<?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-16944893</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:44:55.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a Barbie life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-113468613134825918</id><published>2005-12-15T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T14:35:31.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry to inform you...</title><content type='html'>but kimmy died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-113468613134825918?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/113468613134825918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=113468613134825918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/113468613134825918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/113468613134825918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-to-inform-you.html' title='sorry to inform you...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-113269388624266425</id><published>2005-11-22T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:11:26.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot about this site thingy... woops! anyways.. my update is i'm doing good.. my dad leaves for iraq on sunday, i got a job which i love... i work at cracker bararel as a hostess.. its good fun and good money.. kinda hard work.. school sucks like always but not much else going on... if you know me call me.. i'll go ahead and give you guys my work schedule too.. so dont call me then k? (by the way Ga is an hour ahead of Al.. so lets keep that in mind!)&lt;br /&gt;Tues- 5:15-8:00&lt;br /&gt;Wens.- 10 am to 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;Thurs.- 12 noon to 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Fri- 5pm to 11pm.. &lt;br /&gt;from there i dunno.. love ya.. happy thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-113269388624266425?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/113269388624266425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=113269388624266425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/113269388624266425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/113269388624266425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/11/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112985054629877879</id><published>2005-10-20T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:22:26.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't written in like a week. I've been really busy. This week was spirit week at school... Monday we wore our pj's, Tuesday- was something, Wens.- Country day (haha), Today was wacky tacky.. and tomorrow is color day..(black and gold).. Anyways I have good news I set up my schedule so that next year all I have to take is English 12... and THATS IT!!! yea!! lol... but other then that not much else is going on, dad is coming down this weekend to bring me all of my stuff and see us, because for those who don't know he goes to Iraq in Nov., but yep other then that not much else going on... ttyl.. I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112985054629877879?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112985054629877879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112985054629877879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112985054629877879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112985054629877879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/update_20.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112924341218937472</id><published>2005-10-13T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:43:32.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats HOTT</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're an Passionate Kisser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/passionate.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is about all about following your urges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112924341218937472?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112924341218937472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112924341218937472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924341218937472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924341218937472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/thats-hott.html' title='Thats HOTT'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112924315904514049</id><published>2005-10-13T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:39:19.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is sooo me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112924315904514049?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112924315904514049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112924315904514049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924315904514049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924315904514049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-sooo-me.html' title='This is sooo me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</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-16944893.post-112924286732583003</id><published>2005-10-13T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:34:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today In Kimmy's History...</title><content type='html'>Mmk,&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day.. today is Mom and the assholes annivesary (however you spell it) anywho... on the 16th is the day my grandmother passed away (same year) and on a better note.. on the 15th is Ava's 17th bday.. and on the 17th is Eminems bday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112924286732583003?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112924286732583003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112924286732583003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924286732583003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924286732583003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-in-kimmys-history.html' title='Today In Kimmy&apos;s History...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</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-16944893.post-112924275354976393</id><published>2005-10-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:32:33.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there Mi Amores!!!!!!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112924275354976393?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112924275354976393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112924275354976393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924275354976393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112924275354976393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-there-mi-amores1.html' title='Hey there Mi Amores!!!!!!!1'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</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-16944893.post-112906262541390365</id><published>2005-10-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:30:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there my lovers....</title><content type='html'>&gt;But you and your best friend always go to the mall on a day like today! Hey there -- don't get too locked into the way things 'should' be, all right? Things are changing all the time. &lt; My daily horoscope.... anyways... we don't have fall break at this school... boo... I talked to my dad, and i'm not going to be able to make it for homecoming (its sad I know..). I will probally be going up there for x-mas vaca. but anyways all is going good.. i'm finally starting to make some friends.. I am joining the Basketball cheerleading team and I am getting membership to a gym with Tracy and I put in 8 applications now.. so I am really busy!! My dad goes to Iraq in 6 weeks!! eek.. not to happy about that.. well I hope you all have a fabulous fall break!&lt;br /&gt;Mucho Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112906262541390365?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112906262541390365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112906262541390365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112906262541390365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112906262541390365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-there-my-lovers.html' title='Hey there my lovers....'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112871898530279800</id><published>2005-10-07T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:03:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>hey everyone who reads my blog (not many but whatever) School has been intresting.. hmm.. not sure if I really like it yet.. the people are really rude.. but anyways I applied for 7 jobs today.. fun!... hopefully I get one... people down here really can't drive. They like put on their breaks every 5 seconds... I wanna ram it up their &lt;&lt;Bleep&gt;&gt; .. anyways I got asked out by a HOTT football player today.. go me!... um.. not much else I really miss it back home... I will be up there for x-mas break.. probally not homecoming because of $, but by x-mas I will have it... well mucho love-o to you-o!! (my spanish kicks &lt;&lt;Bleep&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooches!&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112871898530279800?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112871898530279800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112871898530279800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112871898530279800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112871898530279800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112837274771389085</id><published>2005-10-03T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:52:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mmk, So today was my first day at school.. (well half day) and it's sooo weird.. &lt;br /&gt;1st- English 3&lt;br /&gt;2nd- Spanish 2 (haha)&lt;br /&gt;3rd- Buis.&lt;br /&gt;4th-i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;5th- Bio. 2 (Laughing my ass off at that one)&lt;br /&gt;6th- History&lt;br /&gt;7th- Geo.&lt;br /&gt;8th- Cheerleading&lt;br /&gt;It sucks!! well.. I don't have much to talk about and i'm super tired.. heres a song I've had stuck in my head ALL day about choices.. long story... smooches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth it was worth all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112837274771389085?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112837274771389085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112837274771389085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112837274771389085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112837274771389085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/mmk-so-today-was-my-first-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112819935151478571</id><published>2005-10-01T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:42:31.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=" http://www.sherratt.net/Target Paintings/imagepages/image56.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src=" http://www.sherratt.net/Target Paintings/imagepages/image56.htm" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmk, so I am in Georgia living with my grandparents now and my Dad is in TN. I left Alabama on Thursday, and I already miss everybody... I start my new school on Monday. I don't really have much else to say I'm just really lonely, I don't have a cell still so I can't go call all my friends.. and I miss Courtney, Ava, Eric and Tyler soooo much!!! I wanna go back home... life goes on right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112819935151478571?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112819935151478571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112819935151478571' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112819935151478571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112819935151478571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/10/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112795934635040686</id><published>2005-09-28T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:02:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and him forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mcpasd.k12.wi.us/KMS/Web_Clip_Art/images/HEARTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mcpasd.k12.wi.us/KMS/Web_Clip_Art/images/HEARTS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooooo in love with him.. I don't regret a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112795934635040686?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112795934635040686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112795934635040686' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112795934635040686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112795934635040686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-him-forever.html' title='me and him forever'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112793790548056056</id><published>2005-09-28T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T13:05:05.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am at school right now.. and it's my last day here!! It's sad but fun too. I didn't get to go to all of 1st block and only half of 2nd. I am in 4th block, which is English, and I have a wopping 12 mins left.. then I have to go to B-ham and drove off Caroline, pack all my stuff tonight, fun.. well anywho... I &lt;3 Chris B. and Matt is madd sexxy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112793790548056056?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112793790548056056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112793790548056056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112793790548056056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112793790548056056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112786681467553396</id><published>2005-09-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:20:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering the unknown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://japhthor.com/images/leaving_home_200128465-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://japhthor.com/images/leaving_home_200128465-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't know, tomorrow is my last day at school, I am leaving Alabama on Thursday morning. I am soooo going to miss all my friends, and I don't really have much else to say. I am leaving everything I know, my friends adn my first love. I don't know what else to do. I'm really going to miss everybody in a different way, and if you write me I promise I will write you back. I love you all, in different ways of course.&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112786681467553396?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112786681467553396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112786681467553396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112786681467553396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112786681467553396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/entering-unknown.html' title='Entering the unknown...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112777029735374006</id><published>2005-09-26T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:31:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a song stuck in my head for him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brandi.org/photos/26things/nov2003/medium/familiar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.brandi.org/photos/26things/nov2003/medium/familiar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've believed in&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get it over with&lt;br /&gt;Tears form behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I do not cry&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days that pass me by &lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm starting all over again&lt;br /&gt;The last three years were just pretend&lt;br /&gt;And I said, &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything that I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to &lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that I can't live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light&lt;br /&gt;But it's not right &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not giving in this time &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall&lt;br /&gt;I will lie awake&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112777029735374006?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112777029735374006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112777029735374006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112777029735374006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112777029735374006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/song-stuck-in-my-head-for-him.html' title='a song stuck in my head for him...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112767818937746517</id><published>2005-09-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:56:29.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.juern.de/hosting/battles/alone_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.juern.de/hosting/battles/alone_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know your everything I need? But you don't know it? If your reading this you know who I am talking about. I really want him (Yes, Ava I WANT HIM!!)I saw him last night and it made me realize how much I want him. And the thought of moving now kinda makes me upset because even if I would hook up with him I wouldn't be able to keep the relationship because of distance. I want to be in a relationship with him again sooooo bad!! I still love him after five years! I know... and Av I'm still not going to tell him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112767818937746517?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112767818937746517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112767818937746517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112767818937746517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112767818937746517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112756714044751444</id><published>2005-09-24T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T06:05:40.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.pravda.ru/img/2003/09/05-02-blue-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.pravda.ru/img/2003/09/05-02-blue-eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A face is a mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking, confess the secrets of the heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112756714044751444?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112756714044751444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112756714044751444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112756714044751444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112756714044751444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112752833720446555</id><published>2005-09-23T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T19:18:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ksmooth626.tripod.com/imagelib/sitebuilder/pictures/photos/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ksmooth626.tripod.com/imagelib/sitebuilder/pictures/photos/ocean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would it feel to know that you could just pack your stuff up and leave everything you once knew behind you and travel into the unknown? Would you like it or would you not attempt it at all? Life is full of choices, and even the tiny ones we make one day, effect us for the rest of our lives. The people you decide to hang out with affect you, the people you chose not to hang with still affect you. I've learend to take things more lightly and not let the little things get to me. When I have a bad day, I think about my escape, when I am done with High School, I just wanna travel with my friends and have NO plan... this probally doesnt make a lotta sense to anybody.. but I understand it all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112752833720446555?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112752833720446555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112752833720446555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112752833720446555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112752833720446555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/escape.html' title='Escape'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112747597802396833</id><published>2005-09-23T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:46:18.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.debsville.com/images/BEST_FRIENDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.debsville.com/images/BEST_FRIENDS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened between us, it's not like it happened all of the sudden either. Over a period of time, him and I just stopped talking so much, and now we never talk, it makes me really upset. &lt;strong&gt;I miss him.&lt;/strong&gt; Eric and I were so close, but now it's almost like we are strangers... I don't even know if he is coming to my going away party, I really want him to, because if he's not there it won't mean alot to me. &lt;strong&gt;I love him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112747597802396833?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112747597802396833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112747597802396833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112747597802396833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112747597802396833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/losing-my-best-friend.html' title='Losing my best friend...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112742668438249703</id><published>2005-09-22T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T15:13:58.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time goes by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/1621/1600/Kim04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7783/1621/320/Kim04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever notice how quickly time seems to go by? I still think of how just yesterday I was still a little kid thinking boys had cooties.. and everything else. Am I scared to grow up? What am I scared of? Sometimes it seems like time travels sooo quickly and I just stand still, most times I don't even notice that time has passed. Because in the time it passes we are too consumed on how we look, and who we are dating that we don't sit down and take the time to spend with the ones who we really love and love us...maybe we all just need to reconsider what is important to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112742668438249703?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112742668438249703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112742668438249703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112742668438249703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112742668438249703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-goes-by.html' title='Time goes by...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112730241585102706</id><published>2005-09-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T04:34:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Loves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.4girls.gov/safety/stay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.4girls.gov/safety/stay.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get over something that never really began?? Easy, you can't. I guess our first loves are the hardest to get over, especially if he didn't love you the way you loved him. Is there really an easy way to move on and put him (or her) in the past? Well, your not supposed to forget about them,but your not supposed to harp over them either. But if they hurt you it's supposed to be easier to get over them,... right? Not always, I never got over my "first love" but will I ever??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112730241585102706?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112730241585102706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112730241585102706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112730241585102706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112730241585102706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-loves.html' title='First Loves...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16944893.post-112725262816821304</id><published>2005-09-20T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:47:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie's new start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images2.deviantart.com/i/2004/05/6/1/Pretty_Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images2.deviantart.com/i/2004/05/6/1/Pretty_Sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmk,&lt;br /&gt;So I am about to move, and I am really excited and a little scared... we are suppost to be moving to Vine Grove, Kentucky (which is right next to Fort Knox) I will miss all of my friends.. but at the same time I am ready to get rid of some of them (If I like you then you know if I will miss you, on the other hand you know if I don't) The grading system up there is crazy! You don't have to take like the graduation exams.. oh well, we shall see how things will go....I was talking to my dad today because I heard you could get married at age 15, he said that was only with your parents permission, (bummer, huh?) but did you know that at age 16 you can go get married,.. my dad's reply to that? "Bye!" lol.. useless facts... well ttyl!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya,&lt;br /&gt;Kimmy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16944893-112725262816821304?l=barbie81389.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/feeds/112725262816821304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16944893&amp;postID=112725262816821304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112725262816821304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16944893/posts/default/112725262816821304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbie81389.blogspot.com/2005/09/barbies-new-start.html' title='Barbie&apos;s new start...'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05390554362678453939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
