can be your operator &lt;br /&gt;Baby you should call me later &lt;br /&gt;Because you are so fine &lt;br /&gt;I hope that your not playin &lt;br /&gt;Cuz im lovin wat ur sayin &lt;br /&gt;Baby dontcha keep me waitin &lt;br /&gt;Call me up hotline &lt;br /&gt;You are so fine yeaa your so fine &lt;br /&gt;I can be ur operator &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Call me up hot line you are so fine &lt;br /&gt;Your so fine dontcha keep me waitin call me up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VERSE 2] &lt;br /&gt;Listen, dont tell me nething (uh uh) keep it real wit me (uh &lt;br /&gt;huh) &lt;br /&gt;U say ur single and &lt;br /&gt;Ur ready to mingle &lt;br /&gt;Ur sayin the rite things baby &lt;br /&gt;Man i want u so bad &lt;br /&gt;Gotta make u my man &lt;br /&gt;Ur wat i need in my life &lt;br /&gt;Baby theres no time to waste &lt;br /&gt;I said all i wana say &lt;br /&gt;You kno that im feelin u &lt;br /&gt;I kno that ur feelin me &lt;br /&gt;Page me now dont wana stop &lt;br /&gt;Anything for u and i &lt;br /&gt;Be there when u need me baby anytime u need me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my single folks we guna get down &lt;br /&gt;Take it to the floor &lt;br /&gt;Rite now take it to the floor &lt;br /&gt;All the ones in love we gon get down take it to the floor &lt;br /&gt;Rite now take it to the floor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me up thats wassup call me up mm mm call me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110461349138042347?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110461349138042347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110461349138042347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110461349138042347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110461349138042347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2005/01/teh-awesumest-lyrix-hotline-ciara-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110455086018241216</id><published>2005-01-01T00:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:41:00.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 10:35 and Im actually done {By the time I finish typing it'll be like 10:37.}. Yes, done all 4 lookups that were each uber hard to make coz of the requests. I got one with Jamie Lynne and Britney and I had to whiten the bg. Thank God for PSP fill. Some I made: &lt;a href="http://neopets.com/randomfriend.phtml?user=sk8teboardchick16"&gt; &amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://neopets.com/randomfriend.phtml?user=hihi_haha_hoho4"&gt;  &amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://neopets.com/randomfriend.phtml?user=sugbear905"&gt;  &amp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110455086018241216?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110455086018241216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110455086018241216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110455086018241216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110455086018241216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-1035-and-im-actually-done-by-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110455570651824847</id><published>2004-12-31T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T23:01:46.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110455570651824847?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110455570651824847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110455570651824847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110455570651824847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110455570651824847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/200511.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110450404522358549</id><published>2004-12-31T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T08:40:45.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-sigh- Teh last day of Xmas break...ugh, school. Ewww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On teh other hand like the layout? Yes, MY first "omigosh look i can make a layout" layout by yours truly {me, you retard} Im not sure where I got the brushes :| If you know plz tell me so I can credit them on meh taggy. Thaanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry New year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 days till Jonathan. 3 whole -beep-in days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao my mom was like argue'n wiv Shannon if their is school on Monday. Mom thinks there isnt so im stuck with the question...should I go to school? I mean I will get to see Jonathan but no seein teh teachers? Ugh...hard dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox Kylizzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110450404522358549?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110450404522358549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110450404522358549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110450404522358549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110450404522358549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/sigh-teh-last-day-of-xmas-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110434204861418932</id><published>2004-12-29T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:40:48.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go buy me a checkered pb...now, yes I mean you. NOW. Stop staring and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant see...Im...[B][L][A][H]!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110434204861418932?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110434204861418932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110434204861418932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110434204861418932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110434204861418932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/go-buy-me-checkered-pb.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110384178625589603</id><published>2004-12-23T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T16:43:06.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LykeWhoA I havent blogged in a while *pouty face* I missed you too. Let's start this blog off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yesterday was meh moms bday {yes, I bought her a bag of air, sweet huh?} so we went to her *long lost friends* house whos birthday is on the saame day. So mom was happy, they hadnt seen each other in like. 20yrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a painted pet today. Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110384178625589603?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110384178625589603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110384178625589603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110384178625589603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110384178625589603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/lykewhoa-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110333923685162377</id><published>2004-12-17T20:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T21:07:16.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-gasp- Me and Anna ish Kathy...YOU SHOULD BE TOO! Here ish our Kathy list:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kathy {Anna's sis} &lt;br /&gt;2. Anna {Thats Annizzle}&lt;br /&gt;3. Yasmizzle {meh} &lt;br /&gt;4. Bob the Builder {He sho hawt} &lt;br /&gt;5. The grinch {He hawt too...in a green way} &lt;br /&gt;6. Ricky {Campinelli. Much Music} &lt;br /&gt;7. Umm....Anna's foot {It PWNS j00}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy...the adjective for anything. Since it's a long story, email me {x0xlipglossedx0x@hotmail.com} to hear what Kathy is all about. Or email Anna. Whatever. Just join in on the KATHY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jonathan looked hawt todaii. As usual. He's muh uber hawt kawaii fluffy schuggleh teddy bear! lol But Imma call him Jonathan. He shall be muh baby {lmao cheeseh huh?} but I seriously called him a babe infront of Mr.Fitz "Yasmina wat r u talking about?" muh response: "Eminem" lmao. Think Fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jonathan was waiting fer me to say "Thaanx" but I missed him. Thats 2weeks I hafta function without muh Jonathan. Eeeeeeeeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Vincent took Steffy's bracelet. He ish baad. ooooo ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110333923685162377?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110333923685162377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110333923685162377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110333923685162377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110333923685162377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/gasp-me-and-anna-ish-kathy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110323119177904227</id><published>2004-12-16T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:06:31.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh. I gave Jonathan a gift, actually Steffy gave it to him. AND HE ACCEPTED! He's sho hawt. He's...scandalous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110323119177904227?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110323119177904227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110323119177904227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110323119177904227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110323119177904227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110315066967495572</id><published>2004-12-15T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:44:29.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-gasp- PERFECT DAY! Awesum, Awesum, AWESUM! Jonathan rawks! I fink he MIGHT like meh. When we was in the reading buddies meetin and *JONATHAN* came in pushing the trolly of books, and he liked took the lo0o0o0o0onger way coz of mwah! AwWwWwWwWw...sweet huh? K, Then, he stopped in the hallway and was checkin where I was. ISNT HE AWESHUM?!?!?!?! Yeah i kno. HE'S HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AwWwWwWwWwWw, ish s'ok Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110315066967495572?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110315066967495572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110315066967495572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110315066967495572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110315066967495572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/gasp-perfect-day-awesum-awesum-awesum.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110299439643716614</id><published>2004-12-13T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T21:19:56.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY DONE HW!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110299439643716614?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110299439643716614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110299439643716614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110299439643716614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110299439643716614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/finally-done-hw.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110298805423607546</id><published>2004-12-13T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T19:34:14.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh, still working. Jonathan's been going thru muh mind...OVER and OVER and OVER again. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sho hard to focus! Help me! *jumps into ur arms* Hold me! o___o heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110298805423607546?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110298805423607546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110298805423607546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110298805423607546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110298805423607546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/ugh-still-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110298584792058594</id><published>2004-12-13T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:57:27.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WhoA. I haven't blogged for so0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o long. Been busy, ya know with Jonathan spying, and Jonathan dreaming, and Jonathan thinking, and Jonathan LIVING! It seems like muh whole world revolves around him...oh wait...he &lt;i&gt;IS&lt;/i&gt; muh world. o__o No, Im NOT a stalker *wink wiink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasp- Wanna hear muh bitch story? LAURA, yes, LAURA, likes MY Jonathan too. o0o0o0o0o Can y'all say "Catfight"? She goes up to him and says in a really high gurly voice, "Hi Jonathan, what's up?" and like...she ONLY likes him coz I like him and seriously, if she makes ONE more move, see this foot? It's going straight up her ass {if she has one XD!}!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110298584792058594?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110298584792058594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110298584792058594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110298584792058594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110298584792058594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110245678550073772</id><published>2004-12-07T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:59:45.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeep! Anna and Sarah! -gasp- Get the fukk outta muh personal bubble! ARGH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use Neopets, PLZ CHECK OUT &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/guilds/guild.phtml?oid=eminem_bittersweet"&gt; MUH GUILD VIV M00FI3!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, NOW.&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/8662061-110245678550073772?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110245678550073772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110245678550073772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110245678550073772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110245678550073772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/eeep-anna-and-sarah-gasp-get-fukk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110220015636500545</id><published>2004-12-04T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T16:42:36.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and Meggers have gone thru like, maybe 20-30 topics. lol And no matter what we &lt;i&gt;*try*&lt;/i&gt; to keep on topic, we drift off and talk about Brian {Dylan} and Chad {Jonathan} lol and Meggers *new* crushee. We have code names fer em just in case Jeremy hears us talking about his *friends* lol. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110220015636500545?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110220015636500545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110220015636500545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110220015636500545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110220015636500545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/me-and-meggers-have-gone-thru-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110213052911954845</id><published>2004-12-03T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T21:22:09.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Megan and Me ish still on the MiZzion. lol, we made 58 things to talk about and carry us thru the weekend. We have a *plan* fool proof I fink. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110213052911954845?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110213052911954845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110213052911954845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110213052911954845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110213052911954845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/megan-and-me-ish-still-on-mizzion.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110210946401405333</id><published>2004-12-03T15:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:31:04.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know whats really funny to think about? Thinking of me talking to Jonathan and saying "Luv you" Hehe, that's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; going to happen but hey, a girl &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jillian kissed Aric! Jillian must be destroyed! {at least Sammeh will whoop her ass!} WHIPLASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan went to Highskool. I only got to *spy* fer 15 mins and anotha 15 mins. Fook that! Im a bone-is-fried stalker! Imma ask Steffy to take something out of his desk which he worte on fer muh locker and then ask him to sign a piece of paper fer muh new *Jonathan Wall* lol. Its going to be a hawt wall ;);) coz he's a *hawt* kinda guy. ;);) MUH future boyfriend-in-training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol Patters got a LURRRRRRRRRRRRRRVE note. Too bad the gurl who WROTE it didn't show. She kissed the paper with French Fry grease. Tee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muh Mission: Make the weekend go by faster so I can see Jonathan again {I make it seem as if Jonathan was a drug! lol}. *hums batman song* ROFL ALYSSA! Its &lt;i&gt;atleast&lt;/i&gt; &lt;s&gt;better&lt;/s&gt; than William Tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, must figure out things to do to make weekyend go by like z00m!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110210946401405333?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110210946401405333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110210946401405333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110210946401405333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110210946401405333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-know-whats-really-funny-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110203532432694974</id><published>2004-12-02T18:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:55:24.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;center&gt;{Xmas song lyrix}&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took a walk in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;Couples holding hands, places to go &lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone but me is in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss &lt;br /&gt;I sent it off &lt;br /&gt;It just said this &lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what I want this year. &lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me. &lt;br /&gt;I want my baby,baby  &lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me someone to hold me. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe,maybe he'll be all I hope in a big red bow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year and all I want is one thing &lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here &lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me underneath my christmas tree &lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here. &lt;br /&gt;Santa thats my only wish this year. &lt;br /&gt;oohhh ohh yeah &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve I just can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;Would I be wrong for taking a peek? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I heard that your coming to town &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?  &lt;br /&gt;Really hope that your on your way &lt;br /&gt;With something special for me in your sleigh &lt;br /&gt;Ohh please make my wish come true &lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me &lt;br /&gt;I want my baby,baby &lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me someone to hold me &lt;br /&gt;Maybe,maybe theyll be all the love under the mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year &lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing &lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here &lt;br /&gt;He's all I wabt just for me &lt;br /&gt;Underneath my christmas tree &lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here santa thats my only wish this year &lt;br /&gt;I hope my letter reaches you in time &lt;br /&gt;Bring me love can call all mine &lt;br /&gt;Cause I have been so good this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be long under the mistletoe &lt;br /&gt;He's all want and a big red bow &lt;br /&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year &lt;br /&gt;And all i want is one thing &lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is near &lt;br /&gt;He's all I want. just for me &lt;br /&gt;Underneath my christmas tree &lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here santa thats my only wish this year &lt;br /&gt;Oh santa can u hear me? oh santa &lt;br /&gt;Well hes all I want just for me underneath my Christmas tree &lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll be waiting here &lt;br /&gt;Santa thats my only wish this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;center&gt;{/Xmas song lyrix}&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110203532432694974?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110203532432694974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110203532432694974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110203532432694974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110203532432694974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-song-lyrix-last-night-i-took-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110202753280288233</id><published>2004-12-02T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:45:32.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today someone asked Jonathan {yes, very hawt} if he liked me {lol, NOT going to happen but...} and he said no {-gasp- shocked you there huh?} lol but thats okay. Knowing someone doesn't feel the same way doesn't make your feelings change. So yeah, I still heart him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, we had a supply teacher fer French coz Mme had a headache. {for the people in muh class} Two four{no r}y. You must get ready at two foury. lol Me, Sam and Oksana were laughing our heads off. Yes people, she was TRYING to say Two Fourty {I checked the clock} So remember! Get ready at Two Foury!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110202753280288233?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110202753280288233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110202753280288233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110202753280288233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110202753280288233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/well-today-someone-asked-jonathan-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110195208164076702</id><published>2004-12-01T19:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T19:48:01.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, trip today. It was...certainly fun. But also very cold and wet. I stepped in a puddle and muh foot...well, that was, believe me, far from toasty. Anyway, we played the "Survival Game" and...I fell, got hit with pine needles AND, to top it ALL off, I got a humungo stain on muh knee WHICH caused a hole. Ugh, it seemed bad, but...hey, it was fun. AND Jonathan actually KNOWS I EXIST! w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110195208164076702?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110195208164076702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110195208164076702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110195208164076702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110195208164076702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/12/ugh-trip-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</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-8662061.post-110185521430785026</id><published>2004-11-30T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:53:34.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-gasp- Im not *bummed* anymore! Turns out Jonathan *was* being sarcastic AND he doesn't have a gf! w00t! {I was about to type w00f! lol} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chattin wiv Spanos...discussing Neopets new layout *makes a serious face* Oi I wish they hadn't changed it. lol You say "idiot" and laugh like its a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh...now I kno Jonathan {yes, going back to that subject} DOESNT have a gf...I doubt that eating that whole pound of ice cream was &lt;b&gt;*just*&lt;/b&gt; what the doct/or/er {I unno how ta spell it} ordered. Humphalumpha! I must make a transformation into a fat old cow by tonight! *manical laughter* HAHAHAHAHAH *leaps into your arms* Please hold me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol Im going to transform now, Toodle-oo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8662061-110185521430785026?l=emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/feeds/110185521430785026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8662061&amp;postID=110185521430785026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110185521430785026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8662061/posts/default/110185521430785026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com/2004/11/gasp-im-not-bummed-anymore-turns-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07323476626584499839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
