<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338</id><updated>2009-10-12T19:51:30.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my uber crazy life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-8666690833963602714</id><published>2007-08-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:48:43.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N22LgVqXBWc/RtC7ULMI-LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/iY-aW2cwOG8/s1600-h/vacation+and+more!+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102784333086259378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N22LgVqXBWc/RtC7ULMI-LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/iY-aW2cwOG8/s320/vacation+and+more!+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, so i haven't been on here since march so here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;david is gay now....i thought you'd all like that little update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wait, why am i saying "you all" when there's only, like, one person reading this???? eh, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;-- this person next to me is chris (more commonly known as "trampy").  he's one of my best friends that i can't live without.  especially this year because he's the only one in ANY of my classes.  i started having a miniature panic attack when i got my schedule because i learned that i shared classes and lunch with hardly anyone that i knew.  luckily, he's in my lunch along with history and chemistry.  so...yay. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;band started up again....it gets funner every year.  is "funner" even a word?  i don't know, but you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;high school musical did well.  we sold out for all four nights.  it was crazy.  i never expected to get that excited over a school musical.  it doesn't really hit you until the night of the show that all of the people are there to see &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;and to see you perform a story that they love.  i also never really realized how much these little kids look up to the characters.  out in the lobby, little girls were declaring "i want sharpay's clothes" or "i want to be just like gabriella because she's so nice".  that pressure makes you want to do better, to top yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really want to do annie, rent, or chicago for our next  musical, but those wouldn't happen.  one of the directors definitely won't do them because she's  a pain, and the other one reeeaally wants to do les miserables.  i don't mean to burst the one lady's bubble, but les miserables is kind of risque for a high school show.  my friend suggested cats, but i don't want to see some people prancing around in jumpsuits (shudder).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i'll start up my story again.  you know, the liam one.  i've completely revamped the storyline so now i think i'll start getting it out here.  this should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;peace out, boy scout =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-8666690833963602714?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8666690833963602714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=8666690833963602714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/8666690833963602714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/8666690833963602714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-so-i-havent-been-on-here-since-march.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N22LgVqXBWc/RtC7ULMI-LI/AAAAAAAAAAg/iY-aW2cwOG8/s72-c/vacation+and+more!+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-8497389039874506029</id><published>2007-03-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:43:42.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up to do</title><content type='html'>holy crap it's been forever.....i should be sleeping but whatever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new? well...my boyfriend dumped me the day after his birthday, i turned 15 on wednesday, and my show starts this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, josh knows the whole story...but basically i buy him his present and the next day he dumps me.  ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! was my reaction.  he goes "you're all mopey and i just can't date someone who's depressed"  so there went that but it's all good cuz i sort of like someone else now and no one likes him.  :D  but yeah he'll talk to me and it's like um....yeah don't you have other friends? o that's right.......YOU DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was on wednesday and i got great presents.  by bff got me a necklace and earrings and my other two friends got me a light-up bouncy ball (it's cooler than it sounds TRUST ME) and a high school musical songbook for saxophone (cuz i'm not enough of a band geek) and i'm FINALLY getting my room done it'll look awesome....maybe i'll post before and after pics on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my school's show starts this week....and it's my first show so this is a big deal i'm so excited.  and who doesn't love high school musical????? (ok....don't answer that) my part's pretty easy....just roll on the floor and make an idiot out of myself...i don't even have to get into character LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah it's almost 3 in the morning so i'm out for now.......or maybe a while......idk byee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-8497389039874506029?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8497389039874506029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=8497389039874506029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/8497389039874506029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/8497389039874506029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2007/03/catching-up-to-do.html' title='catching up to do'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-2884132485718749662</id><published>2006-11-19T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:27:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey everybody it's me.  Wow, I haven't been on here in a while. SOOO much has happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First, I got a boyfriend a couple weeks ago.  It just came out of nowhere.  This one girl said, "Did you know David likes you??" and I just thought to myself, "Wait, a guy likes me? In that way?! WOOOOOO-HOOOOO!!!!" And then he asked me out that Friday.  It was pretty cute because he told everyone and it was really sweet.   We're going to the Holiday Ball together next month together.  He already bought his suit, but I still need a dress! I find this sort of funny because I have a date but no dress, and my friend has a dress but no date.  She's so jealous but she thinks it's funny too.  He's so wonderful, it's crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, marching band season is over, and I could feel the melancholy on Friday night.  I kept having the feeling that I was supposed to be at the high school at 4:30 to get ready for our next game.  There's sort of a void now, but I'll find something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm not sure if anyone has seen the new Order of the Phoenix pictures over at Mugglenet, but they are so cool!  I was sort of surprised when I saw the picture of Harry kissing Cho, because I thought that I would be devastated.   I used to be &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with Daniel Radcliffe, so I was surprised when I really didn't feel sad at all.  Maybe it's because I have a boyfriend now, so I don't need to worship good-looking British actors from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm watching the Steeler's game against the Browns.  They had better not lose.  I mean really, it's the &lt;em&gt;Cleveland Browns&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-2884132485718749662?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2884132485718749662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=2884132485718749662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/2884132485718749662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/2884132485718749662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-everybody-its-me.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-116061432237815334</id><published>2006-10-11T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:52:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 BAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/1600/austin%20powers%20drum%20major.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/320/austin%20powers%20drum%20major.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/1600/shiny%20band%20trophy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/320/shiny%20band%20trophy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I do! Marching band has been so amazing that it's one of the only reasons I get up in the morning! Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Everyone in band is a real person, not someone who pretends to be nice to your face and then talks about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;2) There's an almost unattainable level of perfection that you strive to reach, and it reflects how you feel about other things. Last year, I would do the very minimum in my schoolwork, but now I'm always like, "Okay, how can I make this look neater?" or "Does that exactly follow the rubric?" and other stuff like that. It makes you want to be perfect, or do the very best you possibly could.&lt;br /&gt;3) I take criticism better now. We did a band competition (we actually didn't do too shabby for our school's first ever competition band. Our school has NEVER DONE COMPETITIONS BEFORE. We got an 80.24 out of a possible 100 and got second place in AAA class!) and there was definitely stuff that needed to be fixed, so the judges pointed it out on the tapes and we're going to address that in practice on Thursday. I don't see it as a major flaw really, just something we need to improve on. And it goes the same way with everything else. In cheerleading, my coach always tells me how to properly do a backhandspring. Before, it always felt like she was picking out and blowing up all the things I was doing wrong, but she's just trying to help me do it right, and that's the way I'd prefer to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is awessome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drum major (the person who leads the band on the pedestal thing) for Woodland Hills dressed is dressed like Austin Powers because that was their band's theme. We were too cool for a costume for the drum major, so we got this shiny trophy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace out, gangster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-116061432237815334?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/116061432237815334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=116061432237815334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/116061432237815334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/116061432237815334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-3-band.html' title='I &lt;3 BAND!'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115930363709198254</id><published>2006-09-26T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T13:47:17.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/1600/hermywithherhandsfullagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/320/hermywithherhandsfullagain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why, oh, why did I sign up for ALL HONORS CLASSES?! WWHHYYYYYYYY??? All this junk is going to my head and I barely have any free time. This really sucks. The stupid thing is that I thought I could handle it, but obvioulsy not. I would rather be getting A's in my classes like I did last year, but that's just not an option (I think I have a C in science. Boy, my parents'll be REALLY happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report cards will probably be really fun too (rolls eyes) . The worst part of it is, I feel like a liar right now. I told my parents that I would be able to handle all honors classes, cheerleading, AND band, and I can't. There, I said it. I. Can't. Handle it. I feel like I lied to them, and I feel guilty when people say things like, "Wow, Katelyn, you're amazing! I don't know how you do it!" because I can't do it. I have the darkest circles under my eyes you wouldn't even believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm just tired. All of this stuff is simply exhausting me to the point where I have an almost daily emotional breakdown. My activities, problems with my friends and family, slipping grades, and lack of sleep are really taking a toll on me. If you could see me, I look like I'm wasted (for the record, I'm not). Freshman year is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other things are getting better, I guess.  If there are any people here who read the part about Ophelia and Ashley, you would be shocked to know that Ophelia's dad started talking to my mom again. He literally said hello and told her that the weather was nice.  Strange.  (I don't know if I told you this, but this whole ordeal in our neighborhood involves our parents too. How screwed up is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot to apologize for not writing for a whole month, though it feels like more.  It was so pathetic, I forgot my username for this site I had to go find it in my PBJ (Pre-Blogger Diary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cute picture of Hermione at mugglenet.com. It fits how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, gangster. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115930363709198254?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115930363709198254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115930363709198254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115930363709198254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115930363709198254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-heck-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?!'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115662742276253003</id><published>2006-08-26T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T14:32:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so NOT ready for school</title><content type='html'>remember that frankenstein book i had to read???? yeah, i sort of put it off until the last week before school starts so i should be doing that right now, but my parents aren't here so ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this guy at mcdonald's that i work with that always flirts with me. he thinks he can have me but he can't ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally gots sims 2 thank gawd!!! it's soo fun, but it's nothing without the expansion packs or the downloadable content. i'll have to take care of that. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/1600/sora%20kickin%20arse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="9" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/200/sora%20kickin%20arse.jpg" width="9" 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/29119338-115662742276253003?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115662742276253003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115662742276253003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115662742276253003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115662742276253003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-not-ready-for-school.html' title='so NOT ready for school'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115517074098305781</id><published>2006-08-09T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:45:41.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August sucks...</title><content type='html'>It's official: I am a loser.  Today, I was stood up for a sleepover with someone who I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; would be happy to see me and do stuff with me after not seeing each other for two months and three weeks and when I tried to find someone else to sleep over I had nobody to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's my fault. I mean, COME ON, I &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; deserved being treated like shit by checking with her mom &lt;em&gt;every few days &lt;/em&gt;to see when she was coming home and going away to band camp the week she came back even though it killed me inside to go.  That being said, I guess that anyone that does that should be ignored and (figuratively)  spat in the face when they didn't do anything in the first place.  That's what you get for being a good friend, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably my fault that I have no other friends too.  I shouldn't be so nice anymore, since everyone seems to like and want to be friends with bitches.  It's like this: Who would you rather be friends with?  The pretty, popular cheerleader that gets all the guys and has all the girls wishing they were her, or the mousy she-nerd that sits in front of you in math class that nobody likes but she always manages to remember when your birthday is or congratulate you on your winning goal in soccer?  Most people pick the sooner, so I guess this has been a rude awakening and a lesson well learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not &lt;em&gt;entirely &lt;/em&gt;to blame.  It's *Ophelia's fault too.  You see, when she moved into my neighborhood,  *Ashlee and I were good friends.  We all got along great until Ophelia started to not talk to me anymore.  I asked her why but she wouldn't tell me so sooner or later, they started full-blown hating me and throwing things at me as I walked past.  I took it up with her mother and she said that Ashlee told them that I told her that I thought Ophelia was stupid but when I confronted Ashlee she said she did nothing of the sort.  But last year around this time she found out that she was moving to North Carolina so she confessed to me that she made everything up about me.  I asked her to explain to Ophelia but she never did so the truth remains unsaid.  Enter *Jessica.  She moves into Ashlee's old house and we become the best of friends.  Jessica goes to Puerto Rico for two months and I highly anticipated her return, but I had to leave for band camp four days before she came back.  When I did come back, things started getting a little strange.  I had noticed that Jessica and Ophelia started hanging out with each other a lot and Jessica kept blowing me off for no reason.  I kept asking her if anything was wrong but she just kept saying that there wasn't any problem so I thought I was just being paranoid and let it slide.  But it kept happening again and again and I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah I'm pretty much hating my life right now, but on a lighter note I almost have my backhandspring.  A happy little piccolo in a symphony of ominous cellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Katelyn, over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115517074098305781?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115517074098305781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115517074098305781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115517074098305781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115517074098305781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-sucks.html' title='August sucks...'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115168466792782598</id><published>2006-06-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:24:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message For Josh</title><content type='html'>i left you a reason as to why i'm boring somewhere on your blog i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115168466792782598?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115168466792782598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115168466792782598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115168466792782598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115168466792782598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/message-for-josh.html' title='A Message For Josh'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115168452155194051</id><published>2006-06-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:22:01.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment and Espresso Fumes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started working at McDonald's, and it sucked.  I have the worst job: Lobby, which pretty much means that I mop the floors and clean off the tables.  It's sort of like a buss-boy (sp?) but with Urkle pants that make my ass look huge.  I only wanted to be the person at the drive-thru window, not Little Miss Junior Janitor!!! This sucks, but THANK GOD I'll be able to do other stuff than that.  You can only clean the same piece of floor so many times before you despise the color red (the color of the tiles).  Which is a shame becuase I was planning on painting my bedroom walls red.  Well, actually orange but it's close enough to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather poetic today, I may even have found a little inspiration for my story, which is good because it's a story worth telling.  This really happened all of a sudden when I walked into The Coffee House.  I guess it's the espresso fumes going to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to convince my parents to let me get AIM.  They're not budging on the MySpace thing, so maybe they'll let me get IM.  I told them that you only talk to people on your buddy list but they're still unsure.  I'll have to ask someone at school about techniques to get them to cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kaelyn, over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115168452155194051?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115168452155194051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115168452155194051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115168452155194051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115168452155194051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/disappointment-and-espresso-fumes.html' title='Disappointment and Espresso Fumes'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115150795781164021</id><published>2006-06-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:19:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings for Flowers</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone.  I haven't posted for a while, so there are a few things that I'll fill you in on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I am now a McDonald's employee.  I start training tomorrow.  It should be fun since a couple of kids that I'm somewhat familiar with work there.  But the best part of it, I guess, would have to be the fact that I'll be getting paid.  Maybe my mom will be more lenient with what I buy since it's my money.  After all, I earned it so why shouldn't I spend it in a way that tickles my fancy?  Wow, I just sounded really weird right there so scratch that last part, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Once again, I am in pain from rigorous cheerleading practice. This time, it's my calf muscles rather than my arms (darn those stupid toe lifts!!!).  Oh yeah, I got my braces tightened a couple days ago and it's still hard to chew, but luckily I'll be getting them off in a few months. Unlucky for me, on the other hand, it won't be in time for school pictures. Wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  I had a very odd dream last night about flowers.  There was this little girl in a garden and she was watering flowers when she came across a black flower and said, "Ew, a black flower!  How ugly!"  She went to rip it out of the ground, but then some disembodied voice said, "Why would you want to rip something so uniquely beautiful out of the ground?"  The little girl replied by saying that it was ugly and she only wanted beautiful flowers in her garden, then the voice chuckled and said, "Well, you're not exactly pretty yourself, but does that make you a bad person?  Of course not.  It's exactly the same with the flower.  You may not think it attractive, but will serve the purpose of feeding the butterflies rather well, and butterflies are beautiful, are they not?  Give it a chance..."  Then I woke up.  Rather strange, right?  I'm not a judgemental person at all, so I have no idea why I would have a dream like this.  If anyone knows someone who interprets dreams, show them this.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kaelyn, over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115150795781164021?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115150795781164021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115150795781164021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115150795781164021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115150795781164021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/mixed-feelings-for-flowers.html' title='Mixed Feelings for Flowers'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-115029855176187606</id><published>2006-06-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T08:22:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in so much pain!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey everybody!!!  yes, i'm in terrible pain from cheerleading.  my legs and my back hurt so bad i can't do much of anything except sit here on this computer.  at least my hands don't hurt, otherwise i'd be screwed.  oh well, i'll just have to find something to do on here since i can't really do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i found a bathing suit i liked when i went suit shopping.  it's a sporty tankini and it makes me look thinner, which isn't bad, but i'd still prefer the ever popular bikini.  most people would prefer me to wear a t-shirt in the pool, since i'd probably make their eyes bleed.  i'm very hard on myself if you couldn't tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;speaking of which, don't you hate it when people who are, like, anorexic looking say "ohmigod, i'm so fat" and then some majorly overweight people say stuff like "i'm so skinny" and then call other people fat? it's so annoying.  i have a friend like that.  she's not exactly in the best of shape if you know what i mean, but she wears a bikini and when we go to the pool she says to me "look at her she shouldn't even be in a one-piece she's so fat."  i'm not saying that overweight people shouldn't be confident about themselves, but some people (like my friend)  should just take a reality check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;on a ligter note, i've found a partial solution to my "post-potter depression"... ~A Series of Unfortunate Events~ it keeps me busy, but since i read unnaturally fast i'll go through them like *snaps fingers* like that.  they're very exciting to read and you almost have no idea what's going to happen (unless "Lemony Snicket", as he likes to be called, tells exactly who's going to die like he does in The Reptile Room like when he says "...it will be Uncle Monty who will die"  so you're just kind of like "gee, thanks for RUINING THE STORY!!!)  but otherwise, they're good to read.  i learned a lot of big words in those books, so they're making me smarter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;oh, yeah i just remembered (sorry if i'm boring you to death with my overly-long blog) that i have to read Frankenstein for Honors 9th Grade English over the summer.  i'm telling you, THAT BOOK IS HARD.  i tried reading the first chapter and i was like "what?" it's strange because i have the kind that have the little vocabulary words in them, but i know the ones that they define. it's the ones they &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; that i don't understand.  i'll probably need a good bit of Tylenol or Motrin or something to get through this assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ta-da!! i'm finally done, and you're probably like "THANK GOD/ALLAH/BUDDA/ANYTHING OR ANYONE ELSE YOU MAY WORSHIP!!!" peace out, dawg. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-115029855176187606?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/115029855176187606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=115029855176187606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115029855176187606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/115029855176187606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-in-so-much-pain.html' title='i&apos;m in so much pain!!!'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-114977342899180617</id><published>2006-06-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T06:30:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>going shopping today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hey everybody! i'm going to the mall today to maybe get a new swimsuit. oh yeah...THAT will be fun...*rolls eyes* to be honest, i really don't wan't to show off my body. i'm really concienscious (gawd i hope i spelled that right) about my body (in other words, i think i'm kinda fat) and none of the stores by me sell cute one pieces. i looked on everythingbutwater.com and they have some really cute stuff, but my mom won't pay over $100 for a swimsuit. so, i guess i'm screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i am suffering from post-potter depression. that pretty much means that i am bored out of my mind until anything harry potter comes out. it stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-114977342899180617?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114977342899180617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=114977342899180617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114977342899180617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114977342899180617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/going-shopping-today.html' title='going shopping today'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-114961483662697833</id><published>2006-06-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:27:16.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erin azen makes me mad</title><content type='html'>yo! today's the last day of school! HOLLA!  i'm so happy because this summer is gonna rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah she makes me mad.  she won't apologize for ignoring me for no reason.  it makes me soo mad. now she's acting like there's nothing wrong! SO ANNOYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-114961483662697833?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114961483662697833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=114961483662697833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114961483662697833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114961483662697833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/erin-azen-makes-me-mad.html' title='erin azen makes me mad'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29119338.post-114918392905144831</id><published>2006-06-01T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:45:29.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey i just joined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/1600/shadowharry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5214/3094/400/shadowharry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heloooo everyone! i'm new here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a thought, people that you talk to on the internet are generally nicer than people you know besides your friends, have you noticed that? like i wish some people that i talk to went to my school cuz they're so nice and they're not afraid to be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah, i don't know if u noticed, but i really like harry potter.  but i mean, like, i REALLY like harry potter.  like, so much it's ridiculous!  my friends seriously think i have problems. but i really don't, i just like harry potter. but i guess that could be a problem since it leads to so much other stuff.   click on the link and see for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/show/103"&gt;http://www.mugglenet.com/app/news/show/103&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29119338-114918392905144831?l=myubercrazylife.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/feeds/114918392905144831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29119338&amp;postID=114918392905144831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114918392905144831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29119338/posts/default/114918392905144831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myubercrazylife.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-i-just-joined.html' title='hey i just joined'/><author><name>&amp;lt;--kaelyn--&amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18169736837151045538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07516570911783118075'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>