<?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-5251270341624457419</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:36:29.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-5831118564939564384</id><published>2009-07-17T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:20:06.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Haynesfield</title><content type='html'>Well, school has been out for a while now. But still I have been at Haynesfield for SEVEN years! And this upcoming year I will be attending Vance. I am happy to be going into Middle School but sad to be leaving the school I have been at for ,what seems like, EVER! Well it's the 17th of July and school starts on August the 8th and I am SO nervous to find out what team I am on. I already know that like my best friend is on Pathfinders. So I am hoping to be on that team to. Although because of band I think I am going to be on Navigators. But I don't know for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-5831118564939564384?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/5831118564939564384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=5831118564939564384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/5831118564939564384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/5831118564939564384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2009/07/leaving-haynesfield.html' title='Leaving Haynesfield'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-7186673621030291156</id><published>2009-04-21T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:02:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haynesfield</title><content type='html'>This year during school I have learned a BUNCH of material.  I hope that it will follow me to the 7th grade next year.  I am happy to be leaving Haynesfield for a new and exciting change.  I have been at Haynesfield for 7 LONG LONG LONG years.  But over those 7 years I have learned A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT and hav made and lost many friends as well.  But one thing I will never forget is how much fun I had after my TCAPs were over.  After we finished TCAPs we had nothing but time.  So we usually just watched ovies or went outside.  You know kid stuff.  And I  will truely miss that.  But I am growing up and I have to learn to have fun with whatever life throws my way next.  As of right now I am on spring break.  Then I go back to school for like 3 weeks then.......I'm done! That's it!  And then I will finally make my way to Vance Middle School. I am so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-7186673621030291156?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/7186673621030291156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=7186673621030291156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/7186673621030291156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/7186673621030291156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2009/04/haynesfield.html' title='Haynesfield'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-6758007613015295922</id><published>2008-09-27T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:28:56.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN7Be1hEO5I/AAAAAAAAABI/TJfjUQabx18/s1600-h/A%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN7Be1hEO5I/AAAAAAAAABI/TJfjUQabx18/s320/A%2B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250846951066581906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I am in 6th Grade and it is fun ,but challenging. &lt;br /&gt;The material is harder, the teachers are stricter ,and so far that is all that I really know about 6th grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-6758007613015295922?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6758007613015295922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=6758007613015295922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6758007613015295922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6758007613015295922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2008/09/6th-grade.html' title='6th Grade'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN7Be1hEO5I/AAAAAAAAABI/TJfjUQabx18/s72-c/A%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-743108193435160196</id><published>2008-01-14T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:36:23.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Excitement That Is Buildin In Side Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/R4v_pVj-8RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_i6jeii24Do/s1600-h/HPIM1220+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/R4v_pVj-8RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_i6jeii24Do/s320/HPIM1220+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155495284083454226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day that all the people who made their AR Goal for the 2ND and the 3rd six weeks of school will take a field trip to the YMCA for a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I didn't get to go because I missed the goal by a few points but this year I am 1 of the many people privileged enough to get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have a wonderful time [at least I think I will] but my best friend doesn't get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she asks me how it was and it was spectacular I tell her it was horrible and then he doesn't make it next year on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do I tell her it was fantastic and possibly crush her??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help I am SO confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-743108193435160196?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/743108193435160196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=743108193435160196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/743108193435160196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/743108193435160196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2008/01/excitement-that-is-buildin-in-side-me.html' title='The Excitement That Is Buildin In Side Me'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/R4v_pVj-8RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_i6jeii24Do/s72-c/HPIM1220+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-1577359373929629799</id><published>2007-11-30T12:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:05:26.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Interim</title><content type='html'>I just got my interim but I didn't do as well as I had wanted. If I don't do any better than my dad will kill me. My mom will just get mad then ground me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that that is not punishment but that is better than what my dad would do to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-1577359373929629799?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/1577359373929629799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=1577359373929629799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/1577359373929629799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/1577359373929629799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-interim.html' title='My Interim'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-6784858051254634319</id><published>2007-09-30T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:26:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm  going to DC</title><content type='html'>This Friday the acolytes at my church will be skiping school to go to Washington D.C.  We will be going for the first time at my chuch to go to the acolyte festival. And I am so psyched about being in it. We have a bird on a fishingpole rode and you fling it around. And I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-6784858051254634319?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6784858051254634319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=6784858051254634319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6784858051254634319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6784858051254634319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-to-dc.html' title='I&apos;m  going to DC'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-8105025626082291427</id><published>2007-09-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T06:08:08.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad</title><content type='html'>My mom is the greatest!! But my dad on the other hand is horrible because he called me stupid. And now I never want to see him again. But unfourtunatly I live with him. Sometimes I feel like running away. I wouldn't miss my dad one bit but I would be misirable without my mom. I wish that my mom would see how horrible he is. He used to be soooo cool when I was little but as I got older he got meaner. I can't do it anymore. I just want him to leave or me and my mom to packup and go somewhere far far far away. But she loves him I don't know why but she does and I want her to be happy. I try not to complain but it is SOOOO hard. I hope one day that he will go over the edge and she will finally tell him goodby FOREVER!!! But she won't it is just a silly dream of mine.  But she ALWAYS puts me first so now it's my turn. Maybe he  will starts to be nice again. And yet he wounders why no one tells him anything anymore but I hope that he will soften up s bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-8105025626082291427?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/8105025626082291427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=8105025626082291427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/8105025626082291427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/8105025626082291427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mom.html' title='My dad'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-3185958470827311765</id><published>2007-09-27T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:43:15.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvwGLw_mEcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NIkJMiplZ_Y/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvwGLw_mEcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NIkJMiplZ_Y/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114970075986006466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book fair is at my school and it closes tomarrow. But there are a few things that I would still like to get. I want &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; computer game and a couple more books but my mom won't let me get them. I hope that things will change next time in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that people will see that the book fair isn't a rip off!! My mom completely HATES the book fair. But I LOVE it!!! Sooo what do I do know is the million dollar question!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-3185958470827311765?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/3185958470827311765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=3185958470827311765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/3185958470827311765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/3185958470827311765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/09/book-fair.html' title='Book Fair'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvwGLw_mEcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NIkJMiplZ_Y/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-6340195255186430230</id><published>2007-09-24T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:10:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's drag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I mean I LOVE my teacher Mrs. Buckmaster but Mondays are SO bad beacause we ALL love the weekend. And On Mondays she has to get back into the teaching habit. And she has to do a lot of reading and writing on Mondays because of Friday test that we sometimes have. But we mainly have the tests on Thursdays. So now I dread going to sleep because that means when I get up I have to go to school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-6340195255186430230?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/6340195255186430230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=6340195255186430230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6340195255186430230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/6340195255186430230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/09/mondays-drag.html' title='Monday&apos;s drag'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251270341624457419.post-4551915840905422443</id><published>2007-09-24T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:00:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Play results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvgXPw_mEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJnrhKh27pw/s1600-h/Kaylyn+Rally+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113862936496312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvgXPw_mEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJnrhKh27pw/s320/Kaylyn+Rally+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everyone that had tryed out for our school play got the letter today about who we would be and if we made it. Well I opened my letter reading EVERY word carefully. And as I got to it I SCREAMED!!! I got the part I wanted SOO bad. A great load had been lifted off my chest and I felt MUCH better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I got to the car I handed my mom the letter. She opened it and gave me a big hug after reading it. She immediately asked if I wanted to call and tell my dad. I said No. Then She asked me if I wanted to call my grandparents. I said No. Then she asked me if I wanted to tell anyone. I said no. And said that they would have to find out on their own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or just ask me about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251270341624457419-4551915840905422443?l=prettykaykay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/feeds/4551915840905422443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251270341624457419&amp;postID=4551915840905422443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/4551915840905422443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251270341624457419/posts/default/4551915840905422443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettykaykay.blogspot.com/2007/09/play-results.html' title='The Play results'/><author><name>PrettyKayKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04617690410417001337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/SN6_4R5hTvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/WlEO8J-pCbQ/S220/hawaii.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B82Z3SDbecU/RvgXPw_mEbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJnrhKh27pw/s72-c/Kaylyn+Rally+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
