<?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-3260500351888409516</id><updated>2011-10-17T15:32:27.237-07:00</updated><category term='Just The Begining.'/><title type='text'>You're In My World Now!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-8649248314725191731</id><published>2011-03-16T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:01:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Long time no hear. &lt;br /&gt;an update:&lt;br /&gt;for those of you that didn't hear i'm landed myself a job! i work in the same line as my mom as a librarian. Surprised? neither am i. but hey it pays well. I enjoy the idea of the work i mean its easy and stuff but the people i work with aren't all of the greatest. my supervisor is awesome my boss man dude is awesome. of course where ever we go in life there's drama and that includes my job. something about he said she said a year or two ago. i just ignore it all and stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;A week from today is orchestra tour!!! I'm seriously needing some of this vacation lovin. I'm so busy constantly with school or work or something else. So i'm super excited to lay back and play some music.&lt;br /&gt;G-bear's birthday was a few days ago. the lucky guy got more games. I guess my present was just lame--XD.&lt;br /&gt;so yes life is going and going and hardly pausing for me to catch my breath. now i gotta run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-8649248314725191731?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8649248314725191731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=8649248314725191731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/8649248314725191731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/8649248314725191731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7255735479339877767</id><published>2010-12-03T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:01:37.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case anyone is interested the holiday concert for Syracuse is Wed. the 15 of dec. There's two concert times so i'll let you know on that. it'll have the whole music department too so if you want to know when just the orchestra is playing i'll give you the information! it should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7255735479339877767?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7255735479339877767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=7255735479339877767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7255735479339877767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7255735479339877767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-case-anyone-is-interested-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7753289754798862480</id><published>2010-05-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:46:34.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing up for a cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXrJX_eRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s2eNlzWvApw/s1600/protest4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXrJX_eRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s2eNlzWvApw/s320/protest4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468662615041341714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at 10:00 am nearly 800 of my classmates left their classes armed with markers, posters, and their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-ST6Xr5InI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PVnS2N4dtpM/s1600/protest1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-ST6Xr5InI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PVnS2N4dtpM/s320/protest1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468658478534435442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-ST6He5beI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IkXPrtXlvD0/s1600/protest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-ST6He5beI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IkXPrtXlvD0/s320/protest.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468658474184961506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been planning this walkout for almost a week and we're glad it really happened. Schools all over the district were encouraged to participate but only our school, the great Syracuse Titans, had the courage to go on. &lt;br /&gt;We were threatened with truencies early in the morning from our principle but it didn't hinder us. WE had to be the voices of our teachers. Our teachers who were threatened if they stepped outside then they would be fired as well.&lt;br /&gt;We did this because 10 or more of our teachers are being fired because of an almost 31 million dollar budget cuts to our education. &lt;br /&gt;everytime we elect a president they promise to protect our education. What about now? with class sizes soon to be over 40 kids we will no longer be individuals but just simple numbers.&lt;br /&gt;two of our programs are being cut, Auto 3 and auto 4 plus most of our budgets for drama, art and orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXsKFKnKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vrRRUWL2Qqo/s1600/protest6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXsKFKnKI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vrRRUWL2Qqo/s320/protest6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468662632410684578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXrhKbk_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ReYyK0S8Pn8/s1600/protest5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXrhKbk_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ReYyK0S8Pn8/s320/protest5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468662621426914290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what? a new football field for Davis High. For the huge salary our principle makes. We have amazing facilities that will never be used now because of the cuts. A nice auto facility that cannot be used for Auto 1 will pack up dust.&lt;br /&gt;What really made me feel amazing was the fact that we had so many people. Parents came by honking horns to show their support. News cameras and photographers for the newspaper showed to document our thoughts and make our voices heard.&lt;br /&gt;We had to stand up for our teachers because no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;We will not stand to have some of the greatest teachers left in the dust&lt;br /&gt;no teacher left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXq7CfyZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MUFAf_itGJc/s1600/protest3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXq7CfyZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MUFAf_itGJc/s320/protest3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468662611193088402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXqjj0kDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A23mZixz838/s1600/protest2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXqjj0kDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/A23mZixz838/s320/protest2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468662604890411058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures used from ksl.com deseretnews.com saltlaketribune.com and fox13news)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7753289754798862480?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7753289754798862480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=7753289754798862480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7753289754798862480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7753289754798862480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/standing-up-for-cause.html' title='Standing up for a cause'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S-SXrJX_eRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s2eNlzWvApw/s72-c/protest4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6209211438252569901</id><published>2010-04-12T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:10:37.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolz my hamster turned white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6209211438252569901?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6209211438252569901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6209211438252569901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6209211438252569901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6209211438252569901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/lolz-my-hamster-turned-white.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4183946052816452049</id><published>2010-03-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:32:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rancho Cucamonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QXibK2rHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7yjuT0XaHsM/s1600/Picture+or+Video+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QXibK2rHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7yjuT0XaHsM/s320/Picture+or+Video+186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455010928828787826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Boogy-boarding Ben, where're ya from?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rancho Cucamonga."&lt;br /&gt;"Rancho Cucamonga!...I have no idea where that is.&lt;br /&gt;Rancho Cucamonga, Rancho Cucamonga. It's kinda fun to say though!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi yall! Just got back from the magical world of Disney.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Disneyland for my orchestra tour last week with the whole music department. We all had a lot of fun and learned a lot. We went to colleges for clinics with the pro's who helped us out a lot with our music.&lt;br /&gt;But first we started with the bus ride. A long long bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my seat partner. She was the most annoying girl ever. She can irritate even the nicest people i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QYwXXEESI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZEONxv-CVFU/s1600/Picture+or+Video+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QYwXXEESI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZEONxv-CVFU/s320/Picture+or+Video+159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455012267836051746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the dude in front of me. He's also my stand partner in the orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QZs_qMT7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AlPZuGnVebM/s1600/Picture+or+Video+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QZs_qMT7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/AlPZuGnVebM/s320/Picture+or+Video+162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013309445853106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QaSPBAajI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uNeGUkrnNEw/s1600/Picture+or+Video+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QaSPBAajI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uNeGUkrnNEw/s320/Picture+or+Video+163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455013949223234098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these were the dudes behind me. They also became my entourage and attached themselves to me throughout the trip. The red head was super annoying and acted like a five year old. ugh he even claimed i was the girl of his dreams; five minutes later he was asking what my name was again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qb6h1PX5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/xfit0NPVIlM/s1600/Picture+or+Video+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qb6h1PX5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/xfit0NPVIlM/s320/Picture+or+Video+169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455015740980551570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qb6LDAHfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DXX5YprSAOU/s1600/Picture+or+Video+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qb6LDAHfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DXX5YprSAOU/s320/Picture+or+Video+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455015734864256498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was kinda scary cause our driver fell asleep once or twice. We hit the rumble strip a lot throughout. Once, when i woke up we were being led by a semi. He was forcing the bus driver to stay awake and slow down. Thank you truck driver for saving us!&lt;br /&gt;We hit McDonalds for some breakfast. poor workers didn't know what hit them. Then we hit Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was the Hollywood bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdK15s2aI/AAAAAAAAAII/qEsfvv2fyLs/s1600/Picture+or+Video+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdK15s2aI/AAAAAAAAAII/qEsfvv2fyLs/s320/Picture+or+Video+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017120757504418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdKUr3BZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H102tm0nmBM/s1600/Picture+or+Video+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdKUr3BZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/H102tm0nmBM/s320/Picture+or+Video+166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017111841080722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdJ3_GjqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVfvULwJiEA/s1600/Picture+or+Video+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QdJ3_GjqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/VVfvULwJiEA/s320/Picture+or+Video+165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455017104137162402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit the boulevard. I tried to find the beatles but i didn't have time to really look for it. plus i didn't really know where their stars were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we hit the Huntington beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe1QTJZeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-vZSA4vSyFU/s1600/Picture+or+Video+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe1QTJZeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-vZSA4vSyFU/s320/Picture+or+Video+177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455018948909688290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe06i5EAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sD3cirpkvEQ/s1600/Picture+or+Video+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe06i5EAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sD3cirpkvEQ/s320/Picture+or+Video+180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455018943070146562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe0ewfFbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FPBt_6WR9D8/s1600/Picture+or+Video+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qe0ewfFbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FPBt_6WR9D8/s320/Picture+or+Video+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455018935610971570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dinner we went to medieval times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QipHYKSSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XdGazkHEE3g/s1600/Picture+or+Video+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QipHYKSSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XdGazkHEE3g/s320/Picture+or+Video+175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023138402879778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QioeEomFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/w1GnlUjyB3o/s1600/Picture+or+Video+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QioeEomFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/w1GnlUjyB3o/s320/Picture+or+Video+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023127315126354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qin0r74OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RNen1UNQt7E/s1600/Picture+or+Video+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qin0r74OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RNen1UNQt7E/s320/Picture+or+Video+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455023116205678818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a flower!! lol since i was surrounded by guys i knew that our lovely blue knight threw it right to me! Of coursed i squealed like a crazed fan girl. I was very protective of my flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the day we were all waiting for. DISNEYLAND!!! *crazy scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qlj9HI_lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F_vdcC-VZz0/s1600/Picture+or+Video+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qlj9HI_lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F_vdcC-VZz0/s320/Picture+or+Video+191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455026348282674770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QljBhbL3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A752t575etU/s1600/Picture+or+Video+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QljBhbL3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/A752t575etU/s320/Picture+or+Video+190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455026332286791538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qlij54OzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LtCxwPdx64E/s1600/Picture+or+Video+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qlij54OzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LtCxwPdx64E/s320/Picture+or+Video+187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455026324336294706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QliGPQ1qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jNVDTMqIljw/s1600/Picture+or+Video+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QliGPQ1qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jNVDTMqIljw/s320/Picture+or+Video+183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455026316372924066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QlhlwUz0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vCSTEP6DDsI/s1600/Picture+or+Video+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QlhlwUz0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/vCSTEP6DDsI/s320/Picture+or+Video+182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455026307653226306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had drained the big lake for repairs, I think they might also add some princess and the frog stuff too. So I didn't get to see the boats or tom sayer island or anything like that. Kinda depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qnrfb9NPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9XCWvGDu-5A/s1600/Picture+or+Video+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qnrfb9NPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9XCWvGDu-5A/s320/Picture+or+Video+196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028676779128050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qnq0_Ju_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/G9HLUZ16DKE/s1600/Picture+or+Video+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qnq0_Ju_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/G9HLUZ16DKE/s320/Picture+or+Video+195.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028665384025074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnqYJtEMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wuywaqwL2l0/s1600/Picture+or+Video+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnqYJtEMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wuywaqwL2l0/s320/Picture+or+Video+194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028657643655362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnpyPZ1HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SBRvwoF-Cgc/s1600/Picture+or+Video+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnpyPZ1HI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SBRvwoF-Cgc/s320/Picture+or+Video+193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028647467013234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnpS1MWUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-kI29I95Jko/s1600/Picture+or+Video+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QnpS1MWUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-kI29I95Jko/s320/Picture+or+Video+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455028639035578690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QplZ4dqbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NO6lrkQPv0o/s1600/Picture+or+Video+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QplZ4dqbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NO6lrkQPv0o/s320/Picture+or+Video+216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455030771232123314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpk1UvKzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I2Ler0WGuOc/s1600/Picture+or+Video+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpk1UvKzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I2Ler0WGuOc/s320/Picture+or+Video+215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455030761418599218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpjzw2eRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RBysRH5bt94/s1600/Picture+or+Video+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpjzw2eRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RBysRH5bt94/s320/Picture+or+Video+200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455030743819778322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QpjiG45nI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nWfncMc5Lvw/s1600/Picture+or+Video+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QpjiG45nI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nWfncMc5Lvw/s320/Picture+or+Video+199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455030739080373874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpizyk0jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XuDz-TVOVkk/s1600/Picture+or+Video+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qpizyk0jI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XuDz-TVOVkk/s320/Picture+or+Video+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455030726647140914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrEKqw0UI/AAAAAAAAALY/TzYIVGkz0YE/s1600/Picture+or+Video+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrEKqw0UI/AAAAAAAAALY/TzYIVGkz0YE/s320/Picture+or+Video+223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032399235699010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrDoU4mhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nBmeB3hdFe0/s1600/Picture+or+Video+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrDoU4mhI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nBmeB3hdFe0/s320/Picture+or+Video+221.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032390017128978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrDKk1MbI/AAAAAAAAALI/2JsUj_D5J78/s1600/Picture+or+Video+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrDKk1MbI/AAAAAAAAALI/2JsUj_D5J78/s320/Picture+or+Video+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032382030950834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrCp-zXBI/AAAAAAAAALA/yyqqf-xegRM/s1600/Picture+or+Video+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrCp-zXBI/AAAAAAAAALA/yyqqf-xegRM/s320/Picture+or+Video+218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032373281512466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrCLsh7OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/G3UHEbnDT3A/s1600/Picture+or+Video+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QrCLsh7OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/G3UHEbnDT3A/s320/Picture+or+Video+217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455032365151808738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs9v2Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tecVDtzan_0/s1600/Picture+or+Video+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs9v2Z-qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tecVDtzan_0/s320/Picture+or+Video+235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455034487980817058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs9N71FMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gF3YZQGCS8k/s1600/Picture+or+Video+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs9N71FMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gF3YZQGCS8k/s320/Picture+or+Video+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455034478876759234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs8ssGb7I/AAAAAAAAALw/emr73an2wcI/s1600/Picture+or+Video+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs8ssGb7I/AAAAAAAAALw/emr73an2wcI/s320/Picture+or+Video+236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455034469952417714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs7zN02tI/AAAAAAAAALo/izD-G62lQKo/s1600/Picture+or+Video+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs7zN02tI/AAAAAAAAALo/izD-G62lQKo/s320/Picture+or+Video+240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455034454524615378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs7dCQYZI/AAAAAAAAALg/7gXSgdmMFuI/s1600/Picture+or+Video+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7Qs7dCQYZI/AAAAAAAAALg/7gXSgdmMFuI/s320/Picture+or+Video+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455034448570507666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun and rode a lot more rides. Even pirates and Indiana jones and haunted mansion!&lt;br /&gt;We didn't see any princesses except for tiana who was performing throughout the day. I was lucky to get any pictures at all. The first day of disney i was stuck with the guys but then i was finally able to get free of them and hang out with all my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;(ok i admit i did kinda like the attention the guys gave me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing we did was the Talk Live With Crush. It was amazing. The conversation above is from that. You basically sit down and talk to Crush from Finding Nemo. My friend talked with him and it was so funny. I definately will see that again. But compaired to my first time i really improved the amount of rides i did. especially considering that I hate most rides i think i did really well. Ha! take that family! i'm getting better! And then the bus ride home. This one was shorter cause all of us were dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teachers actually got in a big fight at the end of the trip. The band teacher wanted us to get to the park at 7:30 but this was also the day we were leaving so we had to be packed for the ride home straight after disneyland. We were functioning on less than 5 hours of sleep and no one could eat breakfast because they were all packing. My amazing orchestra teacher really didn't like the idea of us not eating and little sleep and she also knew that most of us would skip lunch in the park. She wanted us to be able to eat breakfast. So she argued with the band teacher and we got a little more time. So we were told to load the bus at 8:30. After breakfast which i finished at around 8 i go back to the room to catch a few more Z's. I'm with my other roommates discussing the arguements from our teachers and the confusion going on that morning when we hear the choir teacher yell at some girls telling them that we were leaving as soon as the buses were loaded. This made us angry. Nobody was telling us anything and we were tired and frustrated. so we gave up and just packed our stuff onto the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i'm at home but guess what happens!! I get sick. and not just sore throat from screaming and jet lag. But like aches and headache and puking all night sick. Great fun. This means that aside from all the make-up work i had from the trip i also have all the work from the day of school i missed. Maybe it's all the stress and lack of sleep that killed my immune system. I wouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i'll survive until spring break next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4183946052816452049?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4183946052816452049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4183946052816452049&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4183946052816452049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4183946052816452049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/rancho-cucamonga.html' title='Rancho Cucamonga'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S7QXibK2rHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7yjuT0XaHsM/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1784853893212235435</id><published>2010-03-21T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:02:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>You know those weeks where you feel like you're a chicken without it's head? I welcome you to my world.&lt;br /&gt;School has been so crazy lately. It's the end of the term so this should come as no surprise but track has also started which means:&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting home a lot later&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired&lt;br /&gt;there's no time after to get a lot of stuff done&lt;br /&gt;So now i've started to scramble to get things done and i'm starting to feel like i'm in a noose. &lt;br /&gt;But then relief!! my amazing cousin and i finally got out on the slopes. And it was a lot of fun. I can't wait to go again!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a lot better at snowboarding now. I can finally not freak out when i go straight.&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned to blow on my gum wrappers. (thanks R!)&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of cousin's friends and i had a lot of fun despite the fact they were a lot older than me. It just shows that i'm more social than i thought. I thought cousin's guy friend (wink wink) was really nice and super helpful. I really liked him.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all i really really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just not the soreness after! or the bruises that all my friends happened to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some news!!&lt;br /&gt;I've chopped off my hair!&lt;br /&gt;We went on saturday for madison and i asked if i could get mine cut too. I sat down and the kind woman asked if i wanted to donate. Here was my chance!! a change was finally happening! 12 inches chopped off. and it's still pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S6brD7BG8qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fMqurapOhso/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S6brD7BG8qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fMqurapOhso/s320/Picture+or+Video+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451302851593040546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S6brDr5pr5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/K66iY1kgT_E/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S6brDr5pr5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/K66iY1kgT_E/s320/Picture+or+Video+157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451302847535230866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now another week starts. But i won't be in school!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in nice and sunny and warm California playing my instrument among the pros!! We're going on tour to Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving tuesday and i'm soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1784853893212235435?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1784853893212235435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1784853893212235435&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1784853893212235435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1784853893212235435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/S6brD7BG8qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fMqurapOhso/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-3433937190399302241</id><published>2010-02-26T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:49:50.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where has the internet gone?</title><content type='html'>So everyday when i come one of the first things i do is check my email. Mostly empty most of the time. Sometimes when i write a story i'll put it on a website and get reviews from people that make me bubbly with joy. But most of the time there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Once every so often i'll sign in on msn messenger and recieve messages that are weeks old. &lt;br /&gt;But everyday i read. Once email is done i type in the magic letters that bring me to two magic websites with magic books. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately they only update once a month.&lt;br /&gt;yippee.&lt;br /&gt;Now i do not surf youtube or google for interesting things. I don't go on game websites to play online. I'm am not explorative to amazon or ebay. I just simply read.&lt;br /&gt;and it works. most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;Why in the whole world wide web can i not find entertainment? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boredom sets in.&lt;br /&gt;which means i should run. but i never do because i make up an excuse for myself that i never follow through with. like for example, homework.&lt;br /&gt;My creative writing teacher believes this is an honors class and can write amazing things in ten minutes, come up with 26 alliterations and an illustrated picture of them, and read. &lt;br /&gt;Now a multitasker master i may be but this pushes things. a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means i should run. but not today. because today i have to: practice cello, catch up in math, email that teacher about that assignment she lost last week, illustrate a book, research building and make observations and then draw one, answer frantic text messages from my depressing friend, and finish the book that my sister wants to read, and maybe go to hot topic to listen to the amazing music of kerli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad track starts monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-3433937190399302241?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3433937190399302241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=3433937190399302241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3433937190399302241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3433937190399302241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-where-has-internet-gone.html' title='Oh where has the internet gone?'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-865894820854021025</id><published>2010-02-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:15:17.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You weren't as bad as i thought you would be!</title><content type='html'>So i did my solo today but before all that happened some other thing happened that put me in a shoddy mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     As i was parking at school some guy decided to show off to a girl and get into the parking place next to mine. he came within less than an inch of hitting my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     We had to do a group project in science and no one in my group did anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     the said project had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; instructions what so ever. just words we had to include and it had to be like Mendel's experiments. (the monk with the peas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     My friend got her tonsils out a few days ago so i have no one to sit next to during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     My A string on my cello unraveled. It is not my fault just poor craftsmanship of the string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     My A dot on my cello fell off so i could not just play the A string notes on my D string (in emergency cases that's what you're supposed to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;     i had gym. which normally isn't that big of a deal. however, we did a lot of arm exercises and it made my arms dead for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was freaking out a little and high strung and angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucked a bit, Syd says i was sharp and i agree. But there was a kid before me that was even more nervous and messed up more.(i told him we all loved him anyway and it wasn't a big deal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got up there and started playing my friends cheered me on and a friend told an old joke to get me to laugh and relax. I just started playing and it really helped. I practiced this song a lot (almost everyday) and i knew it pretty well. All my friends were great and they totally supported me. I'm really happy I'm in the orchestra with such amazing people. I really love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least until Courtney came up and said "you weren't as bad as i thought you'd be!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in which i replied "i don't know whether to be pissed about that or not." (we laughed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all that's left is the after school performance with a judge. That is not until the 17th though so i can practice a little more. (it's in the orchestra room i think if anyone wants to come. 4:45 on Wednesday at my school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about playing at my family gatherings over the weekend to help with my nerves. the only problem is last time i did that my cousin messed my cello up. You can imagine my happiness about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't bad but it wasn't all that great either. finally i can breathe, at least till Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-865894820854021025?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/865894820854021025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=865894820854021025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/865894820854021025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/865894820854021025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-werent-as-bad-as-i-thought-you_11.html' title='You weren&apos;t as bad as i thought you would be!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2399333680836461857</id><published>2010-02-09T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:04:48.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be happy!</title><content type='html'>Hey long time since i've updated right? yeah i've been pretty busy. with school and all.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which guess what we did today!&lt;br /&gt;the mile run! yippee!&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot that we were gonna do it today so i freaked out when my friend told me. mostly cause i was already worried about my solo in orchestra today too.&lt;br /&gt;When i went to bed the night before i watched Kerli. she's one of my favorite singers and she's really an inspirational person. &lt;br /&gt;basically the video i watched she told us to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Anger gets you no where and it does nothing for you. it will only drag you down.&lt;br /&gt;depression gets you further from your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;everyday wake up and think of where you want to go. and get excited about it! think about being happy because if you are always happy things will go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was happy today. People got nervous and thought i was just being hyper. It was pretty hard considering the mile run and my solo. I told myself that at this moment i'm the best i've ever been at the song and nobody cares if you mess up. most likely they're relieved when you do. We're human and mistakes are natural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mile run i had to watch another girl run it and mark her laps and time. She really struggled and i was disappointed that the best i could do was to tell her that she could do it. She tried complaining to the coach to get out of doing it which made me kind of angry but then i remembered that i shouldn't judge people so i left her alone and just watched her run in the large circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my own run i tried to think of music and sing in my head since they weren't playing any. I tried to distract myself. finally with only five laps i just said that i've come this far and i can darn near jog till the finish. I had lots of friends cheering me on and every time i passed them they shouted for me. it gave me inspiration and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;my time was 9.09&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy considering the last time i ran was two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;i was only a minute behind our star athlete in the class.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sore at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orchestra came along and i started getting nervous. i kept telling myself that everything would be fine and that i'm a pretty good player.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we ran out of time before i got to play so i can practice a little more!&lt;br /&gt;Kerli was right. if you're happy then the world is your playground and you can shape it into whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll try it more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2399333680836461857?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2399333680836461857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2399333680836461857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2399333680836461857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2399333680836461857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-happy.html' title='be happy!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1688049649382768700</id><published>2009-12-11T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:41:11.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i had a strange dream last night. It was one where i met up with a really old friend of mine J.T. After having that dream I started thinking of my elementary days and realized that i don't remember hardly anything. It's kind of sad when i went through some boxes and found those old journals the teachers made you keep. There was some pretty amazing stuff in there that i don't ever remember even thinking of. Half of my life is just gone.&lt;br /&gt;So for the past two years we've had to do memoirs and i've always wanted to cry in frustration because there's nothing awesome or cute or anything that i can remember. Sure maybe a few here and there but when you can't even remember your fourth grade teacher? is it normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be on a happier note now. &lt;br /&gt;We took meemer out to see new moon and i must say going with her made the movie twice as good. Throughout the whole thing we kept cracking jokes and just laughing at the horrible acting and we about died. The most common thing we said was "Strangled by accident" from the SNL parody on Twilight. sure we had a few other lines that had me on the floor but the best one was when Jacob asks what she's (bella) staring at (one of the times he takes his shirt off) and meemer sat there and said "i don't know what are &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; staring at?" i couldn't stop laughing and the rest of the theater laughed too which i thought was pretty cool. But yeah i really hope to take her to another movie just to laugh like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1688049649382768700?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1688049649382768700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1688049649382768700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1688049649382768700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1688049649382768700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-had-strange-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4420175061454179303</id><published>2009-12-07T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:36:20.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>so i've been ordered to post so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;High school is easy peasy getting great grades and no complaints from anyone. Drivers Ed is almost done and i take my drivers test thursday and my driver is pretty positive we'll all pass.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;I have twelve tickets waiting for the opportune moment that all schedules are clear for us to go down to the olympic oval and look forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not all that excited for christmas because i'm pretty happy with all the things that i have already. i have music i have internet and food. I'm all good.&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a story that has 5,627 views and i've just made another breakthrough with it. I'm always writing new ones. I've been practicing drawing again and breaking ground with that too. &lt;br /&gt;so yeah boring and good. all natural 100% well at least i'm alive right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4420175061454179303?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4420175061454179303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4420175061454179303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4420175061454179303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4420175061454179303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7565901887875647156</id><published>2009-10-21T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:58:42.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST THE GAME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_PYeD2axI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXvd380HbE/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395258897906166546 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_PYeD2axI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXvd380HbE/s320/Picture+or+Video+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much excitement and stress and trauma the anime con finally came!! It was great fun and excitement seeing all the weird people like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_Poapn2wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xWUWyENaApI/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259171868760834 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_Poapn2wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/xWUWyENaApI/s320/Picture+or+Video+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the people there are so nice because we're all really alike. You should've seen McDonalds that was right across the street!! We hung out with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_P9pxXV7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mjJxraBtg2I/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259536705017778 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_P9pxXV7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mjJxraBtg2I/s320/Picture+or+Video+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and met some even more random people than us! Even the older adults were awesome!! They were just so random and fun. Including all the people from the "for the love of psycho's" panel! it was great fun and laughter and i got to see some people i haven't seen for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a87c422cfab1ef41" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da87c422cfab1ef41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18FFCB529096082571188A7F510E5478A11B447.2171509A497684C9CDFB30DDB3AEF98BA98BEBD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da87c422cfab1ef41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZe84ZnwesYsfC1XnYR8jlnbrdCY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da87c422cfab1ef41%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18FFCB529096082571188A7F510E5478A11B447.2171509A497684C9CDFB30DDB3AEF98BA98BEBD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da87c422cfab1ef41%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZe84ZnwesYsfC1XnYR8jlnbrdCY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is called ninja, the point is to slap your opponent's hand before they move. usually you're only allowed one move but if you see it coming you can step. This is a pro battle as you can tell, others just were sneaky and slapped them from behind. Next year i plan to be a master. :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was a real pain though. She seemed to expect to be driven there and back or picked up and for me to bow to her every wish. By the second day i was already tired of her. So the last day i finally stood up to her and said, "i want to hang out with my sister and her friends too." so after pestering her to leave the show they were doing we went downstairs and played some video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people dressed up in a red stiped shirt and beanie and was soon chased by girls down the halls all screaming "I found Waldo!!" then looking through my friend's pics Waldo showed up in the background waving to the camera! that was genius. There were many great costumes and some of the people looked really cool! It was so weird going back to school the next day and being surrounded by NORMAL people!! all my friends were like "It's too normal! Lets go back!" But it was a memorable weekend and i hope to go next year, this time i'm gonna cosplay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now playing the game,&lt;br /&gt; you cannot win the game,&lt;br /&gt;the point of the game is not to think of the game,&lt;br /&gt;every thirty seconds someone will scream "I lost the game."&lt;br /&gt;making it impossible to win,&lt;br /&gt;good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST LOST THE GAME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7565901887875647156?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7565901887875647156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=7565901887875647156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7565901887875647156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7565901887875647156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-lost-game.html' title='I LOST THE GAME!!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/St_PYeD2axI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXvd380HbE/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4814934235920529831</id><published>2009-09-09T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:34:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ah the smell of high school</title><content type='html'>So coming into high school has been fun, so far I'm just treading water and staying above all the homework. I've started making new friends and being really friendly. Some additions to our table are Nat, Flav and Meesh. They're really funny and i enjoy being around them. Flav is very much like my sister's friend and i get along pretty well with her; she's an amazing artist and writer. Nat is pretty much a stretch to our similarities but we get along really well and her art is beyond amazing and almost at the professional level. Meesh is a huge manga and library fan, everyday at lunch you can usually find her in the library with a book in hand. Most of my teachers are pretty fun and exciting with a few exceptions. My worst classes are world civ and computer tech because they are so boring and i have to make a great effort to stay awake. I love love love my orchestra class, they are just so random and fun and enjoy staying loose. this year we have 8 cellists!! The music is hard but not unattainable. so far things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our sophomore elections just this week and guess who ran!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend Nat decided she wanted to run for vp. So i said i would join her and be in her skit and vote and be a committee member. Well i couldn't help her with her posters and felt really bad when i found out they'd been at it until 2 in the morning. She seemed to have a really good skit idea considering they could be only 45 seconds i was a little worried. Well when i come to school the day after our break i see lots of people with shirts for their candidates and i become a little freaked that i should've had one for Nat (i'm such a bad member). I look up whether it's A day or B day and see the elections are tomorrow. It slips my mind to tell it to our runner. So on the glorious Wednesday I'm sitting in English with Nat when an announcement came on asking for all the candidates and their committee managers. Nat gets up to leave and i ask if i should go too. She grabs me and drags me along. So we get to our auditorium and sit for a bit and panic because we see people with props and realize our skits are that day! So with just me and Nat she thinks up a genius plan of singing a song/poem. So i, for one, suddenly becoming the campaign manager and having to go up and ask people to nominate Nat as our vp in front of our whole sophomore class and with no skit or speech planned, am freaking out. Nat pretty much took over though and dragged me along. We got up there to the mic and sang her song and dance to no music. I asked my friends later how we were and they kept saying i looked really happy so i guess thats really good. I just tried to enjoy myself and be funny and hyper like i had been earlier. We pulled through with some crowd help and sat back down with a sigh of relief. It was a cool experience to help her out. I liked watching the other skits and laughed and cheered for other people who didn't seem very popular. Doing all this made me think of maybe running next year against Nat just for fun, Flav says she might too. I just laugh when i think back to lunch afterwards, Nat was dead and i was dead, nerves can really make you tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4814934235920529831?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4814934235920529831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4814934235920529831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4814934235920529831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4814934235920529831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-smell-of-high-school.html' title='ah the smell of high school'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1451627468533777819</id><published>2009-08-12T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:59:44.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drama drama drama and a jerk</title><content type='html'>it's been a while!&lt;br /&gt;So we just got back from the county fair! woot free food! I've found that the photography contests looks really tempting and i'm liking my moms idea of a camera for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;The all important monument in teen life...&lt;br /&gt;High School.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda freaked out. We've got orientation tomorrow early in the morning. I know i have nothing to worry about except the tons of homework the large campus and the confusing "small schools" that make no sense whatsoever. I am VERY excited about the orchestra program with the amazing teacher and more than two cellos. I'm nervous because my best friend is going to clearfield instead (i wish i was too, it has WAY more opportunities) and that there are people at syracuse that i don't get along with. The lockers are also a complete rip-off. But i'm also excited. I'm just a worry wart. &lt;br /&gt;now for man drama.&lt;br /&gt;You remember when you kinda wanted a boyfriend and thought up "the perfect guy" and hardly anybody would fit in that little square. I'm comfortable with guys; mostly wanting to become good friends before going into a romantic relationship. Yeah i've dated before but the guys were people i didn't like in that way. Well i mostly get the nerds and i'm happy that at least someone finds me attractive. until that guy turns out kinda stalkerish. He was in my seventh period (the one with all guys) and was mostly the wimp of the class so i stood up for him. i said hi and made a nice conversation. He was one of the tops students and i grouped with him a lot cause he wasn't one of the idiots and i could handle his personality. I realized that he started to get friendlier and friendlier and just pushed it out of my mind. It started irritating me that he would guard my books cause Chris would steal them and my friend Jim liked to look at what i was reading. He'd walk me to my locker and any classes i needed to go to after seventh. He just kept irritating me more and more. I didn't need any protecting and i especially didn't need it from him when i was defending him more than he could himself. He got me a nice valentines gift after valentines day cause i was sick the actual day. He finally asked me out before school ended and i said that i couldn't not until i was sixteen. I thought he took it fine but apparently not. I hung out with a few friends on tuesday, doing some sports and stuff. We went back to my house and hung out. well the other friend left and Jim and i talked outside for a bit. He thought that i was going out with Derek (the stalkerish dude). guess why. Apparently when he talked to Derek on his Xbox live he said that we were going out. This was the last straw. not only had he said this behind my back to Jim but to most of the people in seventh period. He also decided that he was going to follow me at lagoon on the Coke's lagoon day. After a whole blissful summer without a puppy dog following at my heels i was not happy to get it back. So after i got this bit of info from Jim and an email from Derek i decided i was going to tell him off. He'll probably still come to lagoon but i was really pissed that he was saying we were going out. I only thought of him as a friend, an annoying friend but just someone i knew. I never agreed to date him and i never will not after what he's been saying. i just hope lagoon day will go smoothly and i won't start yelling at him.&lt;br /&gt;---edited---&lt;br /&gt;ahg why do i feel so guilty! i finally told him what i thought and he makes it sound so bad! He planned his whole weekend around it! I don't know if he's still coming and jim says if i let him come then i'm just reversing everything i just did. Dang it mom and dad why'd you give me such a huge guilt bone?? i feel so bad about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1451627468533777819?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1451627468533777819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1451627468533777819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1451627468533777819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1451627468533777819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/drama-drama-drama-and-jerk.html' title='drama drama drama and a jerk'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1580087850572344360</id><published>2009-06-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:25:29.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my turn!</title><content type='html'>now these are my pics from san fran&lt;br /&gt;key word there is my; meaning i took them so don't expect much! i aint no photographer for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHcsW6xvQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fNcny4gIsEY/s1600-h/IMG001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHcsW6xvQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fNcny4gIsEY/s320/IMG001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346296887289953538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is at alcatraz (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHc-exIHQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pmbbc-N2ncQ/s1600-h/IMG003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHc-exIHQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pmbbc-N2ncQ/s320/IMG003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346297198634605826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from alcatraz (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHdYoOQDAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D4HNdBkb1Vw/s1600-h/IMG005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHdYoOQDAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/D4HNdBkb1Vw/s320/IMG005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346297647849278466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy pic of the jail bars at alcatraz (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHdpTRFKZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n58BpNNoQ1I/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHdpTRFKZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/n58BpNNoQ1I/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346297934281779602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boat is leaving us!! jk these are the gardens down the side of alcatraz along with the mill thingy. at alcatraz (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHd_WfRRQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0pkbIws4c8k/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHd_WfRRQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0pkbIws4c8k/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346298313103721730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's coming! or we're going, this is alcatraz from the boat. ignore the man in the corner (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHeczcvICI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ja5yBxGNJ74/s1600-h/IMG015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHeczcvICI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ja5yBxGNJ74/s320/IMG015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346298819093930018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a juggler at the pier bouncing a ball on his knee. he was really funny. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHevDZu-fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tBu7V3J-mKo/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHevDZu-fI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tBu7V3J-mKo/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346299132613949938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again my photo genius! uhh this is dad realizing the sidewalk ran away. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHfC9p8uAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1kyi_EX6kOY/s1600-h/IMG020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHfC9p8uAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1kyi_EX6kOY/s320/IMG020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346299474668730370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's down for the count! (above) this is at the antique arcade place that my mom insisted to go to. the below is for alison and for my friends i couldn't resist. (below) *see what the belly dancer does on ho day off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHfqdV7rNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7fqbPGHT2oo/s1600-h/IMG021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHfqdV7rNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/7fqbPGHT2oo/s320/IMG021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346300153189608658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHgaUkzXUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KYd25l7lQM8/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHgaUkzXUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/KYd25l7lQM8/s320/IMG012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346300975469780290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes he is shirtless and no he is not falling over, he is spinning on his bike. it was a competition between the skateboarders *boring* and the bmx peoplez. so sue me he was cute! (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHg5xI2YRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GNlqr3mhGYI/s1600-h/IMG016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHg5xI2YRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GNlqr3mhGYI/s320/IMG016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346301515713110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprise! your on camera, teehee. this is alison and her parents squinting at the menu at the yummy mexi resturant we went to. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHhoRJxKCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JvotWpV_D3o/s1600-h/IMG017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHhoRJxKCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JvotWpV_D3o/s320/IMG017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346302314580879394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just to mess with your senses! not really i'm just to lazy to sit here and figure out how to turn it around (above and below). (above) one of the buildings in china town. (below) a church just out of china town... we were waiting for our trolly/bus/cable car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHibwz52yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mLhy4FqMUFY/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHibwz52yI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mLhy4FqMUFY/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346303199252437794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHingsqDaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k6pPXbqBJJk/s1600-h/IMG023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHingsqDaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/k6pPXbqBJJk/s320/IMG023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346303401085504930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; pictures of the cable car museum that turned out well. these are the cables that run the cars. there's little signs that tell you what streets they run under but they didn't show up.(above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now for the festival!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHjU3FNIXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/toFeGe5x708/s1600-h/IMG001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHjU3FNIXI/AAAAAAAAAFo/toFeGe5x708/s320/IMG001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304180188160370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHjeOJjqbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zsVkQNXVYP8/s1600-h/IMG002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHjeOJjqbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zsVkQNXVYP8/s320/IMG002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304340999252402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peoplez of my culture all jumbled together in the costume part of the parade. (both above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHj3DOaa2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fo2Oz8GlnmU/s1600-h/IMG006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHj3DOaa2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fo2Oz8GlnmU/s320/IMG006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346304767563557730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was being run over and pounded on by the mallets for the drums. i wanted a picture to place on my tombstone. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHkQnUpisI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W1getgPE49Q/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHkQnUpisI/AAAAAAAAAGA/W1getgPE49Q/s320/IMG007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346305206750120642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cute kiddies that were placed under torture and public humiliation to march in the parade. must've been one of the many day cares or elementary. (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHkx2O8ReI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hq1BtorQOuA/s1600-h/IMG009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHkx2O8ReI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hq1BtorQOuA/s320/IMG009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346305777688397282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yummy shaved ice that saved our lives. (above) it was probably from one of the many stalls (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHlCmgFG6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-gKbyp6PghA/s1600-h/IMG011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHlCmgFG6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-gKbyp6PghA/s320/IMG011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346306065523088290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHlMrjHg4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gR6-xVtI8eA/s1600-h/IMG004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHlMrjHg4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/gR6-xVtI8eA/s320/IMG004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346306238676697986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i just lied down and died. the fans were pretty though! (above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was our trip from my two disposable camera's. i ran out of film really quick but i was happy i had the chance to mark my own memories. thanks mom! this trip was really fun but there's always more to see and i really hope we can visit again soon. besides we have an awesome person who i want to see again *cough* alison *cough*. teehee hope you enjoyed my lovely pictures i'm open anytime. i will have business cards soon! teehee just kidding i suck at pictures. i'm rambling by the way so you can totally stop reading now. unless you actually enjoy listening to me which is really strange and means you either need a life or a vacation. whichever comes first. anyway feel free to comment! gah! spell check isn't working! grr. i will eat it later. for now you have to deal with my extremely bad spelling. this is what happens when you use big words like ectoplasmic goo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1580087850572344360?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1580087850572344360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1580087850572344360&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1580087850572344360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1580087850572344360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-turn.html' title='my turn!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SjHcsW6xvQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fNcny4gIsEY/s72-c/IMG001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-5403230984826096454</id><published>2009-05-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:05:38.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends stink</title><content type='html'>Well it's not Jr. High without all the drama right? anyway it's almost common knowledge that i have no time in my life to have fun with my friends. It's my life and i'm used to it. I actually had a lot of time before track started. After i joined though my time has been strained. One of my best friends said she would join with me. I was just overjoyed about it. None of my friends have ever been involved in track. Then she just changed her mind. I wasn't very surprised if she had actually gone to the practice then she probably would've given up anyway. So i told her that it was unfortunate that she had changed her mind and i really wished she could've joined. Well a couple of weeks passed with hard work and a lot of pain. i was crazy stressed what with homework and track and soccer and cello. I figured, hey i can still talk with my friends at lunch and on msm messenger. and i did. just not with my "best" friend. She went off with the other group of our friends. I said well alright then i guess that's okay i'll just play cards with my other friends. well now that track's over i thought Yahoo! i got time to get back with Kristin and become friends again. well i guess i don't matter anymore she'd prefer to hang out with our other friends than me. she did in fact tell me to stay away from her when she's hanging out with them. yeah way to make a girl feel loved and included right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. i just found out that my private cello tutor has spinal meningitis. fuuun. i feel sorry for her and wish her the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably end up editing this later cause i was kind of in a rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-5403230984826096454?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5403230984826096454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=5403230984826096454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5403230984826096454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5403230984826096454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-stink.html' title='friends stink'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2888106808673967911</id><published>2009-04-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:38:16.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babysitting fun</title><content type='html'>When spring break is getting dull the best thing to do is well why not go see Wicked?! yeah i wish. instead though i got to do something funner than sitting on my butt for hours. We got to babysit the funnest cousins ever! Harry and chilly/taco/cart and their little bro fussy got to come over and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53c5ece0a387d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0053c5ece0a387d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D01063932BA8ACB3F1DF6C01C03A14AEAF04C31.5D3A4DC32CEB78224F12E5C8D3F1051F44324943%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c5ece0a387d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr80bPckTlZfHx9T8LXtjn-xo2A8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0053c5ece0a387d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D01063932BA8ACB3F1DF6C01C03A14AEAF04C31.5D3A4DC32CEB78224F12E5C8D3F1051F44324943%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c5ece0a387d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr80bPckTlZfHx9T8LXtjn-xo2A8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;harry made his own character on the wii fit. and patiently waited until he could get to the fun games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b5697f33b3b7b85c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5697f33b3b7b85c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E3EBE35D3CC560F1A78922F895D943992AD1BD.6987AF8FF81AA38AD4250D7A55F539AA49A1B74F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5697f33b3b7b85c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-jljCYM1FCh2W9mUGr06D1vfS24&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db5697f33b3b7b85c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53E3EBE35D3CC560F1A78922F895D943992AD1BD.6987AF8FF81AA38AD4250D7A55F539AA49A1B74F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db5697f33b3b7b85c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-jljCYM1FCh2W9mUGr06D1vfS24&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;fussy was great. although everyone was worried he'd be well...fussy. Harry was a big help with him too. Chilly/taco/cart was running around and being a little ball of happy sunshine so much so that i only got a picture of the back of his head. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/Sd-6vitXNfI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFma0_T1Gtc/s1600-h/Picture+or+Video+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323178610508903922 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/Sd-6vitXNfI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFma0_T1Gtc/s320/Picture+or+Video+122.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; It was a great fun day. and i still think i didn't need to be paid. (hint hint meemer) after all it's just a fun day to play! This i must say was the greatest fun i've had all break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2888106808673967911?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=53c5ece0a387d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b5697f33b3b7b85c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2888106808673967911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2888106808673967911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2888106808673967911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2888106808673967911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/babysitting-fun.html' title='babysitting fun'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/Sd-6vitXNfI/AAAAAAAAADw/xFma0_T1Gtc/s72-c/Picture+or+Video+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7331255785941064578</id><published>2009-04-03T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:08:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo&lt;br /&gt;my friend misty had a birthday, we all know how that is. so her lovely family reserved a table or two for us to have a party at a fun center. We rollerskated i kicked every ones butts at Dance Dance Revolution. I even taught Anna how to skate! i take pride in the fact that she even bought a pair of used skates while we were there. i was so happy. of course the fact that she ways at least thrity pounds more than me was a little frightening when she used me to stay upright. but yeah the best party ever. I love skating a lot, especially going fast. the rink was a little small and really crowded but was fun when they were about to close cause it was almost empty. I even had to help my evil arch enemy Krissy skate. So then i go home and Misty's family is really weird, they are very fun. So there was a cake sitting on the counter. Misty's dad picks it up and i catch on to what he's thinking. i enthusiasticly nod yes. So does joscyline. So he goes into the living room and then Misty's mom mouths no not yet. so he goes back in the kitchen and puts it down. Misty takes a laptop down stairs and comes back up by then her dad had chickened out and Joscyline takes the cake and shoves Misty's face in it. Misty shoves back. The one ending up with the most cake on their face is Jos. Misty having almost none. so then i come home and i get attacked by the puppy. I was scratching Izzy when all the sudden the pup knocks the wooden lid to my moms ceder cest down on my head. much pain and now i have a headache. all in a days work right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7331255785941064578?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7331255785941064578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=7331255785941064578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7331255785941064578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7331255785941064578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/soo-my-friend-misty-had-birthday-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4286747512859277146</id><published>2009-03-20T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:22:55.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the sidewalks!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who i haven't gotten to yet guess what!! i got my learners permit for driving wooh who! I enjoy the freedom but there's always a leash of course. The whole fact you have to have a licenced driver thingy kinda sucks cause when i drive with dad he picks at me and I haven't driven with my mom yet but i'm pretty sure she'd be hanging onto the seat holding her breath around corners. I like driving with Bookie thought, she's fun. Dad always offers to let me drive every time i don't have my permit with me though which drives me nuts... It's always fun though. I can't wait to get my licence for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news there's about nine weeks of school left. we're in the last term starting tuesday! it's kind of scary that next year i'll be going to high school. I'm gonna miss some of my friends but i really look forward to some of my classes that i hope to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other other news track season is starting up tuesday as well. and so is outdoor soccer. i have two outdoor soccer teams and one of the practices overlap which really sucks and if i have my math right on two days of the week i'll be running four hours a day. That'll whip me right into shape! i just hope i can survive with tons of homework swamping me plus testing plus track plus soccer!! gah! i'm insane! I'm pretty sure my "hollow leg" will show up more often in dinner though. i'll be outside a lot so at least i'll be tan and my hair will be a blonder color! lol. i just hope i can slow down my soda drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy it's getting warmer though, it kinda amazes me that one week we were huddled in our coats cursing the cold weather and pretty soon we'll be stripping to shorts and cursing the heat. but it's funny listening to all my teachers warning us not to get spring fever and go all hormonal on them it's really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck i'll need a lot of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4286747512859277146?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4286747512859277146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4286747512859277146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4286747512859277146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4286747512859277146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/watch-sidewalks.html' title='Watch the sidewalks!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-5528885542605287677</id><published>2009-02-07T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:58:47.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer troubles</title><content type='html'>well i now play in Ogden, well should have for at least four games. When they first mentioned the new session for indoor soccer we agreed to play. Now this was awhile ago before i got sick then it hit me, the walking pneumonia as my mom now calls it. anyway i missed three or four games just from being sick. then we all decided that it was just too far to play. so we sent a nice simple text to our manager saying that there was no point to me playing a few games and then that's it. our team hadn't even had practices since I've been sick. all the sudden a few days after we get a really rude reply from the manager saying that it didn't matter that we still needed to pay the $40. if you ask me that's ridiculous. she also made it sound as if i had to be there. after much grumbling and yelling we really had no choice but to pay to stupid lady the stupid money. so today(Saturday) i set my alarm and went to play. i still have a cough and can't run as well as i normally can so i have people yelling at me because I'm not getting to the ball the manager being absolutely ridiculously rude to my parents and i can't breathe at all. i start panicking because my coach isn't listening to me and I'm about to throw up and i seriously can't breathe. lets just say i barely made it to the bathroom in time... I got so stressed because i feel like i let my team down because i can't run i can't stay in for very long and we only had two subs. so combined with the sick and the screaming i feel like it was the worst game ever. we lost too by the way. wise and smart mom says just let it roll off my back and heal up as soon as i can. i just need training, conditioning or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-5528885542605287677?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5528885542605287677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=5528885542605287677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5528885542605287677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5528885542605287677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/soccer-troubles.html' title='soccer troubles'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6744115971439979718</id><published>2009-01-11T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:13:25.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun dun dun! hamster hunt! and snowboarding!!</title><content type='html'>my lovely black, fuzzy, cute hamster decided it didn't want to stay in it's lovely cage Friday night. We had some guests that night, BJ and family came over and we had a lot of fun talking and catching up with the funniest family ever. (except maybe meemer and them.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got up early, early to get ready to go to embarrass myself on the slopes of beaver mountain ski resort. Well as i am rushing, half asleep to get ready for the long drive and fun day, i look into Kuma's cage. No hamster. Well that was one way to wake me right up. We looked my room over but no black fuzz ball. great. We left anyway, dad promising to look for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to McDonald's for yummy first breakfast and transferred cars and drivers, Bitt took us to her apartment for a little while as she grabbed some much needed items. We left and arrive with time to spare. (Had to skip second breakfast, we were on the road. I was ravenous for lunch by the time it rolled around.) So we rented boards, looking like we knew what we were doing (yeah right) and fooled around for about two hours until our lessons started. We had a nice instructor (very strong too) who taught us very well and by around one-thirty i was flying down the slope, only on my butt or face about 30% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;And now i'm paying for it, I took two hard face plants, i think i pulled a couple arm muscles and i know i bruised my knees really bad. But it was fun, tai and i loved hanging out with our almost long lost cousin and her boyfriend (woo hoo! lol) even if we had to skip second breakfast and tea time. &lt;br /&gt;We came home, played Indiana Jones, only to teach her how so she could relay the info to our aunt, and showed off on guitar hero, and played snowboarding for the wii fit. yeah ironic isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to missing hamster. After our cousin left we, tai and i, were completely sucked dry of all energy. I get really annoyed with our certain new puppy who is barking up a storm at the bottom of the stairs. the entrance to the entrance of my new room. I resort to the last resort, which is use our shiba's keen hunting sense for my hamster to find it. (don't put her in the hamster ball while kimiko's around) So i let the dog into the basement and shut the door behind me, tai following close behind, my backup of course. So our lovely devil dog sticks her nose into the mattresses in the corner then goes to the middle of the room where there's a pile of confetti and garbage. She runs to the door and then back to the mattresses. hmmmm. hinting much? So i pull apart and ta DA! a fuzz ball looking like a ninja hanging from both mattresses. I tell tai to grab the flashlight in my nightstand and watch out for traps-err obstacles in my room. The little thing moves and i shout for her to get dad instead. she hands me the flashlight and runs up to get our dad. He comes down, moves some stuff and turns out to be hardly any help at all. (sorry dad, but thanks for moving stuff!) i catch my hamster after two attempts in which the hamster demonstrated amazing Houdini skills. and run to the cage and box tape the lid shut. mission accomplished, kimiko and izzy get a treat and we're all happy. yeah right. Kimiko still sits and barks at the bottom of the stairs, probably yelling at us for taking away her second supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6744115971439979718?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6744115971439979718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6744115971439979718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6744115971439979718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6744115971439979718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/dun-dun-dun-hamster-hunt-and.html' title='dun dun dun! hamster hunt! and snowboarding!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1702598932115967707</id><published>2009-01-07T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:20:36.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS NOT MEANT TO MAKE ANYONE FEEL GUILTY I AM SIMPLY RAMBLING AND GIVING MY OPINION. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!! DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU DON'T WANT MY COMPLAINING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. of school of soccer of everything. I don't think i'll be able to pull myself out of the hole i've made of my english grade so i will no longer sit next to the hunk (more on that later, maybe) and be kicked out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to play soccer this year to tell the truth... but don't get me wrong, i am happy that i did; i made great friends with tonia and a couple others. I don't know if i'll be playing next year, i'm tired of coming home with hurting and sore ankles and legs. I'm tired of feeling inferior and out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of nobody doing anything at home. I can't cook, i don't know how never have known. So instead i try to clean, but then i have homework, cello practice, soccer and other family members to deal with. i have no time and my frustration's probably hitting our snow piled roof.&lt;br /&gt;And i want a break, i want to go and learn how to snowboard. But if mom is going to worry about it nevermind. I want to spend time with my amazing cousin we hardly see. I want the school year to end and soccer to be outdoors again. I don't like playing indoor where i feel even worse on the skill level.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep for a week and never get up.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't. I need to help out more and i need to do homework and i need to practice cello and i need to be there for my team. I need to seperate from myself and just do it. lol NIKE... &lt;br /&gt;Then again, easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1702598932115967707?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1702598932115967707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1702598932115967707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1702598932115967707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1702598932115967707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning.html' title='WARNING!!!!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2465956897993754682</id><published>2009-01-07T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:58:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to the great.</title><content type='html'>Green Acres is the place to be....&lt;br /&gt;yeah for all you old people this is not the tv show. I'm talking about the elementary school i went to. When most people in my current Jr. High ask me what school i went to they usually have no idea what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i really miss this school. It really is the greatest elementary school around. Even when you remember all the really bad days it was still the greatest school ever. I still email my old teacher. &lt;br /&gt;Almost all of us already know that the curriculum is getting hard for each grade. But i don't feel like i'm behind at all. I almost feel like i'm ahead so i just want to say, even though she doesn't read this, Mrs. Orton was the best teacher ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2465956897993754682?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2465956897993754682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2465956897993754682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2465956897993754682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2465956897993754682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/tribute-to-great.html' title='a tribute to the great.'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1166609934419431648</id><published>2008-12-02T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:13:39.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling very selfish lately.&lt;br /&gt;I want my cello, i miss being able to play at home everyday. it's a really good way to calm myself down.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn piano, i can only play songs off my iPod and it's getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;I want to score some goals; this i should be more selfish about, i totally gave the ball away last game and i really could've made it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be really good at cello, i felt like i was being treated like a seventh grader today, like trying to find the harmonics on my cello, we took extra time just for me and it made me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;I want some help around the house, i know mom's got school and is really stressed already but i could still use some help.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be done with my honors classes, i don't want to rush at midterms or the terms i just want to be through with it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to succeed in my honors classes, no matter how much i make fun of my mom's stressing over her grades i know that it's best.&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to my mom more, i always feel like she's left out when we have time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I want time, simple as that, i've got too much going on.&lt;br /&gt;I want my brain back, please if you find it please return...&lt;br /&gt;I want kristen to know me better, she's my best friend yet i feel like we're breaking apart.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a musical genius, i want to be able to put my feelings down in notes and play it.&lt;br /&gt;i want school to be over, I'm tired of this already, i get so tired of routine.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a book, to find an idea that can actually turn into a book, you'd be surprised at how hard this is.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm almost done...&lt;br /&gt;I want chelsea to stop being a snob, it's very hard to have a soccer team when i always am getting lectured and yelled at but when i ask nicely they don't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to notice my hard times and care, i don't just want a pat on the back and them to say "stiffen up that upper lip" i want them to help me work through it.&lt;br /&gt;I want homework to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;I want good music.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm done rambling now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1166609934419431648?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1166609934419431648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1166609934419431648&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1166609934419431648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1166609934419431648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/selfish.html' title='selfish'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2731645994559767790</id><published>2008-11-03T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:26:24.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S!</title><content type='html'>hey guys i need some help from all you who live near me! since i decided to take honors science i need some volunteers for homework! I need every one's, even taco's, help. You need to call me ASAP to get a day that we can meet and steal an hour or two at the church, we can bring some toys and stuff so that the little ones are entertained. but please please please let me know. it'd really help, grandma and grandpa, if you could come down too but i can totally understand if you can't. This thing is due two weeks from Wednesday the 26th!! seriously thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2731645994559767790?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2731645994559767790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2731645994559767790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2731645994559767790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2731645994559767790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/sos.html' title='S.O.S!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7685961219702683294</id><published>2008-09-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:42:50.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62d144cc928fdd05" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62d144cc928fdd05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84CAECBAB460A309F827EFDD12200D6E3109E5A2.33803FB1194A2A8BD75564800CBB430088C173CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62d144cc928fdd05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgWcGOGhO7m8rsFysISAfKKMn9AY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62d144cc928fdd05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330063519%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84CAECBAB460A309F827EFDD12200D6E3109E5A2.33803FB1194A2A8BD75564800CBB430088C173CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62d144cc928fdd05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgWcGOGhO7m8rsFysISAfKKMn9AY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8YMaRc9yI/AAAAAAAAADg/RDGP_vuuzvA/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250942292027307810 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8YMaRc9yI/AAAAAAAAADg/RDGP_vuuzvA/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7685961219702683294?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62d144cc928fdd05&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7685961219702683294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=7685961219702683294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7685961219702683294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/7685961219702683294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-wasnt-me.html' title='It wasn&apos;t me!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8YMaRc9yI/AAAAAAAAADg/RDGP_vuuzvA/s72-c/IMG_1763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-8526306848488802679</id><published>2008-09-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:34:58.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>battle scars</title><content type='html'>being a girl you always want to be pretty and perfect, to smell nice and to look nice. I'm not one of those girls. If I'm not sweaty at one point in the day it's been...well a boring one. And so in order to sweat practically everyday i joined a comp soccer team. I also now have an AYSO soccer team, did i mention with guys? &lt;br /&gt;being a guy, you want to have the biggest bruise, the loudest statement, etc. they also happen to be quite violent when chasing after a ball. So it's expected to get a few bruises for either side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8Wp5qsOEI/AAAAAAAAADI/0lUbNIwM588/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8Wp5qsOEI/AAAAAAAAADI/0lUbNIwM588/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250940599647615042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8W5zeZyhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oHY47aPa7SM/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8W5zeZyhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oHY47aPa7SM/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250940872863369746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8XIqhTY0I/AAAAAAAAADY/rcH2LS2AKUM/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8XIqhTY0I/AAAAAAAAADY/rcH2LS2AKUM/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250941128157651778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both my knees have a color full addition to the tan. i also have done something to my right big toe, but if i don't get on the ground or get a bruise i haven't been playing hard enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-8526306848488802679?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8526306848488802679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=8526306848488802679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/8526306848488802679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/8526306848488802679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/battle-scars.html' title='battle scars'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SN8Wp5qsOEI/AAAAAAAAADI/0lUbNIwM588/s72-c/IMG_1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6024212367832327689</id><published>2008-09-11T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:08:31.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hamster in heaven</title><content type='html'>my elder hamster died today. she was sick, had an infection in her eye and wasn't eating or drinking. her eye was twice it's size and turned black and kinda shriveled up. well i looked in on her, like i always do, after school and there was no signs of life. i expected this, she's kinda old anyway. i hate to sound heartless but i don't think it's that big of a deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmkJyE2OrI/AAAAAAAAACw/4IPR8wHnqN8/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmkJyE2OrI/AAAAAAAAACw/4IPR8wHnqN8/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244903729017535154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy i was able to get some pictures before anything happened. Since i thought of that i decided today that i would take pictures of the famous new hamster i had before this happened too. now you can see why i had to have the cute ball of fuzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmkqEQE4TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p-QfM_BONqU/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmkqEQE4TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p-QfM_BONqU/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904283652284722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmk0BTniPI/AAAAAAAAADA/RZllLxFdrdg/s1600-h/IMG_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmk0BTniPI/AAAAAAAAADA/RZllLxFdrdg/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244904454660524274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6024212367832327689?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6024212367832327689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6024212367832327689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6024212367832327689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6024212367832327689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/hamster-in-heaven.html' title='hamster in heaven'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMmkJyE2OrI/AAAAAAAAACw/4IPR8wHnqN8/s72-c/IMG_1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2259036463987209385</id><published>2008-09-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:01:28.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i think i'm sick...i wanna bash my head in but that would give me a bruise...i think it's the flu...sigh i hate being sick. i'll have to stay away from meemers kids when we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2259036463987209385?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2259036463987209385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2259036463987209385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2259036463987209385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2259036463987209385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2485031665252327358</id><published>2008-09-05T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:16:51.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...10 things?!</title><content type='html'>dang and i thought i got away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get tagged, you have to list 10 things that make you happy. What are the things that tickle your fancy, make you smile or still give you that butterfly sensation? What things do you seek out and truly enjoy? The only rule is that you can't say your kids or your spouse...it's too easy.&lt;br /&gt;these can mostly be switched around to any number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-track, i love the feeling when i sprint and get the rush, and i feel so graceful when i clear a jump well.&lt;br /&gt;9-drawing and painting, i love to paint and draw, when i can get the picture just right i feel very accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;8-reading, i love to immerse myself in a good book, even if it's for class.&lt;br /&gt;7-getting an A, yeah i know I'm a slacker and totally don't get A's but this year seeing all A's on my grades has felt really good.&lt;br /&gt;6-my team, my la roca team is so fun, we all run together and drop dead next to our water bottles when its over.&lt;br /&gt;5-writing, when people read my stories online and love it, it gives me the feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;4-my really good friend Kristen, she helps me feel included and we are very similar.&lt;br /&gt;3-playing my cello, i love the deep tone and the beauty when i hit just the right notes.&lt;br /&gt;2-being smart, i love it when i outsmart the teachers and my friends it gives me the feeling of importance. &lt;br /&gt;1-family time, i love all of my family even if some aren't the greatest sometimes. my cousins, my mom, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2485031665252327358?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2485031665252327358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2485031665252327358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2485031665252327358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2485031665252327358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/10-things.html' title='...10 things?!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6466980437236849403</id><published>2008-08-22T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:32:02.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer games</title><content type='html'>well my first soccer games of the season start saturday and i've decided to share with you when they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/23/08&lt;br /&gt;satuday: 12:30 pm, lewis park, bountiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/27/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5:30 pm, TBD (when i figure out where and what park it is i'll post it as soon as i can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/3/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5:30 pm, shady lane park, pleasant view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5:30 pm, Uintah Elementary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/13/08&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 10:30 am, TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/17/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 6:45 pm, Lewis park, bountiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/20/08&lt;br /&gt;satuday: 12:30 pm, lewis park, bountiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/24/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5:30 pm, TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/27/08&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 10:30 am, TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/1/08&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 5:30 pm, TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/4/08&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 10:30 am, TBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i get more info 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games'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-8221185112568854966</id><published>2008-08-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:09:21.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SKyj1d-l5xI/AAAAAAAAABs/GOzneky4Rbo/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SKyj1d-l5xI/AAAAAAAAABs/GOzneky4Rbo/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236740605700597522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lagoon day was fun, especially since our wonderful relatives finally came (after much convincing that there was free food). we all had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SKyiae4KvKI/AAAAAAAAABc/7FW3-04Y3es/s1600-h/dad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SKyiae4KvKI/AAAAAAAAABc/7FW3-04Y3es/s320/dad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236739042573991074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode many of the rides. tried to drag both meemer and big d on the samurai (just you wait!) and ate as much as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SKyjPgbcoyI/AAAAAAAAABk/-A3UWtz2PRc/s1600-h/IMG_1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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type='text'>alright alright i'll update</title><content type='html'>here goes g-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my whole family has been busy. going off to idaho, soccer tournaments back to school stuff and usual busy-ness. i got a cello, i got a phone (i should say taniya and i) and i got a couple bruises, all in all, a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way to look at phones we had to stop at the library, we couldn't get one without her consent or somethin weird. and so we called the dude with some cello's and went to see teh pretties. and pretty much just chose one right there. school was almost starting so i just picked out of the two. i get to see a cello teacher soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer. Playing on a competitive team is easier than i expected and harder at the same time. I have a really badly bruised elbow and can hardly bend it, and can hardly move my side or left leg. Which also means that i played really hard which i can be proud of. I do happen to have to some good news though; we won our first game since we were put together. i was said to be the most aggressive player taking down some girls bigger than me who just happen to be mostly wimps. My uniform has also gotten it's first possible stains today too! woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idaho. It was fun. Got a little sunburned havin fun at the lake. I water skied and got up! which every one knows already. yeah the waterfalls were small height wise which wasn't what i expected. it was great i got to swim which i love to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. we're all sitting at home waiting for lagoon day and watching the oly's (Olympics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's all folks. there's never anything interesting going on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6962367377831287506?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6962367377831287506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6962367377831287506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6962367377831287506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6962367377831287506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright-alright-ill-update.html' title='alright alright i&apos;ll update'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4253418972771637621</id><published>2008-07-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T10:48:49.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah...it changed again</title><content type='html'>i found out how sad it is to post a blog entry and not be able to get comments. so i sacrificed the pretty cello stuff and went green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at good old grandmas and grandpas house sittin around house-sitting. i never realized how boring it gets in north ogden. But we did go see dark knight. It was cool, lots of explosions and crazy people, it held my interest for the whole two and a half hours. Then we watched a really cheesy old movie called flight of the navigator (my sisters choice). Bailey's wakin me up early every day to go for a run. we don't go very far but are going further everyday. i totally caught a freakin huge spider today that was on the stairs. I'm not an expert on em' but it looked like a wolf spider. i grabbed a glass and caught it after the fourth or fifth try. it was bigger than my thumb nail. kinda made me happy that this IS a normal house with its share of creepy crawlies. or maybe they all noticed that the two normal cleaners are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left right after coming back from girls camp. we spent a few hours in our sweltering house and then rushed with packing up again before my grandma called for a third time. sorry we left so late g-ma! tai's pretty much doing everything around here. i only entertain bay-bay and clean up her poo. after this i get to go home for a few hours then leave to get some exercise playin soccer. then i get to spend a night or two in my own bed. then we're off again! it'll be a miracle if i can keep what little sanity i have after all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4253418972771637621?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4253418972771637621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4253418972771637621&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4253418972771637621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4253418972771637621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeahit-changed-again.html' title='yeah...it changed again'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1803339630729023629</id><published>2008-07-19T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:09:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tournament</title><content type='html'>well my team had it's first two games this last week. we were pretty much creamed but that's okay. it was a lot of fun being out on the field with new meat..er team members. we only scored two goals total which were in the last game. we lost both games and had lots of yelling and shaking heads of the couches...er coaches and much yelling of the soccer moms. we got hit, tripped and whacked a few times.we  fell a lot and tried not to smack our friends who don't tell us their gonna leave the ball twenty feet (okay maybe four) in front of us and leave while someones running towards you. I was nervous and scared of what my team would do if i screwed up but it was all alright. This new soccer is really intense. I'll let everyone know when the next games are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1803339630729023629?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1803339630729023629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1803339630729023629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1803339630729023629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1803339630729023629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/tournament.html' title='the tournament'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4256412558912474493</id><published>2008-07-16T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:58:52.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UPDATE: you do not need tickets to get into the tournament! the manager was really confusing but i asked the coaches. Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4256412558912474493?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4256412558912474493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4256412558912474493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4256412558912474493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4256412558912474493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-you-do-not-need-tickets-to-get.html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4480142460510998979</id><published>2008-06-13T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:36:17.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babysitting</title><content type='html'>ah yes the old joys of tending other peoples children. I started with watching a little boy probably around two and have now started babysitting four children of ages ten six and two twin four year olds. well all children are hard to put in bed that's a fact all known in motherhood and tending and is to be expected. what is completely unexpected is when the mother walks through the door nearly puking and telling you she's pregnant. lets just say i was lost. i didn't know whether i should take her seriously or just pass it off as a joke. then her husband walks in not a lot later and say that she just threw up in a bag in the driveway and that she told me she was pregnant. i took her seriously then which i was right to do. lets just say that was the weirdest hello's i've ever had. so other moms that read this wonderful blog (if i do say so myself) do not do that to your babysitters as a mean joke or to be taken seriously have mercy on the poor teens they won't find it very funny just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4480142460510998979?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4480142460510998979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4480142460510998979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4480142460510998979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4480142460510998979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/babysitting.html' title='babysitting'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-676370572822764517</id><published>2008-06-04T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:51:36.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE IT!!! comp soccer here i come!</title><content type='html'>La Roca Classic – RC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regi Cano, Coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Players – 4, 5, 10 (U14),11, 19, 25, 29 (U14), 32, 36, 37, 39, 40, 42, 41, 43, 43 (U14), 48, &lt;strong&gt;49&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Meeting (Mandatory) – Thursday, June 5th @ 7:00 p.m. at coach’s home – 1165 E 1350 S, Clearfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwhahahha!! proof! fear the all hyper and happy soccer player!! this was completely unexpected. the fact that i only went to one tryout and still made it and the fact that they pretty much already had a team filled out it's amazing i'm on! i'm number 49 by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-676370572822764517?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/676370572822764517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=676370572822764517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/676370572822764517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/676370572822764517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-made-it-comp-soccer-here-i-come.html' title='I MADE IT!!! comp soccer here i come!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-3124436307319995408</id><published>2008-05-28T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:39:12.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERLOAD!!</title><content type='html'>i've been tagged but i'll write about it later. &lt;br /&gt;this is like the busiest i've been in awhile. with the last two days of school coming it's just hectic there. now it's comp. team tryouts which all decided to be on the same days. i've chosen to go for the Wasatch team at six thirty. the thing about that is that tai's graduation is the same day. and i STILL have to turn in some stuff for school. well homework time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-3124436307319995408?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3124436307319995408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=3124436307319995408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3124436307319995408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3124436307319995408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/overload.html' title='OVERLOAD!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-3502823947655852601</id><published>2008-05-12T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:47:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're invited!</title><content type='html'>my &lt;strong&gt;orchestra concert&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;Thursday, may 15, at 7&lt;/strong&gt; i can guarantee bad music and boring speeches and little entertainment. but it's my last concert playing as a beginning cellist and those who want to fake clap and all that jazz are welcome to come. again its at my school, west point Jr. high at seven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-3502823947655852601?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3502823947655852601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=3502823947655852601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3502823947655852601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/3502823947655852601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/youre-invited.html' title='you&apos;re invited!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-5086125179010624379</id><published>2008-04-30T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:10:10.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh...crap</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow (Thursday the first) i have a track meet at Syracuse. IF i get the top six of my events i get to go with the others to district, if the girls win. I'm now doing hurdles and just yesterday (Wednesday) I fell twice. my left side of my left leg was white from scraping against the cement and i had to wrap my wrist from landing on it so many times. I'm pretty sure that i have a good chance at getting in. So for anyone whose curious about how a Jr. High track meet goes on you are now invited, It's a Syracuse High at two forty-five to three and ends around five to five-thirty. Just look for the all black uniforms or redish pink track clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my drawings was taken by my teacher, not for anything bad, it's just being displayed in a display case in the art collaberation area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed in school. I have a stack of math that i haven't done and don't understand and am failing it. Stess from friends has also been getting to me so i'm nearly at the breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa spaced there, bookie's watching some kind of really stupid show, i just lost a whole lot of brain cells i really need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-5086125179010624379?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5086125179010624379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=5086125179010624379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5086125179010624379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5086125179010624379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/ohcrap.html' title='oh...crap'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-9040595645140431755</id><published>2008-04-14T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:14:16.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin:0; background-color:#212121; width:423px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/" width="423" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="CONFIG_URL=http://www.mtv.com/player/embed/configuration.jhtml%3fid%3D1585325%26vid%3D224215&amp;allowFullScreen=true" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#212121; margin:0 0 0 0; padding:0 0 2px 0; width:423px; text-align:center; overflow:auto; min-width:423px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="margin:0; padding:0; list-style:none line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/index.jhtml" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-right:4px; display:inline;"&gt;&lt;a style="padding:0px 4px 0px 10px; font-family:Verdana,sans-serif; color:#439CD8; font-size:10px; text-decoration:none; background:url(http://www.mtv.com/sitewide/images/u/arrow-links.gif) 2px 2px no-repeat;" href="http://www.mtv.com/news/" onmouseover="this.style.textDecoration='underline'" onmouseout="this.style.textDecoration='none'" target="_blank"&gt;Entertainment News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! finally some action!! i don't mind him as edward as much now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-9040595645140431755?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9040595645140431755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=9040595645140431755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/9040595645140431755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/9040595645140431755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/mtv-music-videos-mtv-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-637678449900207246</id><published>2008-04-04T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:46:48.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000'codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0'width='320'height='270'id='yfop'&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always' /&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='id=7257770' /&gt;&lt;embed	src='http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' width='320' height='270' name='yfop' allowScriptAccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' flashvars='id=7257770' /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-637678449900207246?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/637678449900207246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=637678449900207246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/637678449900207246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/637678449900207246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2713252168800295438</id><published>2008-03-23T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:38:18.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;!!! we have the sports pack thingy too. My older sister hit me with the remote really hard while playing tennis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; is so hectic this year. of course we get three of them!&lt;br /&gt;i went four-wheeling with my family on my dad's side. i loved it. they let me drive off alone and take it on a few jumps. there was a couple guys with dirt bikes and i really wanted to ride on those. the best part was that i got to go off some jumps and get some pretty good air. they let me drive it back to grandma's after the fourth run, that was awesome. first time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;driven&lt;/strong&gt; something on public roads. the noise level at grandma's was through the roof. you couldn't form three words without another kid screaming. it was okay though. now it's off to my other grandma's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2713252168800295438?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2713252168800295438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2713252168800295438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2713252168800295438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2713252168800295438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-have-wii-we-have-sports-pack-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6981197014773799414</id><published>2008-03-13T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:42:02.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scary thought, I'm registered for high school!! really it's nineth grade but for some odd reason it's considered high school. still though!! where have all the years gone!! i just shake my head at the thought. The classes I've chosen weren't really thought through, I'm up for Orchestra, level 2. Choir for girls. And Yearbook (which isn't guaranteed) I'm taking summer gym so there goes that stuff. still though, it's a bit unbelievable....high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6981197014773799414?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6981197014773799414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6981197014773799414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6981197014773799414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6981197014773799414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/scary-thought-im-registered-for-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4644000573061169015</id><published>2008-03-08T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:36:34.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom and i went to see the ballet Friday. Cinderella. it was really good. now i have to write a report on it. oh joy. it was really weird seeing people dance around like that. for like two or three minutes i wanted to be in ballet too (laugh). my favorite dancers were the fairies and the joker and the two stepsisters (who were played by men). I had a pretty cool time. a couple of the other beginning orchestra kids were there too. that's where we got our tickets; from Mrs. Silva. the other cellist was there too. the music was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well footsal disbanded because we didn't have enough teams. now my parents are like "hey where's my money?" i found it pretty stupid, apparently so did my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4644000573061169015?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4644000573061169015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4644000573061169015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4644000573061169015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4644000573061169015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mom-and-i-went-to-see-ballet-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4627906943885090218</id><published>2008-02-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:32:02.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>well we weren't so lucky, we lost 8 to 1. last time we lost to this team it was about 14 to 1 so we've improved. i played defender for the first half, the ENTIRE first half. then played forward for the last bit. i have a lovely imprint of a soccer ball on my knee which is bruising slightly and a stomach that's argueing with my dinner. all in all a good friday night, well average at least. hm for some reason spell check isn't working oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4627906943885090218?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4627906943885090218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4627906943885090218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4627906943885090218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4627906943885090218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-5594925984037422260</id><published>2008-01-23T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:04:09.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the short complaints of me</title><content type='html'>I. HATE. THE. WINTER!!!!! stuck with a stupid cold, i have a runny nose, a pounding headache, and an ear that wants to explode. fun week, right? with a new start in school and lots of friends in classes this was just the perfect time for a cold. NOT! i missed the opportunity to have fun with meemer and her young womens group and can hardly go through a class in school without a pocket full of tissues. lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-5594925984037422260?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5594925984037422260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=5594925984037422260&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5594925984037422260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/5594925984037422260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-complaints-of-me.html' title='the short complaints of me'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4882547897228412512</id><published>2008-01-13T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:14:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE WON!!</title><content type='html'>well against all odds SWAT, my soccer team, won our first game. the really amazing thing about it was the fact that we had no subs. our coach wasn't there nor were our best players. it was the newbies, like me an Callie, and the know it alls. i was surprised when our forwards finally got their butts in gear and started scoring.&lt;br /&gt;but i would like to mention one of the girls on the other team. her name, i believe, was Dakota. she barely reached my waist in height. to me it looked like someone stamped a fragile handle with care stickers on her forehead. i must admit it was really hard to shove against someone so small, but really she's the same age as the rest of us. she had a good kick too. i found it annoying when her coach was talking to her like a three year old, but oh well i just found it funny how no one would shove her around a little.&lt;br /&gt;indoor soccer is a great way to vent frustration and get out all that bottled up anger from school and the week. i have a couple friends that i can't wait to play against and am really happy, and surprised, that we've one our first game. even if all the other teams have beaten them too. i just hope it'll raise the forwards' moral and get them to start scoring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4882547897228412512?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4882547897228412512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4882547897228412512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4882547897228412512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4882547897228412512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-won.html' title='WE WON!!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-7554635743335018390</id><published>2007-12-22T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:14:39.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>indoor soccer is soo different</title><content type='html'>well I played my first indoor soccer game Saturday. It. Is. Hard!! I can hardly walk right and i slept until almost noon. it's so much faster paced than outdoor. you are always running and i got so tired. it felt like i had run the mile in seven minutes after. i almost threw up when i got home. oh well i guess i just need more practice. we lost our first game but it was our first time playing together. the other team had been together for about four years and was a comp. team. the score was 10 to 4. we did really good in the beginning but i guess we got cocky or tired but we were creamed. there isn't going to be any practices so we all have to practice at home. it was my first time playing indoor. there are no throw-ins unless it's kicked too high and hits the net above the walls, then you have to go about five feet from the wall and kick it off (while the ref throws to fingers to the side making you think that you have to move the ball further while really he's counting. you only have five seconds). you use the border walls around the field to kick it too, almost like passing. and the fullback, my position, can't just boot it to the end of the field. there are two red lines about 10 or 15 feet from each goal and if it doesn't bounce in the middle or roll over them then it's a penalty. substitutions are similar to hockey, you can call someone out at any time in the game. anyway it's not that its hard it's just a little too quick. you need faster reflexes and quicker feet and familiar with the wall. just not too close friends with it, it hurts when you run into it. all in all i have to buck up and play harder and practice more. start running in the morning or at night or something to get more stamina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-7554635743335018390?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6624987280827701179</id><published>2007-12-10T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:29:34.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM! and my complaints of the week/day.</title><content type='html'>cellos are dangerous. i was getting ready this morning and lifting my cello up. i tripped and the stand/poker/thingy stabbed my leg. i now have a little hole in my knee where it went through my jeans. i was tempted to let the blood dry and, when i dressed for gym, freak my friend out. but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in gym i ran about six and a half minutes which really isn't much, but i still feel proud, considering I'm not a distance runner. i prefer sprinting. then we split into teams for volleyball, always fun (not) and i happened to have the worst luck, i knew already i had the stuck up sport jock Jackson on my team (who thinks no one can hold a ball let alone throw it besides himself. and claims we're all incompetent, blundering, idiots.) i happened to get the loudest, most obnoxious person in my gym class, number one idiot, Ariel. i misjudged a ball and they screamed at me, which made me really angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why am i sick? i thought i was through with the seasonal flu but it seems to have come back to hit me full force, i just hope i didn't get my cousins harry and chilly and fussy sick or their parents. i got through school just barely and i walk out to snow. wonderful. it's not like it hasn't been snowing for two days already. stupid cold wet stuff. sure it looks beautiful...when you're inside looking out a window with the heater blasting full force wrapped in a couple hundred blankets. boudy, (bow-dee, is the way it's pronounced.)the viola next to me in orchestra, claims I'm cold blooded because i always say I'm cold and i put my freezing fingers on his neck daily to surprise him, Thomas agrees with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a couple funnies that i hope will make your day brighten.&lt;br /&gt;As I've Matured...&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working one of your kids did it.&lt;br /&gt;These i got off a couple websites:&lt;br /&gt;When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.&lt;br /&gt;What are the three words guaranteed to humiliate men everywhere?'Hold my purse.'&lt;br /&gt;"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."&lt;br /&gt;Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.&lt;br /&gt;How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before He Admits Hes lost?&lt;br /&gt;If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.&lt;br /&gt;Is it good if a vacuum really sucks?&lt;br /&gt; If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6624987280827701179?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6624987280827701179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6624987280827701179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6624987280827701179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! my parents are impatient for a list and i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; brain dead. i have no idea what i want. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty much happy with what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got right now and i can't think of anything i would want. i have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; i have my sketchbooks and i have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy. but they still want me to make a list of what i haven't a clue. so wish me luck in finding what i want for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1174190781383185404</id><published>2007-11-21T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T11:44:34.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the three little brothers.</title><content type='html'>last weekend i got to babysit my three favorite cousins. chilli and harry loved showing me all their little toys and harry's lego creations, one of which was a very cool ship you could tell he was proud of. fussy gave me little trouble, but annoyed his brothers a little when i brought out the PS2 and he started swinging the cords around. now that i think back on it maybe i'll ask to join their parents in running. maybe not 2 or something miles but just a quick one. i'm not a long distance runner. their the closest family in our neighboorhood and they're all really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked on big D's profile and watched Chilli play soccer and it reminded me how much i miss the sport. we're currently looking for a team in indoor soccer but i have my doubts that we're going to find one. i've never really considered myself good at the sport and i don't know if i like it as much as everyone thinks. i guess it's become normal since i've been playing it since second or first grade. i think if i did stop playing i would really miss it so i guess i'll keep playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1174190781383185404?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6288135185362768840</id><published>2007-11-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T15:29:09.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the post of the randomness of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;!!! i now know how to post! i won! um now what to write? random things in my life sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      I have a lot of nicknames. one of my favorites was Amaya-chan but my friend who gave me the name has moved schools and I don't see her as much. I've found that I've really begun to miss the name, I thought about introducing myself with that name at school instead. I never really knew that I could miss it this much (laugh).&lt;br /&gt;      I've learned that i'm much more popular than i thought. i couldn't get a party arranged fast enough. it was scheduled for the 17th i think any way it was supposed to be saturday and it's now thursday so there goes that idea.&lt;br /&gt;      I don't want another boyfriend until i turn twenty. they are so annoying and persistant but i guess some girls like that. it just drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;      I love my orchestra. i play the cello and am enjoying it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. my arms are getting stronger than my legs which is odd considering i love soccer and running. i lifted weights today and found my arms stronger than my legs which i am taking much pride in.&lt;br /&gt;      I have messed up my ankle this week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having trouble walking on it which is not good considering school i can't even walk up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;      I have a really cute oriental dress that my generous aunt has given me and i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; many a compliment wearing it, so thanks auntie!!&lt;br /&gt;so there it is my random post of me just rambling. i guess i can do that when no one knows about this but auntie. cool more random posts on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6288135185362768840?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6288135185362768840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6288135185362768840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6288135185362768840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6288135185362768840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-of-randomness-of-my-life.html' title='the post of the randomness of my life'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4747542813506809017</id><published>2007-11-09T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:12:06.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>below are some photos. i had some videos but i can't upload them, dang. these are for my aunt meemer because i told her i'd upload photos and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4747542813506809017?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4747542813506809017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4747542813506809017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4747542813506809017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4747542813506809017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos.html' title='photos'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-363934954195776751</id><published>2007-11-09T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:03:12.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU7j7XuRQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RL_FbMgWtOc/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU7j7XuRQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RL_FbMgWtOc/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;my best friend hiding behind a manga. lol she's pretty funny&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-363934954195776751?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/363934954195776751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=363934954195776751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/363934954195776751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/363934954195776751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-best-friend-hiding-behind-manga.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU7j7XuRQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RL_FbMgWtOc/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-4248191588718858222</id><published>2007-11-09T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:40:15.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU2LrXuRPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RERrM31GFn4/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU2LrXuRPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RERrM31GFn4/s400/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter many many years ago. there's gare-bear and bee and me, boo. this is in our old house...I miss that house.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-4248191588718858222?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4248191588718858222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=4248191588718858222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4248191588718858222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/4248191588718858222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/easter-many-many-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU2LrXuRPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RERrM31GFn4/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-2264673713244401450</id><published>2007-11-09T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:37:15.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU1erXuROI/AAAAAAAAAAk/H9hgbIQVltA/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU1erXuROI/AAAAAAAAAAk/H9hgbIQVltA/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and izzy lazying around.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-2264673713244401450?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2264673713244401450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=2264673713244401450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2264673713244401450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/2264673713244401450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-izzy-lazying-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU1erXuROI/AAAAAAAAAAk/H9hgbIQVltA/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1325145562599391287</id><published>2007-11-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:33:47.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU0qrXuRNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XFCr4SEBcwA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU0qrXuRNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XFCr4SEBcwA/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! my cat and my dog. for some odd reason our dog would sit at the very top of the couch. she can't now, she's too old and fat.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1325145562599391287?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1325145562599391287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1325145562599391287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1325145562599391287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1325145562599391287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/lol-my-cat-and-my-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzU0qrXuRNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XFCr4SEBcwA/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1929598622684637727</id><published>2007-11-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:29:05.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUzkbXuRMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4AXk-Fzowuk/s1600-h/Image113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUzkbXuRMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4AXk-Fzowuk/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is more like the izzy now. she just lies around. she's still pretty active though...sometimes.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1929598622684637727?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1929598622684637727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1929598622684637727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1929598622684637727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1929598622684637727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-more-like-izzy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUzkbXuRMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4AXk-Fzowuk/s72-c/Image113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-1957586192879230972</id><published>2007-11-09T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:23:33.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>izzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUyRLXuRLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TbE9H46pxuQ/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUyRLXuRLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TbE9H46pxuQ/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! this is my dog izzy when she was really young. now she's old fat and lazy. she's so cute!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-1957586192879230972?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1957586192879230972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=1957586192879230972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1957586192879230972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/1957586192879230972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/izzy.html' title='izzy'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/RzUyRLXuRLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TbE9H46pxuQ/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3260500351888409516.post-6277157271349764525</id><published>2007-11-08T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:27:59.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just The Begining.'/><title type='text'>Hey there!</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty new at this but i think i'm catching on! i created this to chat with my mom and aunt they're both pretty cool. today happens to be my birthday! 11-08-93! i'm fourteen and waitin to drive. i enjoy art and literature. i hope to write my own book before college. so i hope i'm good enough! i have stories on fanfiction.net and fictionpress.com but i can't remember the link so i'll have to post later. and i will pretty soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3260500351888409516-6277157271349764525?l=kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6277157271349764525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3260500351888409516&amp;postID=6277157271349764525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6277157271349764525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3260500351888409516/posts/default/6277157271349764525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsey-boosworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-there.html' title='Hey there!'/><author><name>Kelsey-boo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09138688054068469017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jsCS1koyWtM/SMNMd9m8XXI/AAAAAAAAACY/GIt1QpPT4bU/S220/IMG_1115-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
