<?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-3304866</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:06:43.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vaneela coke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-105658267024683685</id><published>2003-06-25T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T08:33:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is out. i moved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/kelkyann"&gt;http://xanga.com/kelkyann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-105658267024683685?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/105658267024683685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/105658267024683685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105658267024683685' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-94659427</id><published>2003-05-20T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T17:38:02.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya...the next month is going to be so slow. now that there's ONLY one more month until school's out, it's going to go super slow. but ping's wedding is coming up soon and...disneyland..ish..uhh yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways..STACEY GOT HER BRACES OFF! feels nice, doesn't it? definately. =D and...ziers and i might go dress shopping. again. using ping's wedding as an excuse...or maybe she has another dance. and then she gets to buy her dress like 203957293857 months early, like she did last time. bwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nixon library concert was on sunday. joleen and i talked, one of those lil introduction things..usually i would not like it but it was with ANDERSON! awww....what a cutie. and roselyn too. but..anderson. aww...ok. i guess we did ok. actually, no, i think we did pretty crappy..we didn't really warm up and our fan dance got screwed up and it was just boring..and my feet hurt. new shoes. but i like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a minimum day friday! and no school monday either..im so happy. finally a vacation from SCHOOL..i mean GOD SCHOOL it's so boring, isn't it? we're having those district or state writing tests tomorrow, it sucks. ms. hamlin has been making us write a bunch of persuasive essays cause she thinks that's the kind of essay that we're gonna hafta write..chances are it probly won't even BE a persuasive essay though. or maybe. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so mad, my paint shop pro can be all screwed up at times. &gt;=O grrrrrness...oh well. it works most of the time. i was 3d studio max. ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in pe i got hit in the head w/ a ball REALLY hard. it hurt. everyone's all "are you ok? are you ok?" NOO im not ok, but i said yes anyways. not like i was dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try and try to make long entries and they only turn out to be boring. whatever. i don't think anybody reads this. happy birthday lauren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-94659427?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/94659427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/94659427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94659427' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-94416795</id><published>2003-05-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T16:12:04.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...i know its a long time later but a shoutout to stacey whose bday was on may 1..YAY HAPPY BDAY STACEY! hah.&lt;br /&gt;and also..HAPPY BDAY PHILLIP! yesterday. err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a piano lesson today. that stinks. AR;lkaj;liya;woi3yt;akljdf;lk aj. why can't it be friday yet?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm making a new website...and i keep changing the layouts..i've been through 3 already and nobody even knows about the site yet. and i'm still making another one. im so indecisive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-94416795?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/94416795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/94416795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94416795' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-93906933</id><published>2003-05-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T21:09:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-93906933?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/93906933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/93906933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93906933' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-92894925</id><published>2003-04-19T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T10:23:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from stacey's xanga thingyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.cox.net/cherryblossom361/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.cox.net/cherryblossom361/quizstuff/colorquiz/white_xper.jpg" width="300" height="171"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSICAL ARTS TODAY. poopers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im just gonna say this again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;WASHINGTON DC WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUN!&lt;/font&gt; so many memories...i can't even list them all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://members.cox.net/vanillacoke/dc2.JPG&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-92894925?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92894925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92894925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92894925' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-92825277</id><published>2003-04-17T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T23:50:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM WASHINGTON DC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOw...that was fun..made new frends to..sort of..or talked to ppl more..and walked a lot. i don't complain much about walking anymore. i didn't send postcards...we saw...SO MANY THINGS...i would post pictures if i knew HOW and if i had my film developed yet..which..i haven't. SHEESH i just got bak today. its crazy, it would be almost 3 am in dc and im not even TIRED. and we had to wake up at like...6...for like...5 days in a row or something. i don't want to go into detail about my whole trip. but it was FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-92825277?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92825277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92825277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92825277' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-92506201</id><published>2003-04-12T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T17:15:55.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello..i hafta leave for school in like 40 minutes. ONLY 40 MINUTES. AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! wow. i say wow a lot...anyways...im taking disposable cameras now, which when i think about it, is better than taking my sister's digital camera. for a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] if i break it, my sister will kill me&lt;br /&gt;2] if i break it, my parents will be very mad&lt;br /&gt;3] if i break it, i'll feel soooOOOOOOOOOo bad for actually BRINGING THE CAMERA.&lt;br /&gt;4] there would b a high probability of me breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, to all those ppl i promised to send postcards to...if you don't get it..IM SO SORRY..but ill just give it to you by hand. and besides. stamps cost money. =D and i'll be very busy and my feet will be DEAD. oh man, i forgot about that. actually walking practically the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-92506201?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92506201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92506201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92506201' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-92427729</id><published>2003-04-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T07:09:56.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=5&gt;WOW. I AM GOING TO WASHINGTON DC TOMORROW.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-92427729?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92427729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/92427729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92427729' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-91740019</id><published>2003-03-31T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T15:52:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF="http://home.apyland.net/quizzes/homestar/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://home.apyland.net/quizzes/homestar/Strongbad.jpg" Border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which member of the Homestar Runner gang are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-91740019?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91740019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91740019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91740019' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-91592415</id><published>2003-03-28T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T23:19:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW....im going to washington dc in only....2 WEEKS. CRAZZZZZy. that's so soon. i haven't been on a vacation in sooO long...and washington dc is soOOOo far....its like 8 hours on a plane. at least its a red eye flight, i'll [hopefully] sleep half the time. and i get to pick "chicken or beef?" ok i would write longer except that...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must dry my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, branch honors on sunday. IN THE MORNING. AT 8:30. &lt;font size=5&gt;IN THE MORNING.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-91592415?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91592415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91592415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91592415' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-91034700</id><published>2003-03-19T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T19:45:09.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the high school conselors are coming tomorrow. it seems weird, going to high school. all this planning for classes to take for college...just to make sure you take all the classes you need to in order to get into the kind of college you want. im 14. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im saving up my money to buy a playstation one, 2 ddr mats and the ddr konamix. w/o the tax or shipping &amp; handling, i only needed $4.04. but now i have to add tax and s&amp;h. that stinks. i was so close too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-91034700?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91034700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/91034700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91034700' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-90489625</id><published>2003-03-10T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T16:55:38.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhh...hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't write in this anymore. how sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well last time i sed something about cm...well i passed, and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...i'm listening to the ignition song right now. =D haha. wow i ate so much today...and we are probly going out to eat dinner tonite. -___________- that just means i'll eat more. horrible horrible horrible. stupid new years resolutions. i don't think i even lasted til the beginning of february. in case you never saw my new year's resolution..it was me promising (cough cough..."promising") to not eat wen im not hungry. honestly, how hard could that possibly be? VERY. VERY VERY VERY. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-90489625?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90489625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90489625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90489625' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-90024926</id><published>2003-03-02T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T18:22:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/pv.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;&lt;º&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz/casual.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/quiz" target="_blank"&gt;What's your Style? Find out here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Quiz made by &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://hamazaki.net/kawaii/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chesa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.graffiti.net/psychosai/stars.jpg" alt="i'm a star!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angel-dreams.net"&gt;find out which origami you are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/gfx/fireele.jpg" width="252" height="177"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/ele/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Element Represents You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;kefkafanatic&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet" target="_blank"&gt;mental insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://kurokioku.net/quiz/live/fun.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my way to live&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kurokioku.net/quiz/live/" target="_blank"&gt;What about yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made by &lt;a href="mailto:raven0n@hotmail.com"&gt;rav-chan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-90024926?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90024926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90024926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90024926' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-90011632</id><published>2003-03-02T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T12:44:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blahh..I'm sitting here waiting to leave for CM. Mom has made my wear my contacts, which I don't like, but I hate it even more today because it's windy. &lt;br /&gt;I missed 18 out of like 150 on my theory test, which is good apparently because a lot of people flunked. And I took 1 hour and 10 minute, when some people took like 2½ hours. And I thought I took a looong time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-90011632?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90011632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/90011632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90011632' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-89680444</id><published>2003-02-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T17:35:32.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="arial,helvetica" SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.stvlive.com/oddities/quizme/pointless/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.stvlive.com/oddities/quizme/pointless/results/58.gif" WIDTH="200" HEIGHT="100" BORDER="0" ALT="The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-89680444?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/89680444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/89680444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89680444' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-89630866</id><published>2003-02-23T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T19:04:17.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow...I almost abandoned my blog! Nothing really to say though...GRR our next day off isn't until SPRING BREAK...do you realize how far away that is? MONTHS. Spring Break is in APRIL...its FEBRUARY...gahhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes well...*ahem*. 100-something days til the last day of school. That's not too incredibly far away...(maybe if I keep telling myself that, I'll believe it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-89630866?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/89630866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/89630866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89630866' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88947474</id><published>2003-02-11T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:22:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really...really...really don't like Ms. Hamlin. Aiyeesh...she's not a very good teacher. So we have to write an essay. Our class knows about it, she never really talks about it. But we still know. And then...suddenly a rough draft is due. She doesn't even mention it in class. 5 whole paragraphs. Or so I think, she didn't talk about that either. She is so insane...I bet if she had a class plan for the day, they would never work. She OFTEN lets us out late, and she loses everything. Grr. So I'm trying to stall writing the essay...which is inevitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88947474?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88947474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88947474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88947474' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88684112</id><published>2003-02-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T18:17:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh! Update on my website...all htmly stuff though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for http://www.peachie.nu and http://www.htmlpalace.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days til Music Camp!! [and Valentine's Day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so weird...for my Seventeen magazines..they came in this order: January, March, February. How weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88684112?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88684112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88684112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88684112' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88340112</id><published>2003-01-31T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T11:12:08.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/colortestyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/rose.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/blb.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/wannabedevil.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/raspberryresult.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu" target=new&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/dumbassresult.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peachie.nu/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peachie.nu/acting.gif" 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/3304866-88340112?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88340112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88340112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88340112' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88292921</id><published>2003-01-30T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T15:00:58.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That was KRISTINE'S work down there...whoa...did she post this at 4:16 AM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano today. =( But once that's over...I'm HOME FREE! Err...well I'm free! 3-day weekend! Stinky piano, I'm horrible, I didn't do everything I'm supposed to. I didn't do theory either...but that's just too bad...grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88292921?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88292921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88292921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88292921' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88263330</id><published>2003-01-30T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T04:16:17.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow! Kristine fixed my archives for me!  She's a genius!  Yep!  That's my big sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88263330?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88263330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88263330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88263330' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88245813</id><published>2003-01-29T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T19:31:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oof...where did my archive go? It's all gone? Is this like...a yearly thing or something? Huh? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88245813?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88245813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88245813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88245813' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88233667</id><published>2003-01-29T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T15:25:47.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy one year anniversary blog!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88233667?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88233667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88233667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88233667' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88132525</id><published>2003-01-27T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T18:42:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEA ... 2 MORE DAYS TIL MY BLOGGER ANNIVERSARY!! I've been here for a year...I mean JUST CHECK OUT THAT ARCHIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---------------------- =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88132525?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88132525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88132525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88132525' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-88132287</id><published>2003-01-27T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T18:38:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days have been _________. I don't really know what to put in that blank, it's all kind of mixed. I was unusually happy this morning (especially for a Monday)...I was like...chirpy happy. There wasn't even anything to look forward to. Maybe I had a good dream that...I didn't remember...but subconciously did...? Err, no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little less conversation, blah blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ok well I can't really sing that song. By Elvis...bwahaha yes I like some oldies. Ok....that was just random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have a geometry test, and then the day after I have a final. Isn't that just screwed up? 30 questions on the final...studying shouldn't be too hard. Well...because the way I study is kinda by not spending more than 15 minutes on. Well Joleen and Sarah gave me my birthday presents last Friday&lt;br /&gt;Sarah - Orange stuffed animal doggie, lip bloss, bracelets, and crane paper. Yay..more things to fold! x_X&lt;br /&gt;Joleen - Brown stuffed animal doggie (did they plan this?), pencil and a very detailed card. She wrote a lot. A lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 MORE DAYS TIL MUSIC CAMP! Oh...I need to burn some more CDs. AND NO SCHOOL FRIDAY! =D Woohoo...that means one semester of school is over. And that means only one more semester of HEWES. And then I'll be moving on to bigger and better things! Well...bigger things. Just Foothill. Huge school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was looking online at dresses =D and I saw a very pretty one. Yes..that's all...just thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...one more thing. About a month ago, I ate a homemade pizookie. I was sharing with my mom, until my mom goes, "There are 11 cookie dough squares in here." The squares are about 1x1 (inches), and when baked they're about 3x3. And 11 of them? That means about 5 each. Plus the 3 scoops of ice cream on top. How horrible. But I think we're eating another one tonight. x_X Yum...and potatoes. We love potatoes. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-88132287?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88132287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/88132287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88132287' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-87873832</id><published>2003-01-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T11:51:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming up! Do I have any plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have any Valentine's Day-related plans? No. Do I ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become insanely obsessed with Minesweeper now. I've finished a Beginner game in 3 seconds, and an Intermediate game in 58. Wow, I'm good. Hah well no not really I just play...a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL 2 HAS BEGUN!! Yay!! But my mom doesn't let me watch, because they're on weekdays, of course. But I still watched some of the premiere yesterday. Its so fun to watch people sing, or...try to sing anyways. And Simon is pretty funny too...=D And watching the reactions on their faces to somebody really horrible is fun too...they squint or close their eyes, attempt to cover their ears without looking obvious, and look...disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah okies...byee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-87873832?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87873832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87873832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87873832' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-87450399</id><published>2003-01-14T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T18:25:27.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINALLY watched Harry Potter [number 2]. Good movie. Very long...I wonder how long the other movies for the rest of the books will be because those are even LONGER...o.O aiya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh okay...bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-87450399?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87450399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87450399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87450399' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-87146663</id><published>2003-01-08T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T19:44:43.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my birthday! I'm finally 14...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Stacey and Tiffany decorated my locker with pretty PPG xmas looking wrapping paper [along with a &lt;i&gt;hand-drawn&lt;/i&gt; sign by Stacey!] Tiffany also drew me pretty birthday [or should I say buttday] signs. They both forgot my presents [I'm not complaining!!!] since it was the first day of school. Hey, if I weren't me and if it wasn't my birthday, I would've forgotten too.  Last night Mom and Dad took me to Buca di Beppo. It has really really really good Italian food. When I told somebody at school that I ate there for my birthday, he said, "Have you been in the bathroom? They have pictures of naked people in there..." No, sorry, I didn't go to the bathroom. You should go to Buca di Beppo sometime for the &lt;b&gt;food&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everybody! Especially Mom and Dad, Ziers, Stacey, Tiffany and Mai-Anh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that my birthday countdown is over, now I'm looking forward to January 20th and 31st [DAYS OFF] and then the only thing worth looking forward to after that is February 14th. Not only is that Valentine's Day, it's also another day off and the day I leave for Music camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-87146663?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87146663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87146663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87146663' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-87029370</id><published>2003-01-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T15:24:03.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/londonbelow/quizzes/Which%20Dysfunctional%20Care%20Bear%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/londonbelow/1038910932_erthugbear.jpg" border="0" alt="Thug%20Bear"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-87029370?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87029370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/87029370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87029370' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-86884696</id><published>2003-01-03T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T10:10:40.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha! [hello]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going with my family to BJ's since Kristine is leaving tomorrow to go back to SD. It's very exciting...MM yum. There's only 4 days until my birthday. I remember when I was counting from 60-something. But there's still 4 days until we go back to school...stupid district, starting on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not planning to do anything for my birthday this year, and the reason I have is totally HORRiBLE: I'm too lazy to think of anything. &gt;.&lt; Yes that's terrible but I really am. And then it's kinda late to start planning anything, unless my party is after my actual birthday. Wait, that's an idea. I've thought far enough for today. Aloha! [bye]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha [love], KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-86884696?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/86884696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/86884696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86884696' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-86736673</id><published>2002-12-30T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T23:17:08.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The new year is upon us...2 more days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years Eve's Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 resolutions, hopefully realistic ones. Or semi-realistic.&lt;br /&gt;1) Stand up straight. People are always bugging me about that. Time to make them shut up!&lt;br /&gt;2) Refrain from eating when I'm not hungry. Or eat less when I'm hungry. Or just stop eating when I'm bored. Hmm...that's not realistic. No no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a good New Years Day..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-86736673?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/86736673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/86736673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86736673' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-85822918</id><published>2002-12-10T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T21:12:54.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11 days til Winter vacation! 28 days til my birthday! Oh so exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have to run the mile...bLeH...hopefully I feel extra energized tomorrow! School is pretty boring now...this week will be a lil more busy than usual. First the mile tomorrow, my big French project due Friday, BIG Constitution test Friday...uhh...ok so it's not that much. Haha well I did have a geometry test yesterday and my current even is due tomorrow. So...kinda a lot. No, not really. At least I don't have 3 hour long finals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working a lot on my site lately...http://members.cox.net/vanillacoke. I think it looks so much prettier than it did before, and Kristine is going to bring home some other program that can do more stuff than stupid Netscape Composer can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well regarding my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;I am considering sleeping out on the deck in tents..makes me think of camping. Hehe, but Stacey made a good point. It would be really cold. Well...also Charlyne had another idea of taking pictures with the people I invite and we can shop together to get the same color shirts and stuff. I'm sure everybody would wanna do that...I mean...ShOpPiNg with friends! And pictures! All before school has to start again! Ehh...why must school start on my birthday? At least I'll get to see my friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until 2003!! This year is getting boring...a very eventful year though. I guess, I'm not really thinking about it right now, I just felt like saying that. I already have a New Year's Resolution, and I rarely make any. I'm going to stand up straight...my parents and now even Kristine keep bugging me about it. But it gets me so confused because now it's hard for me to tell whether or not I'm really standing up straight...probably not a good thing. Soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Friday to come! Just because...it'd be &lt;b&gt;FRiDaY&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+::KellyAnn Tsai::+:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-85822918?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85822918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85822918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85822918' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-85416947</id><published>2002-12-02T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T21:09:04.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok this is random but you know how there's all those hater people out there...like certain singer-haters or tv show-haters or actor-haters and stuff...I never knew there were actually people out there who hated THINGS...like Vanilla Coke, and actually used up some time to write a little article about it. Hmm, there are just some amusing people out there. Lalala, right ok...&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai (wow I can type my name so quickly...haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-85416947?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85416947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85416947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85416947' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-85414386</id><published>2002-12-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T20:11:12.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy December. 19 more days til winter vacation. Yay...nothing to do! But I'm always like that...right, ok. Merry Christmas...! Though it's early...I'll just keep reminding everybody! Don't we all love Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-85414386?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85414386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85414386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85414386' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-85240907</id><published>2002-11-28T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T21:26:47.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving! Yay...I would say that I'm "really full" but I'm not, because we ate about 3 hours ago. So no...it's like I didn't eat a lot. Well we're about to play mah jong...fun....I can't believe it's only Thursday. All day I kept thinking it's Saturday, but it's not, thankfully. Um...right well happy thanksgiving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-85240907?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85240907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85240907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85240907' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-85086014</id><published>2002-11-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:29:52.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so hungry...I'm sitting here and I can smell shr-tze-tow (lion head...not literally for anybody who doesn't get...but most, if not all, of you who read this will get it..ok..moving on) and I'm so hungry.  Hmm well there's only 3 days left to Thanksgiving. It's coming so fast, I guess usually I look forward to it so much it takes longer to get here. But this year its like...ok, it's November 20 something...*BAM* whoa it's the week of Thanksgiving. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in English we were talking about patterns in grammar. I couldn't help but notice how the teacher says "patternins". I thought it was funny, so it was actually fun listening to her today, waiting for her to say "patternins" again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr Dad just finished lecturing me on math. It's so boring...he makes me EXPLAIN the theorems to him...I understand them but I can't explain them! Argh...I'm never becoming a teacher. I'd probably like scream at the kids, "THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT HOW CAN YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!?!?" Yep okay...bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:=+&gt; KellyAnn Tsai &lt;+=:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-85086014?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85086014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/85086014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85086014' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-84908371</id><published>2002-11-21T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T21:06:27.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayness, I had a good piano lesson today. I guess that's what I get for actually practicing. No lesson next week, of course! I'm excited for Thanksgiving because of the food; Stacey's excited for the 4-day weekend. That's a good reason too =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't showered or anything yet, I guess I should, because it's already 9 and I'm usually done with everything by now. Tomorrow is finally Friday...next week is only like a 3 day week. How cool is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning. 7:11...I usually wake up at 6:45 so I can take my precious time in the morning. I can sit and do nothing for 10 minutes and I still have like 30 minutes to do stuff. But today...I was practically stuffing food into my mouth. And...I forgot my lunch. That's ok, chips can be filling. Hehe...this is one boring entry. Kristine is coming home on Wednesday. Mom is staying home next week. And I'm off to go take my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..:-+*&amp;#9788;KellyAnn Tsai&amp;#9788;*+-:..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-84908371?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84908371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84908371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84908371' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-84801219</id><published>2002-11-19T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T21:41:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! NEW COMP! Nice and fast, with SOUND. I HAVE SOUND NOW...THAT MEANS I CAN LISTEN TO MUSIC. With a subwoofer too or whatever...translated that means..LoTsA bass...mwahaha...I am so incredibly happy. Lalala...yay for &lt;i&gt;working speakers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is coming up next...next Thursday. Or something. The 28th. I wonder if I'll have to have my piano lesson...hmm...hope not. =D Oo that'd be really cool if I didn't have to. I mean, I'll be so busy giving thanks, how can I have time for piano?!?! Aiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited...back to my comp...WINDOWS XP PROFESSIONAL! I dunno what that means, but whatever...sounds cool. &lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I have Windows XP Professional, what about you?" And to think I used to have...Windows &lt;i&gt;98&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I agree, I'm a little overly excited. WOohoO! (yet again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-:-KellyAnn Tsai-:-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-84801219?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84801219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84801219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84801219' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-84206560</id><published>2002-11-07T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T19:49:14.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY TIFFANY TA!! Yes, today was Tiffany's birthday and she's 13. Well, not till 11 pm tonight. But today Stacey decorated her locker all pretty and last night we wrote a note for her to read...yes, it was very cool. And it's not over yet, Tiffany's party is on SUNDAY! That's only 3 days away. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR TIFFANNNNYYYYYYYYYYY...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its almost Friday! WOohoO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good piano lesson today, only because a few days ago the teacher called my mom really mad because I wasn't making any progress, so my mom yelled at me, made me practice, and in 2 days I practiced my H E A D O F F. So I had a good lesson, but this week I have to practice like crazy again, but at least I have a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we ran the mile, and I got my best time ever: 9 minutes 11 seconds. But maybe I shouldn't have worked so hard, because today my side, legs, and abs (or absence of abs...stomach area) hurt. Ouch. I can't really tell if it hurts now, because now I'm just full from dinner.  So now I just feel fat =P well really, I do. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom bought the Spider-man DVD like last week. I remember when I was obsessed with the movie...eek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-84206560?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84206560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84206560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84206560' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-84041983</id><published>2002-11-04T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T20:26:30.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The dreaded Monday is almost over...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good is happening this week.  &lt;i&gt;Nothing.&lt;/i&gt; At least next Monday is a day off (Veteran's Day)...but that's in an entire week.  Well lately my parents have been talking about when I can start to learn to drive...I can start the DMV classes or get a provisional permit or something when I'm 15. I don't remember...but if I pass all the tests and stuff I should have my driver's license when I'm 17. Or 16. Or something. Blah I don't know...nobody cares, anyways. Hmm well I do...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately school has been really stinky, I hate English the most. Too much stuff to do...and Ms. Hamlin is just...strange sometimes. And she never lets out the H-passes either...haha...oh well...and she talks a lot too. Haha I obviously have nothing to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::+::KellyAnn Tsai::+::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-84041983?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84041983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/84041983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84041983' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83928603</id><published>2002-11-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T11:48:58.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well there's that car wash thing today that started about and hour and a half ago. I don't wanna go...I bet my parents totally forgot and if I told them now they'd be like "Blah blah blah you should've told us earlier, blah blah blah blah." So...I guess I won't go. I feel bad, but I don't wanna go. &lt;i&gt;I have homework to do&lt;/i&gt;. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have art lesson (ugh I'm getting tired of art...maybe I'll quit...) I need to call Charlyne to see if she's going to the workshop on Saturday to see if afterwards I can go home with her and then go to the library to meet up with Phillip. And if not, then...um...oh well. Tomorrow there's a workshop and I'm supposed to have something to play cause I didn't play anything at the last workshop but I have made like no progress (absolutely NO PROGRESS in one whole month...ugh...) and now she's gonna be all mad tomorrow at my lesson. This stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're one of those few people that go to my site almost weekly, stop going, because it will be a loong while until I update. This computer I can't upload anything cause I can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then..67 days til my birthday (you do the math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83928603?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83928603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83928603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83928603' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83862851</id><published>2002-10-31T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T22:32:51.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or treating was fun. Though I didn't look anything like a raver, and Joleen really complained that she didn't look like one so she borrowed one of her friend's old costume. So I basically went trick or treating in my regular clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's no school (thank god). There is a Key Club car wash Saturday. I will probably go, I just don't know when. Art lesson on Saturday. And I have a piano lesson and workshop Sunday. And Sunday I also have to get together with the newspaper group. Fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. But I don't wanna sleep yet. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83862851?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83862851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83862851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83862851' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83850811</id><published>2002-10-31T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T16:46:15.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man...at first I might've been able to trick or treat for only 15 minutes. But after like...wow...almost an hour of phone calls (mom's work, mom's cell, friend's house, piano teacher's house) I finally have it figured out. Sheesh that took a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...well I gotta get all my stuff ready before my mom gets home...so...HaPPy HaLLoWeEn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83850811?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83850811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83850811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83850811' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83800843</id><published>2002-10-30T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T18:03:44.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly bored. I can't wait until tomorrow...besides the free candy (I never even eat half of it) I get to see Joleen...I usually see her only once a week.  She's gonna be my fellow raver. I've mentioned that a lot, haven't I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Costumes:&lt;br /&gt;Stacey:: devil&lt;br /&gt;Phillip and his friend:: the guy from scream and the guy from scream from "scary movie"&lt;br /&gt;Melody and Tiffany H:: guys&lt;br /&gt;Nadia:: a rapper&lt;br /&gt;Lee:: angel&lt;br /&gt;Charlene:: going in her PJs (as Stacey told me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, well tomorrow we hopefully won't get any homework, since like half the school will be at Knotts.  I have piano tomorrow. Ugh. I need to do theory. Ugh. Maybe I'll "forget" it again...haha...ok...that would be bad...umm...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our school had some "Harvest Moon" Halloween Dance. The theme was hillbilly-ish. Is our school strange or what? I didn't go, and when Stacey, Tiffany and me were walking out of school, the dance line was full of little 6th graders. Figures. As Stacey said, "And to think we used to be one of them. *Shudder*." Eek...bad memories =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I obviously have a lot of spare time on my hands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83800843?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83800843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83800843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83800843' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83772588</id><published>2002-10-30T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T07:13:34.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy All Hallow's Eve!  Erm...does anybody even celebrate that? Haha well I'm gonna go trick or treating with my friend Joleen, and we're gonna be ravers. We also got to go shopping together to go find stuff for our costume (aka an excuse to spend more time together). Shh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's like 7 in the morning and I'm writing...I am soo...weird...today I have a history test which I did not study for. So what? If you get to have your notebook out for the test...then why study because the stuff I would study would be right there. Today my French project is due, and the picture I drew doesn't look that much like the original one but I don't care it's close enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the day a bunch of people get to go to Knott's. School will be so empty...mwahaha...shorter lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways Happy Halloween's Eve! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 KellyAnn Tsai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Countdown (for me): 70 days (I'm such a freak)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83772588?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83772588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83772588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83772588' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83526425</id><published>2002-10-25T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T14:44:58.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe I've written every day of the week so far so I've decided to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting sick.  I'm coughing...and my nose gets stuffy.  And there's choir tonight. Maybe I can't sing. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squaredancing is...weird...I had to dance with Jimmy today -.- it was pain. Haha...Stacey kept laughing at me...I laughed too though...I laugh a lot when we square dance. It makes me laugh for some strange reason...it's very amusing I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine is coming home this weekend! Yay...but her car was broken into yesterday. :-( Poor her, poor car. The rim of one of the windows is messed up and there were a bunch of messed up papers lying around.  She said that a few more girls also has had their cars broken into. She says they think it's some suspicious really skinny white guy that walks around doing funny things with a knife that was kicked off before. Hehe she also said he looked like a thug.  A skinny white thug in really baggy jeans...:-D lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want soda. And I need to go bathroom...I've needed to go since 2nd period. Hmm...ok...bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kELLYaNN tSAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83526425?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83526425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83526425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83526425' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83495030</id><published>2002-10-24T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T20:42:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate arguing, I'm arguing/bickering/quarreling or whatever you want to call it with like everybody. Blah, it stinks. I'm also not happy today, maybe that contributes to something...but still, blah. I argue with my friends, and I'm not happy, and it allllllllll stinks. Like poop. Ok, not argue, bicker. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarr...I'm too mad to write, and what makes me madder is that I don't even know what I'm made about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83495030?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83495030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83495030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83495030' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83437089</id><published>2002-10-23T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T19:01:53.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MwAhAhAhAhAhAhAhA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ok, um, nothing really to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. ha. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83437089?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83437089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83437089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83437089' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83378064</id><published>2002-10-22T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T17:35:10.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People can be so annoying. I hate how when you're Asian, people automatically assume you like some other Asian person. Or sometimes when some Asian lady comes onto school campus she's "obviously" your mom, aunt, or some kind of relative, even though she's not. You're "related" to one of your Asian friends. And you're "really smart, and like school." It's like some reflex or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends know what I'm talking about. And with what's happening now (if you don't know, that's too bad, I'm too lazy to explain) it really doesn't seem like a big deal as I reflect on it. But it still annoys me...*shrug* oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice: Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83378064?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83378064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83378064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83378064' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83325818</id><published>2002-10-21T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T17:59:47.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Math stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristine coming home this weekend! YaOhAn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83325818?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83325818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83325818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83325818' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83091895</id><published>2002-10-16T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T18:15:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In one of my friend's profile, I saw something kind of like this:  I have friends that care, [her bff's name here], [another name] and [another name]. my 3 best friends, always caring.  I used to be one of those best friends (so it was a year ago...), and now I'm not one of them anymore.  I don't want to sound whiny, but I guess that's what I sound like to whoever's reading this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call that girl Sara.  I used to be close to Sara, and when I read that, it hurt me.  It really shouldn't have, because I don't talk to her anymore, never e-mail her, never talk to her online, never call her.  I'm not a good advice giver, and not even a good conversation maker.  I'm just...blah.  I know I used to be one of her best friends, I knew that that was when I talked to her, we saw each other at least once a week, we chatted online and everything.  So I know, I know, it takes work and you actually have to be close to them.  So it's stupid, really.  But yet I complain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her was in September.  The last time I saw her before that was in June.  We're drifting apart, but I know there's really nothing I can do about it.  It's not right for me to complain and whine, because it's as if I'm expecting her to start doing everything.  But I'm honestly not.  I DO realize that I could actually start talking to her, but I don' trust my conversation making skills.  Even when we DiD keep in touch, our conversations weren't long very often.  I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why those words in her profile hurt me.  It really is all my fault, and of course she has the right to say whatever she wants.  And she has the right to say who are her best friends.  It's not like I expected to be one of her best friends anymore.  It's not as if it's my right.  I still consider her one of my best friends.  I think I don't want to realize that our friendship is basically over.  It sounds to depressing to say that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing all of this for pity, or for attention, or even to be friends with Sara again.  Of course I'd like to be great friends with her again, but this is not why I'm writing.  I'm writing because I was actually trying to do my hw when I read the profile and it kept distracting me.  So I had to write.  Stacey, if you're reading this, please don't overreact.  I know I'm sounding all deep and depressing and sad and all...but it's just...I actually don't know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83091895?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83091895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83091895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83091895' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-83090719</id><published>2002-10-16T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T17:45:52.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have officially decided not to go to Knott's Scary Farm.  So when practically everybody I know (ok..exaggeration) is having fun, I'll be watching tv at home! WOOHOO! Hehe...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from South Coast Plaza with my French class.  We were there to look at French stores...it was fun, except that all the stuff was expensive (not like I expected anything cheap.)  There was some women's business suit for like $1575...a scarf for $200...I ended up spending $4.47 on food.  It was fun though, but I haven't played piano yet but I hope I don't have too.  I have "a lot of homework."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the two entries below were when I went to www.dizzied.com and www.echoica.net.  Good sites, well actually, they have good quizzes.  So if you're ever bored, remember...my blog has links!!  Well I can't believe it's only Wednesday...it's supposed to be at least Thursday.  I have a piano lesson tomorrow :(  and I have none of my CM pieces memorized..and it's been like months too.  :-( I hate myself I hate myself I hate myself.  And procrastination.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe I'll go sleepover at somebody's house this weekend. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off do to math hw!  YeaYyyy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-83090719?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83090719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/83090719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83090719' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-82987242</id><published>2002-10-14T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T18:44:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/images/quizresultunicorn.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in these modern times. Unicorns are pure and incurruptible. In China, unicorns symbolised gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some potchers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prised possesion, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when disattached from the unicorn's body, the magic was suggnificantly reduced and could only protect against poison. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spirling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color. Congradulations, you are a rarity amoung mythical beasts. There aren't enough of people like you in the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What mythical beast best represents you?&lt;a href="http://www.yayajon.com/watercircle/beastquiz.html"&gt; Take the quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/jester.gif" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nekorevolution.net/test/t_pastlife.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What Was Your PastLife?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roxydoll.com/~erin/quiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.roxydoll.com/~erin/quiz/yellow.gif" border=0 alt="Take the M&amp;M's Test @ Rasberry Rain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/tiny.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/antisocial.html"&gt;take the antisocial test.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. because laura's feeling social.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/wall.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/buttquiz.html"&gt;take the butt quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. why not visit the site of someone who made a quiz about butts?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/murder.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/deathquiz.html"&gt;take the death quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go to mewing.net. laura = great.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/picfive.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i thought this picture was pretty, laura of &lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;mewing.net&lt;/a&gt; told me this: "you are a deranged, demented individual who enjoys storing corpses in your freezer, next to hungry-man tv dinners and minute made orange juice. you were most likely tied to a pole and treated like a dog from the ages of three to six. you went to the high school prom with your cousin, who forgot to buy you a corsage, and who hit on your math teacher. you often drink your own blood. occasionally, you play a mean game of tennis and/or backgammon, and it is true that you are a lefty and your preferred drink is budlite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/image.html"&gt;whatever will laura tell you??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/fake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/fault.html"&gt;take the "what's my fault" quiz.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;(and then browse around mewing.net. because laura is cool.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.nyu.edu/~lap250/mew.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/cryquiz.html"&gt;what's &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; 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be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/ target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/foundation.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm a foundation. &lt;a href=http://www.facebeneath.net/quiz/makeup/ target=_blank&gt;what type of make up are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;quiz made by &lt;a href=http://www.facebeneath.net target=_blank&gt;muna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.visibletears.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://quiz.visibletears.com/song/lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which song describes you the best?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gaijindesign.com/lawriemalen/jedi/jedimaster.jpg" width="285" height="123" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;:: how jedi are you? ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shokraw.com/angelina/lara.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shokraw.com/angelinatest.html"&gt;Which Angelina Are You?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/pooh.gif" width="300" height="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drudabear.com/cheerbearaward.jpg"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.drudabear.com/quiz.htm"&gt;See what Care Bear you are.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="8" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#CCCCCC" WIDTH="300"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER" WIDTH="30"&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#000000" CELLPADDING="1" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="CENTER" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0" BGCOLOR="#0033FF" WIDTH="15" HEIGHT="15"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD NOWRAP&gt; 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href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82987242' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-82928556</id><published>2002-10-13T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T11:45:59.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dizzied.com/spin" target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/artsy_bum.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dizzied.com/spin" target=New&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img3.ranchoweb.com/images/sunnie/onoff_off.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-82928556?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82928556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82928556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82928556' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-82124596</id><published>2002-09-25T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T19:11:34.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It used to be that when I saw those tv shows showing teens to have an attitude like "my parents are put on this earth to ruin my life" or "my life stinks" or "everything stinks" I never thought I'd be any of those things...and now I'm getting crabby all the time. Its no fun. Mostly to my parents, I snap back at them, but then right after I feel bad. And mean. Just mean..mean mean mean. I think my parents would understand, after all, they had Kristine first.. she was probably like that too. Sure, I'm just hoping she used to be like that. Hoping a lot. But it just feels so weird..I never really thought I'd be crabby. Or have problems with school, friends, clothes (ugh...that makes me sound so shallow...), and guys, and actually &lt;i&gt;worrying&lt;/i&gt; about my grades. In elementary school none of this happened, school was fine..I was practically guaranteed an A in all the subjects, after all, I didn't think the tests were all that hard...in the long run. Friends..it used to be no unwanted friends, no surges of jealousy, nothing really to annoy you. Middle school is so different, and I don't know why this is finally getting in to me in 8th grade, the third year at Hewes. I guess when you're in 6th grade, you're still practically living in elementary school, so it all doesn't really matter. Whether people like you or not is of no concern to you, cause I mean...you're 6th graders...nobody cares about you anyways. 7th grade you think you're all cool, since all you know is that you're out of 6th grade, and into 7th. As long as you've got your friends, nobody matters. But other people start to matter more, and other people's opinions do too. Why is that? I don't like caring about what other people think of me. 8th grade...as of now everybody else matters the most. It's as if you need to make and appearance, and I guess that's when you show everybody who you really are...or trying to be the person you think everybody likes. Something that Mrs. Aust said at the beginning of the school year assembly still sticks in my head: "You 8th graders have a reputation and you don't even know it." Yea, right. But what if it's true? Afterall, last year the 8th graders seemed like some big huge people who knew who they were and almost everybody knew their name. And you knew who was popular (I don't want to sound stereotypical but this is my school we're talking about...it's just so obvious)..and who wasn't so popular, even if they weren't in your own grade. But I don't know. I'll probably have it figured out by the end of the year, when we're going to start 9th grade..high school. Just thinking about it makes me scared. When I was younger people in high school seemed so adult, and now it's one year until I'm in high school and I don't feel very adult. Or very mature, for that matter. I just feel like some 13½ year old who's in 8th grade. But I'm glad I have my friends...Stacey and Tiffany. They make it so much easier...when we're all together we don't care about anybody else. I try not to care about what anybody else thinks when I'm alone or with them, and I don't know if it's a good thing or just denial. I wonder if all the things I'm talking about is what other people growing up think about. Does it even matter? No...no no no. Now I just want the end of the year to come...I'm actually excited for promotion. Even though there's about 160 some school days left til the end of the year...8th grade isn't all that wonderful or terrible. It just...&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;. You're just the oldest and the biggest and one grade older. Promotion would actually be my first real dance, not the cheesy ones, but a real one. Or so I've heard. Well this makes me sound like I'm in a rush to grow up, but no. I guess I like this age, and if all the things I think about...never happened..then I guess my life would be pretty dull. It's not like I can decide what naturally comes into my thoughts. But I think I'm still apprehensive about this whole growing up thing...but I guess I'll get over it. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-82124596?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82124596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82124596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82124596' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-82019778</id><published>2002-09-23T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T17:45:56.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Charmed 2 hour season premiere was last night! It's pretty exciting...every Sunday something to look forward to besides the fact that the next day is a school day! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Kristine and Dickson are at Disneyland right now, and that's where they've been all day...throughout my whole school day. French, Science, Geometry, P.E., English, History and Production Art, and they were at Disneyland. Aiya well...at least it's hot out today so they're suffering somehow! :-P teehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...well about choir...it seems so different. I don't know, I don't know why it feels so different and weird and whatnot. It's just not the same. Not like it's a bad thing...it's just really...really different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiy well I honestly have nothing to say...well I do but that's like diary stuff! And this is not a diary..people read it. And they can't know anything! BWaHaHa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~.:.-+-KeLLyAnN TsAi-+-.:.~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-82019778?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82019778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/82019778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82019778' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-81535023</id><published>2002-09-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T19:31:30.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About a week ago I meant to post another blog, except it was being retarded, so it didn't show. And it was wonderfully long, too! Hehe well school has started, and the second week is coming to an end. So far I guess it's not the biggest pain...yet. But it's pretty cool to be in 8th grade...it feels so superior. Haha! Well tomorrow is *Friday the 13th* and we have a Back to School Dance. As if I'm going. The theme is some Hawaii-ian thing again...like half of the other dances last year. But our theme for school this year is "Stay on Board the Wave of Success" and last year it was "Wave of the Future." Seeing any resemblance? So all the decorations will be the same at dances...and promotion dance. Maybe not the same, but very...very...very very very similar. How cool is that...:-\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One choir rehearsal has passed, and it's so weird because I'm one of the oldest. Half of the people there are 9 years old, some are 11ish, and then there's a few 7th graders and, me, the 8th grader and Jennifer is I think a 9th grader. I was trying to decorate the ugly binder, except that I drew in pencil, then tried to erase, and it only kinda worked. And then I wrote in gel pen, but then I didn't like it so i washed it off with water, so now my binder has weird marks on it. But sure, whatever, it's just the binder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crystaldream.sphosting.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/crystaldream/chenny.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...+...The OnE &amp; OnLy...+...&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-81535023?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/81535023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/81535023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81535023' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-80708052</id><published>2002-08-25T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T18:28:01.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allo! Yesterday I got back from Canada, the long vacation. Wow it was...long. Pretty cool, seeing different places and stuff. But I hate hiking, and that's what we did a lot. But it was really fun, too bad you couldn't be there ;-) Aiy well there's 10 days until school starts...and I need to spend some time with friends! Hopefully I can with Stacey and Charlene next week...I better! Hah well anyways happy birthday Charlene! Teehee...I'm really not in the mood to write and you don't wanna hear about my vacation. Hehe well I did see an amusing sign at a 76 gas station...&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-80708052?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/80708052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/80708052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80708052' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-79672026</id><published>2002-07-31T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-31T20:58:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I find annoying? Whenever I know I'm gonna go shopping soon, I go online and look at the clothes to get an idea of what I want to buy.  I get all hyped up about it, and then I try it on, and I'm MoStLy sure I want it, not 100% sure. So I don't buy it. And then, later, I regret not buying it. And even though I wasn't sure I wanted it I aLwAyS know that I'll regret it later. Aiya, that's me! Well that happened when I went to the Block with my mom the other day, so I hope I can go with Stacey after SYMF (Mommy'll probably say no) and go to the Block and take pix. I wouldn't wanna shop and take pix so soon, except that on Thursday we're leaving for Canada and Stacey has summer school. But maybe one day like on Tuesday or something Kristine can take me and Stacey there, after the summer school...hopefully Stacey's mom would let her go even though she gets homework. We were also planning a sleepover but I don't see that happening anytime soon. If only stinky SYMF didn't interfere! Hmm...well tomorrow is Thursday (not Canada Thursday!) and, as I expected...no plans! I won't even bother asking if I can go with Stacey to the Block tomorrow because it's the week "before SYMF" as Mommy says. :-( That just stinks!  And in a way I NEED to shop because we're going to canada and I only have 2 pairs of pants, and only one that I really wear, and it needs to last 16 days. Well at least we're ALMOST guaranteed back to school shopping...:-D ok that is all, I just had to mope about how I should've bought that shirt and that pair of pants that I saw the other day, and how SYMF stinks and ruins all my plans (not like I had many in the first place) and how Canada should be cool except that THAT interferes with my plans too...well there's at the least a week of summer after we get back from Canada to go shopping and take pix and stuff...but...I wanna shop NoW! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...+...ThE OnE &amp; OnLy...+...&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-79672026?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/79672026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/79672026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79672026' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-78992510</id><published>2002-07-15T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T15:45:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...there's supposed to be a post between this one and the previous one.  But it's being retarded, and not working, so i'll just write again!  Last weekend Kristine and her boyfriend Dickson came over to our house.  It was fun, because we got to play Life. And the last time I played Life was at my birthday, so you can imagine how long ago THAT was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say (unfortunately).  I would say whatever I said in my post on 7/12/2002, except I won't in case it suddenly shows up.  But I doubt that.  But if it still doesn't show up I'll post later on. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...+...ThE OnE &amp; OnLy...+...&lt;br /&gt;VaNiLLa CoKe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-78992510?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78992510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78992510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78992510' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-78894766</id><published>2002-07-12T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T22:51:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom has given me things to do over the summer.  First, I have to do some Algebra CD-ROM. I take these little "examinations" everyday filled with 20 questions each. And, my god, it SuCkS!  Also, everyday I am required to go outside and play some basketball "until I get tired".  Last, my mom's friend gave me a picture to draw/paint (of course, my mom's idea), and so that's what I'm working on.  I'm not exactly complaing.  Well, I'm complaining about the Algebra thing, because...eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Kristine and her boyfriend Dickson are coming to our house!  They are staying for the weekend.  Kristine says that we (Dickson, Kristine and me...or is it I) get to play Life!  Yay...she says Dickson has never played Life.  Never?!?  I find that hard to believe.  Well I am very excited, but I hope that Dickson will talk more because when we're all eating dinner together, nobody really talks.  Normally I would be talking, but not when PeOpLe are around...haha.  I just talk about weird things, and I ramble, and the things I talk about are just plain boring!  Sheesh, even I admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded "How Great Art Thou" and listened it on WinAmp.  How Great Art Thou is the song Charlene and I played for the handbell duet.  Apparently it's some church song, and Elvis sang a song called "How Great Art Thou".  Weird, huh?  I should listen to that Elvis version sometime...hehe that would be fun.  I also downloaded some piano songs (not BORING classical piano songs, the piano songs that are in movies and such).  Right now I'm listening to Mandy Moore...the songs she sang in A Walk to Remember (figures I'd listen to those songs, I watched the movie recently).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the secret admirer things, a new discovery!  While I was guessing names (you have to give them the e-mail address of the person you're guessing) I found out that it sent a "Someone Likes You!" e-mails to them.  Well &lt;b&gt;that's&lt;/b&gt; stupid.  I mean, it's just a stinkin' GuEsS and they go and send a crush e-mail.  *rolls eyes*...stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkIe DoKiE! Bye bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...+...ThE OnE &amp; OnLy...+...&lt;br /&gt;KellyAnn Tsai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-78894766?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78894766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78894766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78894766' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-78755042</id><published>2002-07-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T18:19:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we got back from camping a few days ago.  It was fun, but I think the most pathetic thing was how Joleen and I rafted 3 days in a row just for the sake of doing &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt;.  The first time was fun, because, obviously, it was the first time!  But I can honestly say...we weren't very good.  The second time Joleen, Yeesheen, Yusheen, Joleen and I went in one raft and Joleen's brother and cousin went in the other.  And joy of all joys, we were splashed. A lot. Yusheen kept yelling, "Stop! Stop!" (we were soaking wet, so you'd think they'd have the decency to stop) but nooo...I don't think they quite understand our language. The 3rd time Joleen and I went with Joleen's mom and Heidi, my cousin's boyfriend's sister. I guess it was kinda fun that time, but not really, since it was the 3rd time...sheesh. Well it ended up Joleen and I couldn't drive to or back from Yosemite together since I got there a day before Joleen and she left a day before me.  But it was fun...I got her to remember to buy me tall sandals for Christmas..(you know, the ones my mom won't let me buy). Hehe...I just have to share that with somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is going pretty well considering the fact that I'm doing nothing. In fact, as of now, I haven't been out of the house yet.  But later we get to go to Mervyn's...yay. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot...I got one of those "secret admirer" things today.  I'm supposed to guess names, and so I guessed all my friends (the friends that I know they're e-mail addresses to...the e-mail address is required when you guess) but they didn't send it. Just in case it was a fun lil prank...I guess I don't show much trust.  I'm just ignoring it right now since I e-mailed Stacey about it but she hasn't replied and I don't know what to do. But I guess that's of no interest to anybody reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4LW4YS &amp; F0R3V3R...KellyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-78755042?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78755042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78755042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78755042' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-78214399</id><published>2002-06-26T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T00:40:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the boredested person in the world! My summer has consisted of nothingness the whole way through so far.  Don't take me wrong, it's totally kinda fun!  Well, at least we're going camping next Tuesday, and I'm very excited.  I need to burn CDs for the trip there.  I've made 3 lists of CD mixes and then 2 of my friends have listed songs too.  So if I burn the CDs I want to, and then add the ones i already have, I'll have a grand total of: 7 CDs to bring!  Just about 1 CD per hour.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Kristine, Miranda and I went up to Kristine's apartment for some maintenence check.  We also ate lunch at Island's (yum yum) and we went to Torrey Pines beach afterwards.  Now i have a bag of cool shells which I'm probably going to lose soon.  But that's ok.  Also, we looked at tide pools and played with sea anenomes..fun fun!  We also saw dolphins...DoLpHiNs!  No professional to show us, no boat, &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; saw it.  Actually, these other people at the tide pool pointed them out to us, but I don't think that's important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, I just remembered that I have art lesson tomorrow (or should I say today) and then I still have to make up another lesson.  Poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, KellyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-78214399?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78214399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/78214399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78214399' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-77717307</id><published>2002-06-13T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T16:38:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so excited! the entire school year is basically over, though you could probably really say that today was the last day of school. monday, tuesday, and wednesday are all minimum days, and friday we're cleaning out our lockers, etc. today i'm going to help kristine clean out her college dorm and take her home. my job? help her take down all those tiny glow in the dark stars from the walls. all four of them. plus the door. oh, joy, joy, i'm getting so excited! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days til camping! joleen and i are very excited...if kristine doesn't go then we can share a tent! on the way there (and back) i can ride in joleen's car..or the other way around. does it even matter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at this blog..and..my goodness..i have nothing to write about! *sigh* i need to do something that's actually *exciting* in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, KellyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-77717307?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/77717307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/77717307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77717307' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-77159034</id><published>2002-05-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T15:57:12.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la dee da...im starting to sorda know how to whistle! i am impressed...but i am impressed easily. haha. yes, well anyway...i am going to try to make a long blog entry, but don't i almost always say that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been sitting here for about 5 minutes, and i haven't said a word. so today, i feel like making a record short!&lt;br /&gt;latest news...then *POOF* im gone: im going to get a haircut! for the dinner party, im in the first group. my spider-man soundtrack arrived! annual concert coming up...wish me luck on the duet! oo and only 20 days til the last day of school! i remember wen i was counting from 19 days til spring break...so it's actually pretty soon...sorda..okies..well..g2g (not! jus leaving anyways!) bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my countdowns ~&lt;br /&gt;Annual Concert Countdown: 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Project Countdown: 7 days! &lt;br /&gt;Summer Countdown: 20 days! &lt;br /&gt;Camping Countdown: 35 days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, KellyAnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-77159034?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/77159034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/77159034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77159034' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-76820683</id><published>2002-05-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T18:07:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The countdown to summer begins...&lt;br /&gt;29 days left.  29 days left until my freedom.  29 days til ultimate swimming, shopping, and sleeping.  only 29 days....*sigh* the only thing preventing me from going crazy is the fact that there's still one more project..darn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my mom so much.  one day she calls me over..."Is this what you want?" she points to the computer. on the computer, is a picture of the spider-man soundtrack. i love my mom so much...tho im not as obsessed with spider-man anymore. which pretty much is a good thing...i think i was over-obsessed. if there's such thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...the past 5 days have been STAR testing...oh my..the headaches it causes.  all those bubbles to fill in and all those (stupid) examples...ugh...i will stop talking of this, to make me forget faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say..except results for the last quizzes i have taken..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://liquid2k.com/lilacdemile/fairytale.JPG" border=1&gt;&lt;br&gt; Take the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lila_divinitys_creature/quiz.html" target="new"&gt;"What Kind of Dreamer Are You"&lt;/a&gt;Quiz&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/lilacdemile" target="_blank"&gt;LilacDemile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/q1.htm" target="new"&gt;What High School&lt;br /&gt;Stereotype Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz, by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/labile"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, KellyAnn &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-76820683?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/76820683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/76820683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76820683' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-76191064</id><published>2002-05-05T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T21:25:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the month of May.&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago i went to Stacey's b-day party!  fun fun..we watched spider-man.  SPIDER-MAN IS SUCH A COOL MOVIE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say that a hero can save us&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stand here and wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles&lt;br /&gt;Watch as they all fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the chorus to one of the Spider-man songs! :-D teehee...i am an obsessed freak. i want to get the soundtrack and DVD, and i would want a poster but i know that if i actually ever did buy one i would just keep it in my room rolled up with a rubberband and it would sit under my desk gathering dust. so i won't. but i love the songs and the movie...especially the movie. *sigh*...Stacey and I are officially fans of the movie...not the actor. BUT STACEY AND ME LOVE SPIDY! lol...naw, there's a difference between TobEy Maguire and Spider-Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like this whole *growing up* stage...! too many things happening to me and my friends. Tiffany got a kiss, but then now hates the guy that gave her the kiss, and now has another ^boy^. Stacey had some guy issues and family issues and just as i thought that my life wasn't going to get too dramatic...it happened.  the landmark of my "growing up"...the difference of being in 6th and 7th grade...my &lt;b&gt;|:|Teenage Years|:| &lt;/b&gt; haha i sound so stupid saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only a month and a half til school is out...til SCHOOL IS OUT! considering, that is not a lot. only one and a half more months or Mr. Valdez's lectures, Mrs. Yoshida's "surprise quizzes", Madame Burgess's "hairy french", and fights in science to be #1. too bad i have 3 stinking projects to think about, all of them which i have like..err...NOT started on.  but nevertheless, i am planning my summer agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; take individual pics of me, since the last one i took was in 5th grade...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; take group pics, because....because.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shop with kristine! spend mommy and daddy's money for stuff for us! &lt;br /&gt;&gt; SWIM (once i buy a bathing suit..one more reason to go shopping!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; eat ice cream...like in spring break, eat ice cream everyday. HA! well, who knows? maybe i'll really end up doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hmm....there is no doubt in my mind that mommy'll sign me up for a summer thing...as long as it's not UCI or a sports camp, i'll be fine. o ya, and stacey must come with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last note: Spider-Man! i told you, i am an obsessed freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~VanillaCoke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-76191064?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/76191064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/76191064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76191064' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-11462767</id><published>2002-04-04T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T13:58:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya..ok...so i haven't written in a while. ok..maybe an entire month..hehe. well, this past weekend was music camp. possibly and probably my last one, because i'm probly not going to choir next year. it was fun, and finally, FINALLY, we got to go horseback riding. my horse's name was Dezi...dark brown and unfortunately did poop on the ride. eww, stinky stink. well, at music camp we played a LOT of cards...a lot of Speed, actually. and for the first time ever, we went to Palomar Mountain (the music camp place) by bus. not any bus...but a TOUR bus. fancy pancy..! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is Spring Break (yay!) but it's going by too fast. but i think i am watching way too much tv, but that's just me. i've discovered a lot of new tv shows and i'm eating a lot more food...mm..food...yum yum. i have made it my daily requirement to have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and ice cream every day. at least every day of this Spring Break. no, probly not good for me, but who cares? i don't weigh enough, i think i'm underweight. so maybe i should eat a lot of food..hmm..good idea! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk everybody, nothing else to say, except: sorry i haven't been updating my site, and i really should since it's Spring Break, but i'm too lazy :o) yup yup that's me!&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-11462767?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/11462767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/11462767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11462767' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-10337552</id><published>2002-03-03T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-03T12:26:56.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally! CM is over! it wasn't that bad actually...i think i did pretty ok. but i wonder about the theory part....hmm...i'll get it back soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin and her fiance came over yesterday and we hand ing-tsa..mmm! we ate a lot...i feel full just thinking about it. we saw her pretty ring and we looked through a wedding magazine...it was only about 450 pages or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i'm updating is because *someone* forced me to and i really have nothing to say...except:&lt;br /&gt;~no challenge yet&lt;br /&gt;~kristine is going back to the dorms today&lt;br /&gt;exciting..ain't it? really...i am speechless...so goodbye everybody..my shortest entry so far!&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-10337552?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/10337552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/10337552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10337552' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-10125398</id><published>2002-02-25T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-26T15:08:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still can't believe it! it seems so weird, i never really thought that my cousin would get engaged! i mean, i knew it would happen but...*gasp* how surprising. and you know what that means? i get to go to a wedding of someone i know well! wow, that's a first. it's crazy...so shocking i can't believe it even though i've known the news for a few days now! and if you want a vague description of my face right now, it looks something like this &lt;b&gt;:-O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever fenced before? me neither...but that's what we're doing in P.E. how intersting, ain't it? and we've also done sumo wrestling, folk football, juggling, and tomorrow we get to joust. but personally, i think i know enough about jousting--i've seen "A Knight's Tale"! from that movie i can say jousting is where knights ride on horses and charge toward each other with long pokey sticks--i think so, anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday again, and it's now official: 30 days (counting weekends too) until we have a schoolday off. A WHOLE MONTH? i can't wait that long! it's impossible! in band news, i sTiLL haven't had my challenge yet. now, i'm not exactly expecting it. i mean, it's been put off how long? a week (and a half)...or maybe more..o watevr. i don't care...or do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely nothing to say, but if anything significant comes up, i'll be sure to tell. but then again, with my wonderful memory, i will forget. so until next time...&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-10125398?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/10125398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/10125398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#10125398' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-9804316</id><published>2002-02-16T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-16T20:04:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i go, sitting in front of the comp with my bottle of ramune, getting ready for a decently long blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now v-day iz over and here is my list of valentiny treats: lip gloss, 2 choco lips, a letter, reese's peanut butter cup, small box of chocolate, stickers, and a hershey's Symphony choco bar (ya, never heard of it either) that is about (my guess) 5-6 inches wide and 3-4 inches tall. ooo..heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have taken on a new hobby of collecting fortune cookie fortunes. that'll probly last til about this time next week, but no harm in trying. my fortune: All journeys begin with one small step. i couldn't help but thinking about my current piano dilemma, where i hafta finish memorizing a song...and how the fortune is o so very right. how "motivated" i feel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristine is home, and we are planning to see "crossroads"! hehe...just for fun. just wait til i get to school monday morning and: "hey, i went to see crossroads this weekend, you kno, the one with britney spears in it?" i wonder if that movie's even pretty good. monday we're going to carlsbad to go shop @ an outlet. how exciting! i love it when kristine comes home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had my band challenge yet. thursday &lt;b&gt;the challenger&lt;/b&gt; was absent and friday the teacher forgot. so i'll have my challenge monday. but of course i'll win! i am Super Me, able to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ramune is now gone and i have nothing to sustain me anymore through this blog. actually, it's more like i have nothing to say. i guess my life isn't as interesting as i thought. :o)&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-9804316?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9804316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9804316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9804316' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-9708559</id><published>2002-02-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T20:45:29.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is pre-valentines day and post-chinese new yr! (is that right?) well, i got my hong bao...vewy happy! although i haven't finished my valentinies yet...i'll get ta it...FRIDAY! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had such a DiZzY dAy! first i go to school. well, that's enough ta make give ya a headache, but i've gotten DiZziEr! while at home, the doorbell rings...and whoops..it's dizi time! forgot all about that...! that takes away one hour of my hw time, which i could've put to use. and then, i go to art. buh bye....2 hours! and in just 3 hours, a whole 3 hours of my lesson time is gone! hehe. and then my dad picks me up from art...LATE but that's ok. so then we go to buy chinese fooooood for dinner...from the place Chinese Food. that took about 35 minutes bcause we ordered soop and they forgot to take our order. oops. so i got home at 8, and so 4 hours of hw time gone! and then i eat, as fast as my mouth can go! i wonder how fast my cpm (chews per minute!) is. i had wonton soup, which made it harder to eat fast because it was so hot. and now here i am, finally finished with hw and i have accomplished a lot...i guess you could say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in band i found out--TADA!--tomorrow's my challenge day! i have to play songs that we've been playing for a long time, so i guess that's ok. and besides, if i lose, i can sit next to tiffffny! but personally i hope i win so i can teach.......&lt;b&gt;the challenger&lt;/b&gt;........ not to mess with me again! mwahahahaha! i am ALL POWERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-9708559?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9708559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9708559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9708559' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-9630401</id><published>2002-02-11T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T20:44:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new yr eve! excited just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;ningo &amp; stackeroooo...lyke da fruit test? itsa very cuties..i was cherry flavoured :-)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make dis entry short because i want to go watch the olympics. &lt;br /&gt;blogger was being retarded earlier today preventing me from doing my entry...stoooopid. &lt;br /&gt;i'm glad on tuesday we don't have mrs. pest-pest-pestoooooolesi. ugh...did mrs. clark really think we'd like her betta? watever...yea right. i finished making valentines for all my fwends...i kno they're luv them because they're from *moi*. &lt;br /&gt;i take french @ school so i think i'll put a lil of my education in action:&lt;br /&gt;j'adore la glace, j'adore le chat, je deteste le football americain.&lt;br /&gt;bye for now! olympics here i come!&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-9630401?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9630401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9630401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9630401' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-9563562</id><published>2002-02-09T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-11T16:04:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay..saturday...5 days til valentine's day...and more importantly, 3 days until CHINESE NEW YEAR! gong shee fa tsai hong bao na ly! :o) tomorrow is my piano recital, along with my friend's little sister's birthday...how old is she now anyways? i can't wait til the end of march, in which i can spend my weekend in palomar (or where ever we're going) with my kwyre. kristine is equally excited about it because she gets to have one siblingless weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cxkjjuhh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message from kitty cat paisley, who (again) has jumped on top of the computer moniter. so far it has served two purposes. a bed, and a place to spy out the window. i'm just afraid she's going ot break the moniter someday. &lt;br /&gt;well, i've gots nothing to do...i guess i'll go watch tv :-)&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-9563562?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9563562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9563562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_02_01_archive.html#9563562' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3304866.post-9179329</id><published>2002-01-29T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-29T18:06:21.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first entry!&lt;br /&gt;well, nearly half of the school year finally over, the end of the semester is on friday (no school day!). that means a free day of doing nothing, watching tv, playing on the comp, etc. hehe. friday zie zie comes home too from UCSD and take back her stinky ex-moldy refridgerator that has been sitting in our backyard for about 3 weeks. when are you going to take it home? o well, at least it doesn't smell anymore.  i've finished my hw and it seems very appropriate to say that "i FINALLY finished my hw! i have soooo much" but to zie zie and ningo, well, my hw load compared to theirs is nothing. lol, well, nothing to say so c ya laterz!&lt;br /&gt;~Vanilla Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3304866-9179329?l=vanillacoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9179329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3304866/posts/default/9179329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanillacoke.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9179329' title=''/><author><name>KellyAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00319104994943382619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
