<?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-7719369</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:55.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-pieces of my mind-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719369.post-111255985700630817</id><published>2005-04-03T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:26:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....i wear my sunglasses at night....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i decided that i need to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;start writing in here again.. it's just much easier than writing in a journal. yeah my hand gets tired okay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life is wonderful.. i can't believe how happy i am. when things happen to me that are supposed to make my life shitty or just make me unhappy i'm not. b/c of him. i mean i still cry to let it out... but i know at the end of the day i have the best boyfriend in the world.. and i couldn't ask for more. he just makes me happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i was stuck making a really hard decision the other day and was basically torn between my best friend and my big sister ( not real big sister.. but those who knows us..just know.) and now the best friend is pretty upset... but i think she'll get over it in time and realize that it was for the best. i was really sad about it.. cried. talked to billy and now everything is better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crawfish boil at mi casa yesterday.... i was definately satisfied. mom was being a cunt yesterday... so yeah. breezy came and kept me company. we vented about everything. we both decided we want to slit matt simon's throat. whoever else would like to participate in this activity.. let me know. you must RSVP! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becca and i went out last night..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we are crazy. and out of control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the drink for the night was BUDWEISER SELECT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes the best beer in the world. budweiser select.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becca was brittneys sister last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wore sunglasses at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;party...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becca and i were being anti-social.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was a huge dog.. it looked like a cow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coldness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beccas text sex......HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trip to my house ( personal reasoning...LOL ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;back to party.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wendys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;took some CRAZY pictures in the parking lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andrea and krisleigh came and met us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;techno danced....becca and i decided we were out of control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i passed the imaginary ball across the road to krisleigh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she didn't catch it =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prien lake park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;80's music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dancing by the lake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pee'ing at some old people's party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drank a sip of dark beer... nasty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i decided i don't like the stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone calls to boyfriend. :-D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;came home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;danced with the chanting cheerleader.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;called boyfriend...what can i say? i love him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;passed out.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't wait till tuesday!&lt;span style="font-family:symbol;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:symbol;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-111255985700630817?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/111255985700630817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7719369.post-110718124301580936</id><published>2005-01-31T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T06:20:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend w/out a speech tourn. </title><content type='html'>so yeah at first i thought i was going to be lost and confused seeing that i didn't have a speech tournament. i didn't know where to begin. it has been quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and breezy went to boiling point to eat crawfish. but before she got there i waited in the parking lot for 20 MINUTES. i was like breezy good thing i'm your best friend and not your boyfriend b/c i would have for sure broken up with you. so when she finally gets there we go and enjoy our crawfish. some man kept talking to us... and i wanted to be like WE ARE EATING BUDDY... but i'm just way too sweet for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then went to tylers to practice with him. and his house smelt like foot. it was hilarious. and so tyler told his mom about it and then she lit some candle thingy and we walked back in the house and it smelt strongly of coconut... or in the mind of tyler a hookers crotch. pretty sick. breezy then called me to go meet up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home and changed.. b/c well i looked like a bum. so i put on some cool trendy outfit and went to jordans to meet breezy. we talked to mrs. jackie for a little while. and then i went to meet kayla, fallon, amanda, bowler, britt n court at nick kyles. they were sooooo CRAZY. manda bo b n c had a gallon of bahama mama. me and kayla funneled beer. and yes it was a grand time. i took some crazy pictures. and i got a lot of kisses on the cheek. nick rogers kissed me on the cheek and so did manda! lol. well not really a lot.. but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im driving home and brittney had kidnapped courtney against her will because she did not want to go home-but then again drunk people never want to go home-and they are on the side of me and i'm doing a little dance for britt because she conquered court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home... yay. bed... yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i had to go to Port Arthur to go hang out with the grandparents because it was my grandpa's birthday. and we go to church at 4 with my grandma and my friend ryan from beaumont came with us. it was fun. some kid in front of us was talking to someone on the side of him... but no1 was there. i swear this kid was possessed. he was reciting math problems to this friend of his. i couldn't help but bust out laughing and i couldn't stop laughing. i'm sure the priest really appreciated it too. ryan was thinking oh goodness. and my brother was making it worse. and my mom.... well she wasn't happy. so then after mass my mom talks to everyone and their daddy.. seeing that she grew up there and she was thrilled to see all these old people that she seemed to know. so me ryan and my brother just hung out and basically made fun of them. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left. and went to popeyes. keep in mind port arthur is mostly ghetto. me and judson stay in the car at popeyes while mom and grandma go inside to get some fried chicccken. and theres this car wash on the side of it. while me and judson are jamming to music and imitating the guys off a night with the roxburys.. we notice that this pimped out impala rolls up to the carwash and a guy gets out.. meets another guy and hands him a wad of cash.. and the other guy slips him something. we were like uhhh ohh what? drug deal. and not 3 minutes later some cadillac rolls up and same thing.. but these two weren't that discreit about it.. he handed him a pizza box. but that was very random. okay while this is all happening.. there's a cop parked across the street and one passing by. and you are expecting some huge drug bust... oh no these cops don't even NOTICE. dumbass's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home-- kayla calls and says she's coming over. so we stay at my house a little while talking to mrs. dee dee, my mom, judson and leighann. then we go to some party in grand lake. fallon invited us of course. she's such a grand lake homie. it was okay... i'm just not good friends with any of those people. it would have been lots of fun if i would have been familiar with half the people. so we stay there a little while and then leave and kidnap cardone and she comes with us. we go back to the nick kyles.. and yep you guessed it... funneled! seriously.. i love it. then good spirits go away because someone calls cardone and tells her that tate is in the hospital and has to get his stomach pumped. we were going to go to the hospital but his mom told us not to go.. so yeah. i still to this day do not know how he's doing.. maybe i should find out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kayla bring cardone home... and right as we are pulling off holly hill onto sale this car comes from a side street and turns going no lie probably 60 and goes all the way in my lane. if we would have left cardones 10 seconds earlier we would have for sure gotten in a head on collision and died. so this cop turns onto sale and is hauling it and turns on his lights.. but the car keeps going.. and so he turns off his lights and keeps following it. the dumb bitch was running from the cop and that's why she was going so fast on the turn... she was trying to lose him. no way we could have died. so me and kayla were pretty shooken up. so we get back to kaylas and after telling her parents and my mom the story about our near death experience we get a phone call saying that matt terry and seth got jumped at a st louis party by some barbe guys. so we go on a mission calling people trying to find out. so we find out. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i just chilled.. slept.. did homework and reblocked mentally with colleen--we were too lazy to actually physically reblock it. haha =) go figure. then i had confirmation--we got out earlier. YAY. we are writing a letter to the stupid bishop. im not a big fan of our bishop.. but then again i'm not the only one. so then i whine about all my stupid make up work. i hate being sick and missing school... just b/c of that reason. i need to start working harder. ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-110718124301580936?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/110718124301580936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=110718124301580936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110718124301580936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110718124301580936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2005/01/weekend-wout-speech-tourn.html' title='weekend w/out a speech tourn. '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-110687929396278243</id><published>2005-01-27T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T05:52:14.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some cool survey thing.</title><content type='html'>i stole this from laura that stole this from kasey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the closest book, turn to page 17, whats the first line of the first paragraph?: In fact, the way the head counselor looked at the Atarax bottle, you'd have thought the pills were a danger to me and not, as was the case, that I was a danger to myself. ( i'm reading some book about a girl going through depression )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach out your left arm, whats the first thing you touch?: a dead rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a band that starts with the third letter of your last name: Clash, The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the number of concerts you've been to, times it by 13: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drug starts with the first letter of your first or last name: mesciline--henry told me that. b/c i could think of anything... i have no idea what it is.. but according to matt it's "something that makes you trip your balls off"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on any song, what's the sixth word?: cold-bleed. inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many programs are running on your computer now?: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your dad's middle name spelled backwards?: egiap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first icon on your desktop? my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the total amount of piercings of you and your siblings?: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type your first name in on google, and past the first ling that comes up: &lt;a href="http://www.kimsoft.com/kim-spy.htm"&gt;www.kimsoft.com/kim-spy.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many steps is it from wall to wall in the room you're in?: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the closest thing outside the nearest window?: trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the closest TV. What channel is it, what's on?: the w.b. will &amp;amp; grace! =) gotta love this show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the closest person. What color hair do they have?: brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any decorations up?: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first thing on the top shelf of your refrigerator?: jalepinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie/ DVD is in the VCR/DVD player?: blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brand of TV is the one closest to you?: sanyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the first and last letter of your neighborhood's name?: Kd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many layers are on your feet right now?: 1.. my feet are cold =( Guess the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the time really?: 637 ..629&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-110687929396278243?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/110687929396278243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=110687929396278243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110687929396278243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110687929396278243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-cool-survey-thing.html' title='some cool survey thing.'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-110683744708107615</id><published>2005-01-27T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T06:50:47.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm home from school again...</title><content type='html'>am i EVER going to feel better?&lt;br /&gt;well see i feel better at night time.. i guess because i've been drugged up all day long and finally the medicines have kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mom wakes me up this morning... and i get out of bed, take my medicine, put my school clothes on and get back in bed. no i do not bother with fixing my hair or make up. it's useless... why not look and feel like shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 745 she screams for me to get out of bed... and tells me it's cold outside. YAY that will definately make my illness go away... NOT--only make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk to my car... and then realize i forgot my backpack and my binder... and not to mention those stupid ass id's that we must have on AT ALL TIMES. ( barbe is not school.. it's prision ).. so i'm frustrated and tell my mom i'm not going to school until i feel better b/c i'm basically worthless at school. i would only sleep in my classes and snap at any person that was talking loudly-- yes this sends sharp pains throughout my ear canal and it really really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom responds to this.... you went to darryls last night and were obviously feeling better. I WAS NOT FEELING BETTER! i needed food.. seeing that you didn't cook. so she starts to give in.. don't ask to go anywhere. why would i want to go anywhere feeling AWFUL? and plus this whole weekend i will have piles upon piles of make up work. so yeah... your wish is granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have band practice though.... tomorrow and saturday. :-) hope she doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is thursday.. probably one of my favorite weekdays excluding friday. it always puts me in a good mood. me and breezy either go out to eat or get take out and watch the O.C. we're dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......my foot is asleep. or should i say i have this tingling sensation from my toes to my upper thigh. this is probably one of the worst feelings one can experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go to school.... i need to go to 7th hour. sometimes when you miss a lot of math... it's hard to catch up. and i still have a test to make up from last friday when i was at the speech tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd place....&lt;br /&gt;i love it. now we are going to state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a duo for me and lauren to do at lagrange... just something to add to my LOOOOONG list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. anyone want to shoot me?&lt;br /&gt;yeah b/c i NEED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or you can chop my ear off.&lt;br /&gt;it will probably feel better than what it feels like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i need cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;i keep coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..go away sickness.&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-110683744708107615?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/110683744708107615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=110683744708107615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110683744708107615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110683744708107615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-home-from-school-again.html' title='i&apos;m home from school again...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-110683661306865372</id><published>2005-01-26T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T06:36:53.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..today.</title><content type='html'>well seeing that i haven't typed a blog in forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and well still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 yes i woke up today at 7:30... and i woke up to a sharp pain in my left ear. which just put me in a great mood. this is a way one would not like to start off the day. 8:00 arrive into first hour ( biology 2 ) and sit there trying to keep my eyes open as i listen to mr. reon tell jokes about his age... and he's the only one that laughs at them. i mean i love the guy and all.. but seriously it's way too early in the morning to tell unfunny jokes. so then we take a quiz... where for sure i missed 3 out of about 26 pts. so that wasn't too bad for not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 english.. definately way more exciting than biology. i didn't know learning about rhetorical devices could be so much fun. we basically goofed off all hour. well the class did.. i just sat there complaining in my head about how bad my ear hurts. i write in my planner.. the homework. we are reading the inferno.. and so far i'm not interested. maybe it's because we are only on the 3rd chapter. we have a vocabulary quiz tomorrow... and does kim have the words? nope. she was absent on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:10 fine arts survey... we finish watching this banal movie about beethoven. seriously is this music appreciation? no. so why we are learning about composers? i have no idea. so i write about my day in my planner.. yes i write everything down in that thing. and listen to the many different conversations throughout the room. jesse is in our class now.. he's a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 something.. i lost track of time. sign language. this class is beginning to get on my nerves. mrs. courville always wants to teach us new words and never lets us talk. it's like okay we know almost every word in the english language.. can we just work on our songs? and if we have a word we don't know.. we'll ask you. GOSH. i think i'm doing crazy on you by heart for my song this time. i had a shitty song last time. well if i wasn't the biggest procrastinator.. i'm sure i would have had a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom text messages me telling me that my doctor appt isn't till 3:20. is she out of her mind? i was in tremendous pain. so i told her i was dying ( melodramatic... just a tad. ) she asked if i wanted to go home. any high schoolers response to that question would be HELL YES. so then she checked me out at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home... very excited... but yet still in a lot of pain. chatted with tyler about band stuff. we are trying to be prepared for battle of the bands.. and yes it is VERY soon. and i'm getting scared. it's feb 6th.. and that's not this weekend but next. holy crap. he has designed the cover and back cover to the cd. and it's badass. and i have a lot of pressure on me about learning the songs and what not. but hey i can manage : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i sleep till 3.. and do NOT want to move to get up and go to the doctor. but i think the thing that motivated me is.... you'll be getting a lot of medication. medication=kim feels better. it's nothing serious he says but never letting me down gives me a big brown bag full of medication to make sure this girl is feeling better tomorrow and if not the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am now... and i really want to go back to bed. but procrastination takes over me again. i should do my homework.. but that's probably not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-110683661306865372?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/110683661306865372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=110683661306865372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110683661306865372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/110683661306865372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2005/01/today.html' title='..today.'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109487936096431204</id><published>2004-09-11T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:09:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah... </title><content type='html'>yeah today was my first day back at school. yay i think? but atleast i'm feeling better. and the funnest thing happened. a'nna is such a clutz she fell in  front of everyone at lunch and scraped her elbow. and yeah it started bleeding. poor kid. it was hilarious though. she wanted me to write about it in my blog.. so i thought i would since it's just so funny. i love that girl though. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was my first football game to actually sit at this season after quitting cheer. and wow i actually had a good time. it was hard to stop myself from doing the cheers in the stands. it was quite hilarious. but i hung out with a lot of people i haven't really hung out with.. and they are cool. wayne brought me samantha and kate back to my house. and that's really my first time talking to him since uhh twirp. and that's just way too embarassing to tell. so that one will be kept in secret. sorry dudes. then alison came and picked us up.. and we went to university to hang out with bailey and john for a little while. then i went to the football dinner... weird. b/c i wasn't there in my cheerleading uniform. it was just a weird night--but i liked it. then we went to mcdonalds to hang out with a bunch of people. yeah i saw andy and ev at sonic so it was a must that i went and told them hey. they are cool people. i absolutely adore andy. then we rode with kayla fallon madison and manda to chris's just to hang out.. then we left. and now i'm home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but listen how hilarious.. like we went to alison's for her to put on some jeans.. and yeah kim was thirsty so i got a wild cherry pepsi.. and i had to put it in a cup with ice b/c it was hott. so yeah we are in the car.. the damn cup is leaking from the bottom. you would think that i would learn once from getting that cup.. oh but no that was my second time. so i have to hold it out the window and freaking stick my head out to drink. i mean shit i was thirsty there was just no other way. me and alison were cracking up. so yeah my hair looked real sexy when we got to mcdonalds. but i didn't sweat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to wake up soo early and drive to texas to go to my grandparents.. and then i have to work at the picnic for key club. woohoo. what a freaking exciting day :-/ my bed looks real nice right now. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109487936096431204?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109487936096431204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109487936096431204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109487936096431204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109487936096431204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/09/yeah-yeah.html' title='yeah yeah... '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109469179609120485</id><published>2004-09-08T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:07:16.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upcoming events...</title><content type='html'>Sept. 21st--Breezy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 27th--The Used new CD comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 2nd--Barbe's Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 9th--Sulphur's Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 23rd-- Taking Back Sunday, Matchbook Romance, and Fall Out Boy concert&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/7719369-109469179609120485?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109469179609120485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109469179609120485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109469179609120485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109469179609120485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/09/upcoming-events.html' title='upcoming events...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109469101069318912</id><published>2004-09-08T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T17:50:10.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH--is what i feel like right now. :-(</title><content type='html'>well i told myself i was going to take it easy this weekend. but uhh that didn't happen and now i'm sicker than ever. i really should have rested and took care of myself damnit. but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday night me britt and court went to meet alison at picadilly and eat with my parents. and we were being.. uhh shall i say.. goofy. yes that's the word. i was insanely hyper. when we were done eating i went to that window thing you know the window that's behind the people getting food b/c alison was doing a to-go order. well i starting knocking trying to get her attention and this old black guy got soooo mad and he like dropped his food and started yelling at me.. well me being the hyper person i was at the time started busting out laughing and i just ran off. then me britt n court went to my car to wait on alison.. ( she was about to get off ) ooh and we had the windows rolled down and had the old brittney spears shit blaring and we were singing at the top of our lungs and dancing. everyone probably thought we were insane. oh well we looked it. then when alison came out we met her at her house so she could change then we went to the sulphur parking lot to meet up with breezy. and hung out with blade dakota and taylor ( whom i had just met ). oh yeah and he asked me to sulphur's homecoming. so yeah i'm going to that now. then there was nothing to do in sulphur so i dropped britt n court off with breezy. then me and alison went to the dorms to hang out with will josh matt seth jeff and all them. alison was insanely drunk and she got sick :-( poor baby. and then we came back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday night i went to dags with breezy n alison and watched some bands play.. and talked to paul and them for a while. oh yeh.. and NAN was there ( erin d. ) and i hadn't seen her in forever.. so i got to talk to  her for a little while. i miss that girl. then alison and breezy wanted to leave.. so i left against my will and i wasn't that happy about it... and after i vented out my frustration we were all okay. i got a frappacino ( yum.. those things are the shit ). then we went back to the dorms.. and there were a bunch of drunk sophomores acting the fool. so i was kind of being mean.. :-/ but hey sometimes drunk people get to me when i'm sober. and i was dancing around acting stupid. so it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i went to samantha's to help her with her try-out piece.. but uhh we didn't do a lot of that.. we just sat around and talked most of the time. then we went and got some subway. hell yeah. and then i told her she could come hang out with us that night.. so i picked her up and we went to breezys. but first it was insane b/c mandey and kayla both called me freaking out asking me where i was. and of course i was at home at that period in time.. they thought i was with britt n court. they had just been involved in a really bad wreck. so i freaked out and went to where the wreck was. it was on ihles road. samantha baker's car was flipped and was in really bad shape. everyone was freaking out. britt n court were at the hospital so i didn't get to see them. they weren't seriously hurt though--thank God. mandey ran up to my car almost in tears and she was like when i thought you were in that car my heart dropped. i was like it's okay sweetheart i'm okay. i have such good friends. so then me being the worried kid i was.. i called britt n court's cell phone and court was crying so hard i could barely understand her and she said they were okay but cut up and what not. good thing they had their seat belts on... i don't know what would have happened if they didn't. so after all that me and samantha went to breezys and then we were going to go to some vinton party but uhh we basically got to vinton and breezy goes lets go to the dorms. holy shit where i said we should have went in the first place.. so we fucking turned around. so we went there again. the same drunk sophomores were there.. i was still kind of mean. oops. and the guys gave samantha a nickname.. LOL. everyone has a damn nickname. and jody lane told us some funny news.. LMAO. so then we went back to breezys and just chilled. breezy cooked us a badass meal for dinner.. yeah dinner at 1am. shoot i hadn't eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday me and colleen worked on our duet.. it's really hard blocking. but i think we can do it. it's going to be funny. i love my partner. :-) so when we decided we needed a break we went to michael wick's house... he wasn't home but we sat and talked to his mom for like an hour and 1/2. she's sooo awesome. i love her to death. that was my first time meeting her and i already love her. so then me and colleen came back here and read the rest of the piece and decided we will block the rest another time. then i went to paul's to hang out with him. then garrett called and he said he was coming over and cody and matt showed up. so i hung out with them for a while and then some conner guy came. it was my first time meeting conner and matt. they are cool. and i hadn't seen cody in a while--that is one crazy mother fucker. then samantha called me to go get her.. and uhh right when i was going down paul's street she called and said nevermind. i was like uhh damnit. so i just went on to breezys to bring her a shirt to borrow. and we went to some party down prater road. it was boring as hell and i was getting eaten by mosquitos so i made jayce bring me to my car since he was bringing jeff anyways. so then he said to go with them to hang out at his sisters and play nintendo..i mean shit i didn't have anything to do anyways. so me jayce thomas jeff chase bridgett jessica and caitlin hung out over there. then i had to bring jeff to his truck and then i went home. it was an okay night i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i was excited b/c i was like yay i get to rest and make myself feel better... but then luke called and asked me to go to michaels to watch a movie with all of them. i'm not going to say no so i went. and it was me michael luke blake colleen and allison. i had a great time.. i stayed there all day. we watched blow ( hell yeah.. GREAT movie ) and michaels mom brought us take out from texas roadhouse.. and i mean she ordered basically the whole menu. i told you i loved her. she's soo awesome. so after all of us ate we were just chilling out and it was about to be 9 so i was like guys i'm going to go home.. and everyone was getting tired. so i brought blake and colleen home and i was like BEDDDD i'm tired. damn. but uhh you know me i didn't get to bed till like 11. so yeah :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i felt like shit and my head was throbbing. i couldn't take it. first hour i think i sneezed all class and i'm sure people were sick of saying "God bless you" b/c honestly i would have been like fuck it i'm not saying it anymore.. it was bad. and then in 2nd hour my head was throbbing and i was like having hott flashes. and i really couldn't listen to mrs. mcfarlain anymore and i was like can i PLLLEASSEEE go call my mom. i felt like my head was going to explode. so i called and i was planning on just missing 3rd and 4th to take some medicine and take a little nap and go back for 5th. oh that didn't happen after i passed the hell out with an icepack on my head i woke up and it was only 11. i was like shoot i have time to take another little nap b/c i don't have to be back till 1230. ooohh kim didn't wake up till 130. yeah so i just said screw it. i still feel like shit and i want to die. honestly i've taken 6 ibuprofens already today. and that was at 5. and i'm about to take some more.. b/c my head still feels like it's going to explode. it's throbbing over my eyes and on my temples. oh this is horrible. i don't think this is healthy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm about to go BACK to bed. i woke up at like 5. b/c i just keep going back to bed b/c i like can't function or something. uhhhhh just shoot me. bed time.. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109418069606922920</id><published>2004-09-02T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:04:56.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in one of those weird moods...?</title><content type='html'>well i had my first meeting for speech.. which went really well. right when i got there mrs. b said she needed to talk to me.. then she told me that colleen was my duet partner! woohoo. :-) how exciting. i love that girl to death. and she's also very talented-- and i'm one lucky girl to be working with her. our piece is hilarious and i can't wait till the first tournament. i've met some pretty cool people since i've been on speech--which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was exhausting... i'm tired and i'm sick. i've been sick for like 4 days now or something.. but i'm sucking it up b/c i have so many things to do. :-/ i need to relax sometime this weekend or i'm going to collaspe or something. so i think monday and tuesday that we have off i'm just going to chill out and take a breather for once since the past 2 weeks or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friday i'm going hang out with breezy britt n court. but i'm definately going to bed as early as possible. then sat. i'm going to the show at dags.. but i'm going home right after. and then i think for the rest of the weekend i'm just going to do things that HAVE to be done. monday me and colleen are going to start working on our duet :-) yay. and i'm helping this girl samantha with the try-out piece b/c she is trying out late. she seems really sweet.. and i think she just moved here. and she seemed to have no idea what to do.. so i'm going to help her out. i think i could use another girl in my grade on the team to talk to... that'd be nice. but i still love my partner the most!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have so much shit that i should be doing right now.. that i'm not :-/ procrastination is a bitch. yeah, later. oh yeah and much love to a'nna. this is dedicated to you dude.&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/7719369-109418069606922920?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109418069606922920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109418069606922920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109418069606922920'/><link 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my will. it ended up being an okay night. friday night i boycotted the football jamboree and went to dags to watch some bands play. tyler's band played-- the low. and they did awesome despite what he says. and it was my first time watching them--impressed. then i saw endeavor again and they did really good-- first time seeing them too. and in the wake did good also. so i saw a lot of cool bands that i have yet to see before. so it was cool. i reunited with one of my friends from preschool--garrett. well my crush from preschool. ha it was me him and tyler it was like a big damn preschool reunion. awesome stuff. me and alison--good times. then we went to breezys ( not the bar guys. i definately look like i'm 12 years old and couldn't get in there if i tried ) she had some people over and it was fun. i got to see a lot of people i haven't seen in a while. which was exciting. then me and breezy had to bring clint back to dags but uh yeah his ride left him so we had to bring his ass to moss bluff to DD's ( whoever that might be. )-- wow i'm such a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i went to wash my car ( yeah that bitch was filthy ) then me and al just sat around being bums during the day after she got off work. then we got ready to go out.. yeah i didn't want to. getting dressed and putting on make up was not something i wanted to do at that moment in time. but hey seeing that i'm a good friend i decided to accompany alison. we went to ashley's party-- which we left early. then we went and hung out at heidi's for a little while. then we went to shane's. and i was tired and exhausted and wanted to go home. but they left that mcdonalds was a must.. so i stuck it out till after mcdonalds. then i got home.. atlast. then i crashed b/c i'm such a bum. hey it was a long day okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday jenny came and ran errands with me and we caught up old times. which was fun. i miss that girl. then i just did a bunch of shit that needed to be done. studied.. did all my homework. then went to church. so sunday basically was a get everything you should have done all weekend and crame day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was a great day. i tried out for speech and made it :-) woohoo. yay for me. so now i'm excited that i'm doing something i really want to do. so now my first meeting is tomorrow. and we get options on pieces for tournaments and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well i'm sick of typing about shiat. yeah, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109400237363301394?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109400237363301394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109400237363301394' title='0 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really big decision over the past week.. and finalized it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit cheerleading.. yeah i know it's a shocker but it wasn't something i felt i had to do. i was just overwhelmed with everything i had going on in my life. my schedule isn't the easiest thing in the world and the work takes up a lot of my time.. b/c you have to be like 100% devoted to this stuff. there is no time to slack off. and i just felt i couldn't handle everything i had on my plate.. it was just too much. i told myself last year that i was just going to focus on my school work. then i talked to peers and other adults and they told me how much i was going to miss it.. so i pressured myself into doing it saying that i would regret if i didn't. so first week of school i'm in my classes thinking holy crap this isn't going to be apple sauce ( as mrs. romero would say ) it's going to be really chewy. ( mrs. romero--god i'm going to miss that ladyyy :-( !!! ) and then i joined keyclub, earth club, and yaca. oh yeah and trying out for speech and debate --which is something i really want to do. so the first week of school was hectic. and i was doing all the stressing in the world. ( not healthy.. yeah i know. ) so i had to do something about it... and i had to make a tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was so hard.. me and my mom went and talked to mrs. crawford and i couldn't even get the words out. she completely understood and said that i needed to do what was best for me. and that they were going to miss me and stuff.. and i just couldn't stop crying. then i saw morgan and told her.. she was the first cheerleader to know. i didn't want to tell anyone b/c i thought that it would be even harder. and sarah saw me in first hour and asked me what was wrong.. so then she knew. and it just somewhat grew from there-- you know how gossip travels. some people are probably talking about me.. but hey it's okay if you don't accept my decision. seeing that it wasn't YOUR decision.. it was MINE. so it really shouldn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have trahan for alg. 2.. i'm going to miss stewart and having nick and alison in my class.. :-( but hey it had to be done. my schedule was really hard to fix. b/c they only had spanish 3 6th hour and that's when i had american history ap.. and i had to go to 5th since 4th was full. and so that put me in alg. 2 7th hour with trahan. i'm excited b/c i heard he's awesome. but other than that i'm sad.. but hey it's the decision i made so i have to get over it. i feel that it will help me out better in the long run. so i'm just waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later on. too much is running through my head right now. i have mistric's essay to do. :-/&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/7719369-109356745948952208?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109356745948952208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109356745948952208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109356745948952208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109356745948952208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/reasons.html' title='the reasons...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109319532944115251</id><published>2004-08-22T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:22:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile since...</title><content type='html'>i mean holy shit it's been forever since i posted one of these. school is pretty good... but seeing that it was the first week... it's all going downhill now. all my teachers are kick ass though. mcfarlain is cool and she seems like a great teacher... we talked about sex in class. lol, strange. reon just cracks me up and i love him to death. and i realized that when the senoirs leave i'm going to be all alone in his class for 2 wks. just me and him. lol we are going to have some fun. ( i've known reon since i was like 5 ). savoie seems like a bitch now.. but i heard she gets really cool once she knows you... so i'm just waiting. banks is just insane.... she calls roll like twice a day because she doesn't remember. and she always talks about her damn dog that died named nick... seeing that the first name on the roll is nick... that's how we start off the class. it's the same routine everyday. blah. stewart is just soooo sweet and a pretty good teacher from what i know of him so far. then theres mistric.... i love mrs. michelle i've been knowing her since i was a baby and in class she is so hilarious. her class seems really hard but hey i can manage. and then i have cheer.. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fucking uniform policy is insane. no logos on the polo... WTF? and your sleeves have to be like down half your arm... excuse me. and they are saying that they didn't ever change the uniform policy... BULLSHIT. b/c i have been wearing polos with logos since freshman year and they have all been semi-short sleeves.. but they aren't down half my arm. they never said anything about that. and i can see that they are getting strict about tucking in your shirts b/c they never have been in the past but don't sit there and tell us some shit that the uniform policy hasn't changed. oh yeah and wearing our damn ID's that's just stupid..but hey i'm going to use that to cover up my logos. they should have told us at the end of last school year the uniform policy so we wouldn't have went out and bought all this shit during the summer. i find this ridiculous. i mean honestly they are taking 10mins out of our classtime to check uniforms. none of my teachers care... they don't want to waste that time doing something that is completely ignorant. but i mean whatever. i think we should all jump the faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past friday me alison and fallon took the german foreign exchange student (john) out for his birthday.. he's such a sweetheart. we went to kaylas party and had a good time. he was really happy and having a good time... so that was great. he's in me and al's algebra 2 class and he was in fallons am. history but he got his schedule changed. after kaylas we came to chill at my house for a little while and alison left us :-( and then we went to shane's to just hang out. matt needed a ride home badly and i didn't want to bring him home b/c it was way out of my way... but then he bribed me and i got 10bucks for bringing him. atleast i got some money now. i'm not flat broke anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i had a party of my own... it was only supposed to be juniors but then the senoir guys came and i can't say no to them b/c i love them all to death.. and i mean i have been to their parties before.  but it really didn't get out of hand.. and it turned out good. i had fun.. i met a new friend. :-)&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue later.. i'm tired.&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/7719369-109319532944115251?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109319532944115251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109319532944115251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109319532944115251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109319532944115251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-been-awhile-since.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile since...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109246315619921664</id><published>2004-08-14T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:59:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cool day. </title><content type='html'>dude i have a fantastic day! here's how it went.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i had to go to the doctor and on the way there i was totally pysched b/c i thought they were just going to take that medicine stuff out of my holes that they put in last time and i was going to be all better... but i was wrong. they said my holes weren't all the way healed and they had to stick more medicine strips in my holes and i have to go back again monday to get them out! :-( i'm so sad b/c my mouth still hurts and it's been 4 1/2 days already which totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the doctor i had to bring judson to physical therapy ( he just recently got surgery on his knee ) and i didn't know where i was going so my brother was all i'll tell you when to turn on the street blah blah blah. and i was on the phone with my mom at the time telling her what the doctor said and he was like omg you missed the street i was like ugh you didn't tell me and he went off about how if you weren't on the damn phone.. etc. he was just being a total jerk and i pull into a parking lot to turn around and he gets out and he's like i'll walk and slams my door... ( we are in ghetto town by the way ) i was like alright idiot i'm sure. but he finally quit being a whiny bitch and got in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he is at physical therapy i went to old navy and got a back pack that my mom had to go and get after work so i put it on hold! it's adorable. i like it. then i went back to pick judson up at the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 3:30 i went to nathans and we hung out.. which was a great time. i had so much fun and i'm glad we hung out before he moved. i think i laughed today more than all the days this week combined. yay nate is the coolest. we went to mcdonalds and he got the meal but he didn't eat his fries... weird. and then we went and visited my mom at the cookie bouquet ( picture this.. nathan is in his pj pants the whole time.. haha he had woken up only a little before i went over ) and she bribed me into going make a delivery so we went and did that. and then i got to bring nathan to pick up his car ( yeah her name is christi. ) and he was very excited and then we went back to his house and watched tv being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home took a shower and got ready to go to dags. so i met up with nate and we went to dags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dags was awesome. both bands were just great. and i was excited i went. the curb was dylan scott jake and jeff ( i think? it's scott's cousin ) and they were really good.. it was my first time ever seeing them. and a lot of people showed up and i was just chattin with everyone having a good time.. and laughed at drunk people dancing. and leda swan played and they were just awesome... it's henry michael chris and some guy i don't know his name.. i've seen them play before and they are just wow. they are very good and i thought they did a great job. i talked to matthew romero and i'm very upset that he is leaving me tomorrow and i must bid him a farewell. dylan actually opened a bottle with my key.. ( he was desperate.. i'm guessing? ) and then he broke my key chain... ( come on my fav. one the martini glass ) but he fixed it. haha good times at dags. i was glad to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going shopping in baton rouge.. woop woop! me and mom are going on a road trip and we are going to bond and it will be just great. oh yeah and andrew is coming meet up with me.. what a great guy. he's my very good friend from baton rouge that i met july 4th. can't wait can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs. renee is staying the night with my mom tonight.. they are having a slumber party ( how cute right ? ) they are telling the most hilarious stories.. i think my mom misses her best friend. why does she have to live in houston :-( i miss her too. haha but she is moving her son, brett into his apartment in BR and she is staying here for the night. woohoo.. catching up time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. laterrr dudes.&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/7719369-109246315619921664?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109246315619921664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109246315619921664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109246315619921664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109246315619921664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-cool-day.html' title='my cool day. '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109235425114831914</id><published>2004-08-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:44:36.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moody</title><content type='html'>sometimes do you feel like you just have too much on your plate at one time? i mean honestly.. i can't handle everything that gets thrown in my way. i don't know how i'm going to make it through this school year with all my school work.. getting a job... and cheerleading. but honestly i'm not going to focus on anything but my school work and if i get yelled at for that they can just shove it up their butts. b/c i have way bigger things to worry about like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making progress on my essays... but not as much as i could be if i wasn't drugged up and in extreme amounts of pain. i had to go to the doctor this morning b/c i thought i had dry sockets. but good news is that i don't... but something else is wrong and they had to put some gauze with medicine in my holes and i have to keep it there till tomorrow when i go back at 1pm to have them look at it again. my cheeks have not gone down at all and i have a bruise on my cheek which is very painful. and i hate this so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now all i feel like doing is crying b/c i have all this shit to do but i'm in so much pain and don't feel up to doing or completely anything. i think i've cried like 10 times in the past 3 days. it sucks. and i hate my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends that came and visited me yall are great and thanks all for bringing me things to make me feel better. :-) it means a lot. and today i think i downloaded like half the OC's old episodes and watched them all day.. b/c that is just the best show and i miss it dearly. but hey it comes back NOVEMBER 4th!! WOOHOO! speaking of i think some more are complete... so i'm going to go watch them and write a paragraph for one of my essays. shoot me damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later. and yes my current mood is CRANKY and complaining little baby. but you would be complaining too if you were me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109235425114831914?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109235425114831914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109235425114831914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109235425114831914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109235425114831914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/moody.html' title='moody'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109219681945498548</id><published>2004-08-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:45:45.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penis penis penis...vagina vagina vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The reason for my title is because today... i kim mccord... found out what a penis is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, penis's belong to boys... and it hangs between your legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of penis's and boys, I need a beer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A broken clock is right twice a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So today i bought an ant farm, and those f***ers didn't grow shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So today i waved to a man who had no hands... i felt cocky... like i could've told him "look what i got mother f***er... watch me pick this shit up biatch"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That is all for now...SCOOBY DOOBY DOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;haha okay that was ryan the whole time. he's a crazy mofo! him and adam came and visited me for a little while after they lost in poker at trevors. they did a good job amusing me... they were cracking me up and i actually forgot about my pain for a little while--which is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;today was a very bad day for me... b/c the IV and all the pain killers wore off and i was in complete agony. i woke up at 6am crying from the pain and took a pain killer and changed my ice pack and went back to bed.. and my mom woke me up at 730 ( not knowing that i had taken a pain killer already like an hour and a half ago ) when you are supposed to wait 3 hours btwn. taking them.. but i was totally out and it didn't even click to tell her that i had already taken one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;so when i got up at 9 and tried to walk.. i was all dizzy and could barely walk... haha it was hilarious b/c i was drugged up.. but then the pain killers wore off again around 2pm and i was in tears again b/c i was in more pain than i had ever been. so i had to take another one.. and i was totally nauseous after taking it.. probably b/c i had nothing in my system and i was in extreme pain again. and my ice packs kept getting warm very fast b/c i believe i have temperature. and i just haven't felt good all day.. which sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;bobby came by today and hung out with me for a little while and then derek came over and brought me a smoothie ( angel food.. YUMMY ) and that was a very sweet gesture. thanks so much D.. you're the best. and then laura brought me some choc. chip cookie dough before she went to prac which was awesome :-) love you tons laur! and then breezy and zac came to visit and zac starting petting my cat and i guess he rubbed his eyes b/c they got really bloodshot and watery.. and i didn' tknow zac was allergic to cats.. and neither did he. but a lot of people are allergic to princess including me.. but she's family. i could never boot her out. breezy and zac watched me attempt to eat ramen noodles for the first time.. it was very difficult b/c i was scared it would get into the holes in the back of my mouth. and i didn't want to take that chance. so i didn't eat very much. and then breezy left and went to picadilly which was depressing b/c i wish i could go eat there b/c that place is AWESOME. and my parents went to ruby tuesdays.. which was cool b/c everyone freaking left me to go out to eat.. when yeah i can eat so much :-( gosh. but i told my mom that the first thing i'm eating once i can eat is sushi so she better take me out to miyakos. ( favorite restaurant of all time. ) soo all my visits made my day go by smoother b/c i would forget about the pain i was going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and i was all exciting b/c my cheeks weren't swollen.. well they are starting to get swollen i think... which i'm not too happy about. and i'm not too happy about all the work i have left before school starts :-( i just hope i get it done. i attempted to read this morning but the pain killers were getting to me and all the words were all jumbled together. ( no good. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;well im downloading the OC episodes because i miss them dearly and i want them to start back up. ha. that's about all for now. later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109219681945498548?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109219681945498548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109219681945498548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109219681945498548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109219681945498548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/penis-penis-penisvagina-vagina-vagina.html' title='Penis penis penis...vagina vagina vagina'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109212284127753921</id><published>2004-08-10T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:28:39.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>froggin</title><content type='html'>ooh dude i totally forgot to tell you about my day and night on saturday... one of the funnest days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well me madison catherine and william go out to lunch at nina p's so the oh so cool fallon can be our waitress. haha. so yeah we had fun dining and chatting it up. then me and catherine are like dude let's go play at the park ( b/c we are total 6 yr. olds.. i know ) and so william comes too. we go to millenium park and have a fun time. william spins me and catherine around on the tire swing until we want to throw up or something ( luckily we didn't ) and we just swung on the normal swings for a little while. then we climbed at the top of this tippee thing and chilled up there and just talked. it was like a walk down memory lane. parks are so freaking cool. and i LOVE them. i think the last time i went to a park is with jenny jeff and phil. and that was a lonnnggg time ago. when phil had bleach blonde hair and didn't even know kayla. wow definately a long time ago b/c those two have been dating forever now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.. after the park we went to madison's grandma's because madison being the little betty crocker she is baked a blueberry pie ( we all know madison contributed nothing to this pie and her grandmother did all the work.. but hey we can all pretend to make madison smile.) LOL. but the pie was totally awesome and we were just lazy and watched where the heart is while the guys complained b/c we were watching lifetime. i mean shit it's the woman's channel and we want to watch it. oh the other guy that was there was madison's cousin.. if you were wondering where the plural on guys came from. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get a call from judson ( yeah yeah... i'm a freaking taxi cab or something ) and he wants to go sulphur. i'm like okay b/c i figure judson knows where this chick lives. but uhh he thinks he does.. we have to ask directions like 3 times. and i being the unpatient one i am was like going off b/c i was driving around sulphur for like 30mins. and this isn't far into sulphur.. it's just maplewood so just imagine how many times i had to turn around. oh i was fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come home FINALLY and i'm about to take a nap then madison calls and says to come over so we can go get daquiri's before we go froggin and we are all meeting at her house... so oh course i jump out of the bed..! haha we all chill at mady's having a good time. and then we go froggin... and we didn't catch ANYTHING. the closest i got to a frog is when william put his hand on my leg and i got sewer shit on me.. and i didn't smell too peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to jack's and he was having a few people over so i get out telling people hey and they leave me but i don't care because amanda was there and she wanted me to stay anyways b/c she felt weird being the only barbe person there..and was happy i decided to stay. so i hung out with scott most of them time... and that's my little buddy. he's cool as shit. and amanda disappears so we go to find her.. and then me and amanda are off b/c she has to bring me to my car at madisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my night. it was pretty fun and adventurous. :o) but next time i hope i catch a frog. or atleast get the chance to hop into the ditch.. there wasn't much out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS yes i still haven't fallen asleep yet.. and i don't know how i'm not passed the hell out. but i'm going to go attempt to fall asleep... let's hope it works. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109212284127753921?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109212284127753921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109212284127753921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109212284127753921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109212284127753921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/froggin.html' title='froggin'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109211335767572480</id><published>2004-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:49:17.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i made it through getting my wisdom teeth out!</title><content type='html'>i made it out alive.. even though it totally sucks. i can't feel my mouth and my tongue. they were flicking me trying to get a vein to pop out and they were making fun of my shoes... how rude. and then they stick the IV in me.. and they were like how you feeling? and i was all like okay... and then things just started getting really dizzy and i don't remember anything. i don't think i totally woke up till sonic where my mom got me a drink.. and i swear i told her ocean water but i ended up with a strawberry limeade.. and i was like mom i said ocean water and she was like no you didn't.. and i guess i just don't remember a thing. and i kept asking her if i talked to morgan b/c morgan was supposed to have an appt. at 4:15 but my mom said she had one earlier... and i think i asked her that like 4 times and she wanted to strangle me. haha. and i went off on my brother for not coming check on me whenever i got home.. but he did.. i just didn't remember. and thanks to all my friends that came and visited me! dom you are the best.. bringing me my favorite smoothie and sharing your pics from NY with me. thanks for keeping me company girl. oh yeah and me and dom are going see princess diaries 2 wed. when it comes out and i'm pumped. and kayla came and saw me too. and madison and cat! thanks yall. dom and kayla stuck out the longest then dom had to go home.. and me and kayla went to sonic to get me a choc. shake and hung out at williams for a little while. my cheeks aren't that big... but they are bruised or something. mom called and got mad b/c she said i needed to come home and put ice on my face so we didn't get to stay that long. i miss kay we haven't hung out in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand that i haven't passed out since i got them out.. i'm like wired. dominique was like dude what is wrong with you? haha i have no idea? hopefully i will have a fast recovery. it's nice that my mom is actually worried about me and worried about me needing stuff.. and she's like just call my cell if you need anything so i won't have to get out of bed. kind of nice having people waiting on you hand and foot. but this stitch that is like half out is pissing me off.. b/c i keep feeling it and it feels like whiskers or something. AHHH haha ! i think it's time for me to go to bed.. i'm so delirious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of depressing thinking about how many much of my summer assignments i have left and i really don't want to do it.. there's this little demon that's always laughing at me though saying i'm going to get a zero. normally it's a positive person pushing me to do things.. but this is a bad voice. jill knows what i'm talking about... me and jill have positive voices in our head that talk us through tests. hahaha! but i think this is my procrastination demon. that son of a bitch needs to go away or i will never finish my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go to houston this weekend though. i miss my laura and i need to finish up my school shopping. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109211335767572480?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109211335767572480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109211335767572480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109211335767572480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109211335767572480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-made-it-through-getting-my-wisdom.html' title='i made it through getting my wisdom teeth out!'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109207855242035648</id><published>2004-08-09T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T12:09:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people....... </title><content type='html'>i mean honestly... do yall have better things to talk about than my affairs and what i'm doing? okay i'm glad you don't have a life of your own that you have to talk about other people. some people are just so immature and annoying that it makes me want to throw up. talking about other people should NOT make you feel better. and also it's awesome when you are in college and you have nothing better to do than get in the middle of highschool gossip. that's fucking immature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i get my wisdom teeth out in like an hour and 30mins :-/ and i'm scared. but more than that i'm thirsty... b/c you can't drink or eat like 6 hours before the thing and i could really use some water right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah last night i went to shane's and hung out for a little while.. and i met the new girl, alex. she's really a cool person from what i know of her. and it was funny seeing all the drunk people.  but i had to go home at like 1030 b/c the mother was a little bit cranky. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all.. what a short blog. yeah i know. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109207855242035648?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109207855242035648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109207855242035648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109207855242035648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109207855242035648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/people.html' title='people....... '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109185936141931284</id><published>2004-08-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T00:15:51.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh? i hate this title shiat. </title><content type='html'>my mom is a total pyscho... i mean yeah i'm a smart ass.. please get used to it. but lately she just has been yelling at me like there is no tomorrow or something. i'm like please get me out of this place before i scream. so right now i'm about ready to pack all my shit and go somewhere.. but then i realize i have no where to go. dads? ooh HELL NO. but i'm going to suck it up. i have 2 more years...yeah. not soon enough i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was girls night at mils.. which was a lot of fun. but me mandey and catherine have this genius idea that we want to go visit some friends. when it is freaking storming outside... i'm talking dangerous weather. oh but mandey being the little hardass she is drove in it ( me and catherine were both in the back seat freaking out. ) yeah imagine 3 girls running with trashbags on their heads with only 2 trashbags. me and catherine had both our heads in one. it was quite amusing and catherine broke her shoe and had to go out barefooted. then we went and picked up madison to go to calebs to hang out with like 8 guys or something and just sat there the whole time and watched them play ping-pong. how exciting right? oh yeah and amanda like came back to mils crying b/c it started pouring when she was out getting food or something and her window is broke and she was like holding a towel in the window trying to drive.. she was freaking out. quite amusing. and us being fatass's ate brownies and cookies.. well somewhat cookies madison and amandas dumbass's can't cook cookies if their life depended on it. that's what happens when you put 2 of the dingest girls in the kitchen together. and then i had to bring mady to get her charger b/c she couldn't live without her phone or something. b/c it went dead... ( the rain had stopped somewhat by then.. thank goodness). but it ended up being a great night bonding with the girls. we all had a goodtime. and mom actually let me stay the night at mils without parents. i mean she had to have been drunk or something. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was pretty freaking lazy and i had to bring judson somewhere.. blah blah. and then i went to zacharys to hang out with some friends and watched people play pool and ping-pong. and bonding with some people i'm not really that close with so that was good. mrs. julie baked us cookies!!! YuM. :-P zac's parents are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had to go get judsons bitch ass from next level.. ugh. and then bring scott home. i mean seriously.. am i a damn taxi? yeah it freaking seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;louisiana definately won miss teen america! woohoo. atleast something good comes out of LA. i mean shit i want out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to houston to shop next weekend. and visit with laura and fam. but i'm out b/c i've said all i really want to say. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109185936141931284?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109185936141931284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109185936141931284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109185936141931284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109185936141931284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/uhhh-i-hate-this-title-shiat.html' title='uhhh? i hate this title shiat. '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109160436592105371</id><published>2004-08-04T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:28:02.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a pretty fun day!!!</title><content type='html'>so yeah i get woken up by dru and joel and it's really 8am.. and i just want to be like fuck registration i'll go later. but they finally wake me up all the way so i get up and you know kind-of fix myself so i can be presentable or something. even though my eyes were BLOODSHOT b/c i was so tired. yeah that 4 hours of sleep i got. woohoo that's definately enough sleep, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go to registration and are you kidding the line is all the way to that tree in the front of the school by the drop off little thing. yeah that's a long line so you know being the little evil person i am.. i cut all the way to the front of the line. i mean who could blame a girl.. no1 wants to wait out in that heat. sorry all! so i get to see some people i haven't seen in a while.. and then i see some people that i've never seen before. i'm like when did they start coming here ya know? and they are all like uhh since freshman year kim. dude like i pay attention to my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have to go through all the stupid pointless registration crap. pointless, yeah. example: the powerpoint that is telling us what all has changed blah blah blah. and really having to wear ID cards is a LITTLE out of control.. don't you think? then you have to go to all these little stations. that really aren't exciting until you get to the one where you get to see your schedule. woohoo. so then everyone compares to see if they have classes.. yeah, you know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;here's kimberly's schedule for junoir year:&lt;br /&gt;1. english 3 AP-mcfarland&lt;br /&gt;2. biology 2 adv.-reon ( which i'm totally exciting about having him b/c i mean i've known him since kindergarten and i LOVEEE the guy. )&lt;br /&gt;3. fine arts survey-savoie&lt;br /&gt;4. sign language-banks&lt;br /&gt;5. algebra 2-stewart ( moms making me phase up to advanced.. blah )&lt;br /&gt;6. american history AP-mistric ( woohooo i can't wait for that class.. mistric is freaking awesome and i've known her since i was a little girl. )&lt;br /&gt;7. cheer ( yeah, enough said. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have to go get my parking sticker... yeah how stupid. why can't everyone just park their cars in the stupid parking lot without paying $5 for a stupid little sticker that they really don't even look at? i don't understand schools these days.. especially barbe. it has gotten RIDICULOUS... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we go eat breakfast at mcdonalds-- me dru joel britt court n a'nna. dude and we just see the whole world there. so fun times. and a'nna is freaking hilarious. and courtney yeah you get amused by the smallest things and it's the funnest thing ever :-) and britt, yeah you are just britt. enough said. hahahaha! this little girl was the cutest thing she was doing this butt dance thing and it was just cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i come home and guess what i did? yep you got it went back to sleep.. i mean honestly who can function on 4 hours of sleep.. definately not me. i can't even function on the 8 hours that is recommended i need atleast 10. yeah.. i'm a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah kim can't sleep between the cell phone ringing on and on and the house phone ringing nonstop and people just chatting it up with my brother in the living room. i wanted to literally body slam someone b/c i was getting so frustrated. ( maybe that's why i've been so cranky today... ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i went to cheer prac.. woohoo there was only 8 varsity cheerleaders there so yeah we just shit around and did absolutely nothing. and morgan went on and on about how scared she was to get her wisdom teeth out... i'm just excited i'm going to be knocked out and doing nothing but sleeping for like 5 days. :-D YAY. and she is just beyond herself with excitement that we are getting them out the same day by the same person. yeah but that's morgan for you.. she's the happiest person i know.. and i really don't know how she does it? whatever she is on.. i think i need some. then i bring jill home all the way to BFE.. but hey i had nothing else better to do.. i needed a drive to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get home.. mom's being somewhat nicer than she was earlier today and she was being EVIL earlier today. my god. she was about ready to boot my ass out of the house. but maybe it was b/c i was being a pain in the ass b/c i was so cranky. so she got me chinese food ( YAY ) which is freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i watched summerland- yay. good show. but i want to O.C. to start coming back on and one tree hill. gosh i miss those shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 9:30 i went and met up with the guys and just hung around watching larry the cable guy dvd.. which was fun. and saw the ugliest dog i've ever seen in my life. dude i'm talking about this dog was HIDEOUS.. you think i'm joking. but you will see one day when you take a look at that thing. and they call her lady.. more like nasty. gosh i don't see how anyone would want to buy a dog that disgusting looking.. much less let it inside their house. blah. people these days. but i guess it's what's on the inside that counts. but that's dogs inside aren't so pretty either.. it's annoying as all hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched startsky and hutch when i got home.. and that is a funny movie everyone. you should watch it. it's worth renting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still cranky--bed time. laterrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109160436592105371?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109160436592105371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109160436592105371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109160436592105371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109160436592105371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-was-pretty-fun-day.html' title='today was a pretty fun day!!!'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109160322036428362</id><published>2004-08-04T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T00:07:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo fun little survey</title><content type='html'>[x] Part 1 -- The Basics [x]&lt;br /&gt;What's your name? ::: kim&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace ::: louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Age ::: 16&lt;br /&gt;Age you act ::: depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;Current location ::: louisiana&lt;br /&gt;Eye color ::: brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair color ::: brown&lt;br /&gt;Right, lefty or ambidextrous? ::: righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac sign? ::: taurus, yes i'm hard headed.&lt;br /&gt;Height? ::: uhhh 5ft :-/ i'm short okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 2 -- Describe... [x]&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage/nationality ::: french..irish..&lt;br /&gt;Your hair ::: mostly straight but i curly it sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Your fears ::: losing the one i love, trusting people too much, not achieving the goals i have set for myself&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect room ::: i dont know...something kind of fung shway--however the hell you spell it.. but you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;What you practically do in a day ::: uhh lay around and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 3 -- What is/are... [x]&lt;br /&gt;Words you overuse ::: "like" "fuck"&lt;br /&gt;Phrases you overuse ::: "wtf"&lt;br /&gt;Your first thought when you wake up ::: what time is it, and what the hell do i have to do today? and do i really have to get out of bed?&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest accomplishment ::: hell if i know? there's a lot of things i guess...?&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to do ::: bungee jump.. mom said i can do it woohoo, get the hell out of here and be very successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 4 -- This or that [x]&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke ::: hmm tough one. i'm really a dr. pepper girl myself.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger Kings ::: mcdonalds i guess? burger kings fries are better though.&lt;br /&gt;either Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera ::: stupid question&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla ::: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike ::: i dont usually wear tennis shoes. lol&lt;br /&gt;Black or white ::: both.. i'm a neutral colors kind of gal.&lt;br /&gt;Bills or Coins ((Think $$$)) ::: bills&lt;br /&gt;Burgers or hot dogs ::: burger if i had to pick.. but neither.&lt;br /&gt;Egypt or France ::: it depends if i'm a romantic kind of mood then france but if i want to see pyramids and that kind of cool shit then definately egypt. i guess i'd have to wake up and see what mood i was in to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Rock or rap ::: rock, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 5 -- Do you...[x]&lt;br /&gt;Smoke ::: :-/&lt;br /&gt;Cuss ::: weeeeeell... all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Sing well ::: hell if i know?&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower ::: alll the time&lt;br /&gt;Talk to yourself --a lot-- ::: ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself ::: sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;Like taking these longass surveys? ::: when i'm bored.. uhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument ::: if the piano counts.. but that's when i was real little.. but hey i can still play colors of the wind ( pocohauntos hell yeah--if that's how you spell it )&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college? ::: yes yes and yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married? ::: yeah if i find a guy i can actually put up with&lt;br /&gt;Want to have children? ::: umm maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak? ::: i go through my stages.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents ::: sometimes.. but not all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your siblings? ::: yeah when he's not being a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're popular ::: i know a lot of people.. but who's to say who's popular and who isn't. i just think highschool is all fucked up with their cliques and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 6 -- In the past month have you..[x]&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of state ::: well yeah&lt;br /&gt;Drank alchohal ::: yes&lt;br /&gt;Smoke ::: :-/&lt;br /&gt;Get high ::: no.&lt;br /&gt;Done any drugs ::: no.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of oreos ::: noooo i wish&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage ::: uhh i don't think so in the past month. doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping ::: no lol&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped ::: NO lol&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair ::: nopeee&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything ::: well, not from a store, but im sure i have a few shirts at my house that arent mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 7 -- Your friends! =D [x]&lt;br /&gt;Craziest ::: all of my friends are crrraaazzzyyy&lt;br /&gt;Loudest ::: me kayla or mil&lt;br /&gt;Most shy ::: manda when she doesn't know someone.&lt;br /&gt;Blondest ::: madison...lol even though she's not blonde she should be. :o)&lt;br /&gt;Smartest ::: who knows i have a lot of bright friends but probably breezy.&lt;br /&gt;Kindest ::: mandey or catherine. but madison is supposively too sweet for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;Best personality ::: oh tough call&lt;br /&gt;Most talented ::: uhhh all my friends have their own talents.. and they are all good at them.&lt;br /&gt;Best singer ::: hell if i know?&lt;br /&gt;Most ghetto ::: none of my friends are ghetto.. but probably fallon with her ghetto butt. that's about the only thing ghetto about any of my friends. haha&lt;br /&gt;Drama Queen ((or King XP)) ::: me or madison.&lt;br /&gt;Pain in the ass ::: all of us have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;The one you just want to strangle to death ((Homer Simpson style))::: oh, i think we ALL have wanted to strangle one of our friends sometime or that other.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest ::: hahaha all of my friends are hilarious. but kayla. when we are together nothing can stop us. (( but then again maybe it's just funny to us? who knows. ))&lt;br /&gt;Best person for advice ::: all my friends give great advice.&lt;br /&gt;Dependable ::: catherine or breezy probably. but all my friends are dependable. isn't that one trait a person should have to be your friend..&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy ::: i dont trust anyone that much. but i tell kayla everything. she she probably wins the prize of most trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Druggie ::: fallon ha just kidding none of my friends do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to end up in jail ::: who knows&lt;br /&gt;Person you've known the longest ::: manda or madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 8 -- The Last... [x]&lt;br /&gt;Last dream ::: i have no idea?&lt;br /&gt;Last nightmare ::: some guy was standing on the side of my bed and was about to stab me then i woke up and ran to my moms room--yeah i'm a baby okay.&lt;br /&gt;Car ride ::: about 3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried ::: tonight&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen ::: startsky and hutch&lt;br /&gt;Last movie rented ::: startsky and hutch&lt;br /&gt;Last book read ::: the killer angels ( give me a break, i have to read it for am. history ap)&lt;br /&gt;Last word said ::: bye&lt;br /&gt;Last curse word said ::: fuck, its always fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laugh ::: hahaha i always laugh&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call ::: dru just called me--drunken phone calls.. gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played ::: greenday i think&lt;br /&gt;Last song you listened to ::: permentatly temporary-- ricky's band. b/c i was sending it to ryan to brag about ricky. :-P&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance ::: id say my brother b/c he rang the doorbell at midnight.. i mean who does that when parents are sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;Last IM ::: andrew mcginty&lt;br /&gt;Last weird encounter ::: lol i always have those&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged ::: joel when i was leaving all the guys tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you yelled at ::: judson probably or mom.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wore a skirt ::: uuhh church sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you've been evil ::: always&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastic? ::: hahaha every word that comes out of my mouth always has a hint of sarcasm in it&lt;br /&gt;Last time you fought with your parents ::: tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you wished upon a star ::: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Played Truth or Dare ::: looong time&lt;br /&gt;Spent quality time alone ::: im alone a lot lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Part 9 -- I swear this is the last one! -- Randomness [x]&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to someone on AIM ::: yes i sure am.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel lonely ::: yes.. sadly, but true.&lt;br /&gt;Ever TP'd someone's house ::: hahahaha. many a times&lt;br /&gt;How about egging someone's house ::: maybe? i don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Do you not like dislike not like me? ::: ..what?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't Eminem and 50 Cent just fine? ::: i'll pass on both. eminem is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Yo Momma ::: says kimberly you have such a smart ass mouth&lt;br /&gt;Ever been so hungry you felt like you could eat the person next to you? ::: hahahah, yes..&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of George Bush? ::: he's not a democrat and kerry is better damnit.&lt;br /&gt;Any secret fetishes? ::: hmm not for you to knowwww&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to wear chains? O_o ::: uhhh WTF?&lt;br /&gt;How many languages do you speak? ::: 2&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. are your fingers tired? Cause mine sure are! ::: not really.&lt;br /&gt;Glad this is over? ((Say yes and I'll stalk you =P)) ::: no lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109160322036428362?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109160322036428362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109160322036428362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109160322036428362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109160322036428362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/woohoo-fun-little-survey.html' title='woohoo fun little survey'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109134814292333484</id><published>2004-08-01T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T01:15:42.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused..</title><content type='html'>i hate being confused. it's the worst state of mind one can have.. well that's my opinion. i mean who wants to sit there and not know what to do about EVERYTHING. i'm at one of those points in my life to where i don't know what i like and what i want. i mean i know what i want in my future but i don't know what i want now. make any sense? probably not.. b/c yeah it's me. why can't everything just fall into place like i want it? i mean why does life have to be so damn complicated and you never get what you want.. it's just so unfair. BLAH.. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways tonight i went to the marshland festival with manda and  fallon and it was pretty fun.. a bunch of cowboys and hicks that stared me down. listen to this shit.. me manda and fal walked past this group of guys and this one guy was like 1 pussy 2 pussy 3 pussy.. i was like you are freaking disgusting dude. i mean honestly who freaking does that? well then we went to ross's little camp out thing to just hang out.. and i reunited with my best friend who's freaking awesome ( scotttttt ) we haven't talked in a while so it was quite nice. and i got to see a lot of old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and fal hauled ass through wal-mart to get poker chips for my mom and we had to be home at 1230 for fal to call her mom b/c her mom said she couldn't go to walmart that late at night.. ha it was hilarious. and these guys were like dude what are yall on? and i was like i'm in a hurry and i asked them where the poker chips were and they were like well i know where the lay chips are.. i was like bitch i'm not high i don't have the munchies. god. people these days!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have insomnia AGAIN. i like can't sleep or something.. i used to sleep ALLLL the time. well not anymore.. something is wrong with me. BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going do something else. i've said all i want to say. :o)&lt;br /&gt;lattttterrrr.&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/7719369-109134814292333484?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109134814292333484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109134814292333484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109134814292333484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109134814292333484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/08/confused.html' title='confused..'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109125172638362644</id><published>2004-07-31T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T22:37:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>today was such a lonnnggg day. i didn't get to bed till very late listening to my little brother and his friend being the typical drunks. then i had to get up kind of early to go none other than SCHOOL SUPPLY SHOPPING! dude that's like my favorite preparing for school task ever. you get all kinds of new things and it's just awesome. i got this really sweet organizer--yeah it's badass. so now i'm going to be a very organized kid this school year.. well i always am. but now i don't have to write everything in those shitty school planners. and just got a bunch of other neat and fun things from the local office depot. breezy accompanied me and she got a bunch of cool stuff too. we just had a ball. oh yeah and bree locked her car with the keys in the ignition AGAIN. this is the 2nd time she's done it while being around me. so the office depot guy had to help us.. then this other guy was like i got this.. and he did it in like 2 mins. we were like i mean shit have you had some practice. i mean gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was about the funnest part of my day.. other than that is was pretty shitty. i almost got in about 3 wrecks or something like that. and there was soo many people at the gas station so it took forever to finally get a spot to pump gas and when i finally do i get out and my door slams into those shitty red poles that are always around the gas pumps... so i go to another pump that gets free ( i didn't have room to get out at the other one ) and this car is in front of me and isn't pulled up very far and i get out and the gas pumper thing doesn't reach... and this person isn't even pumping gas they are inside the store so finally the bitch moves and i get to pump my gas. then the ryan st. traffic just doesn't put you in a very good mood. (( not to mention carla cancels the trip to galveston tomorrow b/c of judsons dumb ass caught drinking last night.. yeah nothing gets past my mom.. )) so i finally get home and mom wants to cry when she looks at the reciet from office depot.. so i have to go return a few things that she said she could get free from her work and there was no sense in me buying them. so i get bitched out.. and now i have to go BACK to office depot and return some stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to books-a-million and of course they don't have the book i have to read for AP Am. history so i have to go to the mall and see if walden books has it.. yay they had one left and i bought the bitch.. b/c yeah it's pretty big and i have to read it! fyi i finished my last english book! woohoo.. (( kim pats herself on the back)). now i just have to finish the 3 papers i have left for that class.. then read the killer angels ( am. hist. ) and write the paper on that. yay i'm almost done... uhh kind of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i didn't do much.. hunter called and asked if i wanted to go hang out at ramseys.. so i went. and i won 5 times in a row at pool!!! woohoo i'm the champion. well i mean the only reason i won is b/c they either scratched when hitting the 8 ball in or hitting the 8 ball in too early.. but hey winning is winning no matter how you won :o) so yeah i'm saying that i'm the champ at pool even though i'm not that good!! lol so i was pretty freaking excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i found out i have to get my wisdom teeth out not this coming monday but the next ( aug. 9 ) :-/ yeah my cheeks are already HUGE now they are going to be soo abnormal.. yikes! so i'm going to be drugged up for like 4 days.. so that puts 4 days off my working schedule for the summer assignments.. so i'm having to make up for that by cramming more in a day then i normally would.. being the procrastinator i am. oh yeah and not to mention mandey told me the reason harrahs hasn't called me yet is b/c the next interview isn't till not this tues but next.. so uhh yeah i have to go interview drugged up b/c the next one isn't till next month ( sept ) and i definately need a job before then. the people are going to be like holy shit this girl's cheeks are huge. but hey maybe i'll get bonus points for going after having surgery-- thinking i'm a determined girl or something. ;-) but that's if i'm not in bed passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed time.. i have to wake up and go work out ( yeah dude i'm going work out.. it's a freaking miracle or something. ) and plus i have soo much shit to do tomorrow so i need to get an early start ;-) ( that's another miracle.. kim getting up before noon or 1pm! ) make a document of this shit. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109125172638362644?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109125172638362644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109125172638362644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109125172638362644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109125172638362644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/word.html' title='word.'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109103727367941023</id><published>2004-07-28T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T10:56:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey hey! i'm freaking up and running early today.. kayla woke my ass up this morning to go make deliveries with her because we stayed at cousin jamie's last night. :o) we always have fun fun times on those.. we're just stupid together. i think everyone needs one of those friends who you can just act the fool with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;annyyywwhoo! i completed one essay..! yay!&amp;nbsp;i went to zacs and we hung out and wrote our essays. thanks zac you're the best :-) 1 down 4 to go... AHHH! i'm going to crack down this week and weekend though... so watch out ;-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dude school is sooner than i thought.. but i'm totally excited for junoir year.. i think it's going to be GREAT! it will be freaking awesome if all our junoir girls could get along instead of being split up into 2 groups which is freaking retarded. and it's not cool when people talk about you for doing something and then they turn around and do it. damn hypocrites. (( dude i totally just had teretts just now.. b/c that anger just came out)) i just want everyone to get along and hang out with everyone and stop being selfish. that's just what i think. :-D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'm going to visit kevin carter in lafayette tomorrow woohoo! he's my buddy.. i haven't hung out with him in forever and i'm excited. and we&amp;nbsp;might go hang out with my friend christi from there.. she's cool as shit. and i haven't seen her in AGES! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nap time... later.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/7719369-109103727367941023?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109103727367941023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109103727367941023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109103727367941023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109103727367941023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109086801779654125</id><published>2004-07-26T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:53:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blahhhhh</title><content type='html'>i think i'm sick.. which is totally not cool. i'm all congested and my nose is stopped up and i sound like i'm crying when i talk to people on the phone haha. IT SUCKS. i lay in bed all day because i feel like complete shitttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the paper: i'm moving along.. slowly but surely. :-/ oh and i'm almost done reading a lesson before dying. i must say, it is way better than the great gatsby. that was probably the most awful book i've EVER read. --no offense if you enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to lafayette yesterday with the family ( yes i know, shoot me ) but i needed to get clothes.. brennan ( my 12 yr. old step brother ) annoyed me the whole way up there and i wanted to wreck the car on his side just to shut his ass up. :-) ( i'm evil, yes i know ). then my mom was in a bitchy mood b/c brennan was getting on her last nerve so she only wanted to get stuff i can wear to school.. ( so yes, another reason why i wanted to beat his ass ). so much for the great shopping trip i was planning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i watched cruel intentions 3 and it was a good movie.. ( if you like twisted, fucked up, sex movies. ) but it turned out to be pretty good. kayla said it was good so i rented it b/c there isn't shit to rent at blockbuster ( either one ) and i'm just getting very upset with them lately.&amp;nbsp;b/c yes i go there almost every night because all i do is sit at home. :-) i'm just such a party animal.. can't you tell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well seeing that i really have nothing else to talk about since my life is so damn boring. i'm leaving to go to kaylas. laterrr &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/7719369-109086801779654125?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109086801779654125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109086801779654125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109086801779654125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109086801779654125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/blahhhhh.html' title='blahhhhh'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109072073192107859</id><published>2004-07-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:05:33.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the list </title><content type='html'>**bold ever thing that applies** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Two words: M.C. Hammer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. You played the game "MASH"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;18. L.A. Gear &lt;br /&gt;19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. You wanted to be a Goonie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. You ever wore flourescent clothing.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence. every once and a while!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band. &lt;br /&gt;31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip 'n' Slide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. You have ever played with a Skip-It. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "totally awesome."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. You remember Popples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. "Don't worry, be happy." ...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. You wore socks scrunched down. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. "Miss MARY MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK" "With silver BUTTONS, BUTTONS, BUTTONS all down her BACK, BACK, BACK!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies. (scary) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. You remember watching Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac. And his penchant for snacking on cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell," the ORIGINAL class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. You knew all the words to Bon Jovi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. You played and or collected "Pogs". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i got this kick ass list from nattteee! ( who i'm totally going to miss veryyy much whenever he leaves to go to LSU but i wish him the best of luck.. he's going to do awesome!! but i don't think baton rouge is ready for the nathan dronette.. b/c you are such a GREAT guy. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite&amp;nbsp;hilarious to go through this and actually remember what point in time you were at when you did that certain thing.. it's just a walk down childhood lane.&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;fun ;-)&amp;nbsp; &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/7719369-109072073192107859?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109072073192107859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109072073192107859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109072073192107859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109072073192107859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/list.html' title='the list '/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109071868045749098</id><published>2004-07-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:24:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shooting the shit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so yeah i'm just sitting at home on a friday night.. i'm thinking that i'm not going to do anything so i make a trip to the local blockbuster and rent some movies. get this shit-- i ask the girl that works there ( who's carrying a huge ass stack of movies ) if they had any confessions of a teenage drama queen ( i'm a total loser.. i know i know ) and she's all no.. so i pick 2 other movies and i'm at the counter and this&amp;nbsp;old guy&amp;nbsp;with his like 5 year old daughter is in front of me and askes if they have it.. and the same girl goes yeah we just got one. okay bitch.. why wouldn't you tell me knowing that i had already asked for it? and i totally wanted to be like dude you daughter won't even understand the movie seeing that she is like 2 or something. ( okay 5 but still ) and what the hell would he get out of the movie? uhh nothing. that's what i thought. isn't that freaking ridiculous.. something to totally ruin your night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah i'm sitting at home watching one of the movies i rented and breezy is all like do you want to go hang out with ramsey and hunter with me... yeah sure. i didn't have anything else to do and it would be fun to just actually hang out and shoot the shit then go to a party ( which is definately getting old&amp;nbsp;) so she comes to get me.. and we go to the sulphur blockbuster to see if they have confessions of a teenage drama queen ( yes once more i'm&amp;nbsp;a LOSER ) so we walk in and the guys that work there were like heyyyy and we both were all like hi and they just started busting out laughing and we were like what? but then we realized how that hi was totally nsync and sounded as though we rehearsed it or something. they dont have it so we move our business to hollywood ( on the way to hollywood.. these 2 40 year old grungy guys honk and are like waving at me and breezy--which personally made me want to vomit) well hollywood didn't have it either so we gave up on our quest and just went to ramseys. we take a journey on the motorcycles which was a lot of fun ( i've never been on one before ) that's something i definately want to do again. i rode first with ramsey and he probably thinks i'm the weirdest kid on the planet b/c i had that starbuck double shot commercial stuck in my head.. which is the rocky theme song.. but it's all like ROY, ROY ROY ROY and then they said i look like the person off space balls b/c i had on the helmet and they said it's a tiny body with a huge ass helmet or something... i haven't seen that movie in like 6 years so i had no idea what they were talking about... :-/&amp;nbsp; then i rode with hunter and we went 100.. and i was all saying pussy go faster and stuff and he was just busting out laughing. then we were all hanging out at ramseys and ramsey beat my ass in pool then it was time to go home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i spent the night at breezys and we were all playing with little ricky ( her dog ) which is a total bitch and doesn't ever play with me it just barks at me. but he was being a sweetheart and hanging out with us. ooh but he passed gas in breezys face and it was freaking hilarious and we were rolling on the ground laughing. then we went on an adventure to walmart at like 3:30am.. to get hot oil treatments for our hair--we are such females, i know. actually breezy is.. she talked me into it. we went back to her house and she did her hot oil treatment but i passed and i just read a magazine then went to bed. what a crazy night. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109071868045749098?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109071868045749098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109071868045749098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109071868045749098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109071868045749098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/shooting-shit.html' title='shooting the shit...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109056051868589287</id><published>2004-07-23T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T18:25:45.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have you ever felt like everyone is out to get you and is trying to ruin your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happiness? well that's how i feel right now. i mean honestly... no1 even noticed me whenever i was the unhappy kid. okay dude if i want to do something.. i mean shit let me do it. who cares if he is your best friends ex boyfriend... he's my ex boyfriend too. and that is no reason to not like me&amp;nbsp;or not let me&amp;nbsp;hang out with him. shit. &lt;/span&gt;okay... i'm through bitching. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but really i just want everyone to mind their own business... and just not care about what others are doing and just worry about themselves. the world would be so much better that way. and really.. you know what bothers me the most.. when people talk down to me. but then again who likes it. age doesn't matter one bit and people need to realize that.. we are ALL EQUAL. but most ignorant people do not realize that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i think it's hilarious because everyone thinks they understand me when they really don't. so i think you all should just give up.. you are wasting your time. i'm thinking i want to go live with my friend collin for the remainder of the summer just to get away from this place... dude that would be freaking awesome. i love collin and his family and i would love to stay with them for the rest of the summer.. and learn to surf--uhh hell yes. i'm just hoping carla jo will say yes... hm i don't know what she will say though. :-/ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i need to go back to writing my god damn paper.. doesn't it suck. later.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/7719369-109056051868589287?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109056051868589287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109056051868589287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109056051868589287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109056051868589287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/some-people.html' title='some people...'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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-7719369.post-109055008518490912</id><published>2004-07-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:34:45.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post! woohoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey everyone! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah my name is Kim.. uhh i don't know what else to say about myself. there's this little problem i have.. which i noticed today. i've always noticed it.. but it's never been quite this bad. procrastination... uh. i seem to do everything for everyone else.. but yet do nothing for myself whenever i have things that need to be completed. i guess i enjoy doing things for others.. but nothing for myself :-/. this has to be a serious problem. i have 3 novels to read and 5 papers to write that are due on the first day of school. eww i know. let's recap on how much kim has finished... 1/2 a paper, 1 book, and half another book. school is not too far away.. so basically i'm screwed unless i get whatever is stuck out my ass out. my cat is being a total nuisance... i'm about to beat her ass. please hold.&amp;nbsp;that ho was rubbing all over me!! did i mention i'm like deathly allergic to cats? oh but yes.. i am. and we have one... isn't that odd? it might just be me. by the way dude lake charles is HORRIBLE.. please someone kidnap me and take me away from here. me and my friend paul were discussing today that i totally do not belong here... and he imagines i'm going to move far away when i get out of high school.. and man is he right? hell yes he is. school is going to be totally weird whenever it starts... i'm glad our senoirs are gone though--well some of them. i still miss the guys that graduated 2 years ago.. how pathetic? my whole group of friends can definately agree on that one. but being a junoir.. weird shit. but graduated in 2 years... i can't wait. and i'm hoping those 2 years go by fast. i'm ready for college ho! oh god my brother just bribed me into bringing him halfway to jennings tomorrow.. dang it. like i don't have anything else better to do. i went to apply at harrahs today :o) i'm excited.. i'm going for an interview either tomorrow or the next day. mandey and april work there! YAY! good times.. good times. and if i get the job i'll work under either mandeys uncle or mom. 2 cool ass people. i just need some money.. carla jo is boycotting the money. no good. i'm going to go attempt to write my paper. :-/ later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7719369-109055008518490912?l=kimberlypaige.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/feeds/109055008518490912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7719369&amp;postID=109055008518490912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109055008518490912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7719369/posts/default/109055008518490912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimberlypaige.blogspot.com/2004/07/1st-post-woohoo.html' title='1st post! woohoo'/><author><name>Kimberly Paige</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274241701474047515</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>
