<?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-2468234520124698582</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:40:42.663-06:00</updated><category term='ramble'/><category term='morons'/><category term='drake'/><category term='assholes'/><category term='kim gets motivation from drakus'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='bright eyes makes me depressed even with their happy songs'/><category term='intro'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='kim is quite a fan of college'/><category term='dipshits'/><category term='skype'/><category term='bakery'/><category term='haters are shit'/><category term='prom dress'/><category term='fangirls'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='prom date'/><category term='levi'/><category term='kim is outed by a random boy she met and also FUCKING loves college life'/><category term='good day hopefully'/><category term='stickam'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='kim likes a boy a lot and he has a girlfriend and it sucks so big'/><category term='kim is depressed'/><category term='family'/><category term='kim likes to text'/><category term='kim is bored so she surfs etsy for sweet deals'/><category term='shitty excuses'/><category term='sick'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='kim loves katrina'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>use your kimagination</title><subtitle type='html'>my name is kimbrrrrrly on youtube and this is where i come to write when i don't feel like videoing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-1218456066410814286</id><published>2008-10-09T13:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:58:02.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim is bored so she surfs etsy for sweet deals'/><title type='text'>etsy.com = amazing</title><content type='html'>So I am home for fall break right now, and I've spent the majority of my time spent in my house playing around on &lt;a href="www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; and looking for cute things to buy... And seriously? I've found a ton! 6 dresses for under $100 combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2njvx5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/4qjw35.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/35jyx3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/14wyla0.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/30krbpz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-1218456066410814286?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/1218456066410814286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=1218456066410814286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1218456066410814286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1218456066410814286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/10/etsycom-amazing.html' title='etsy.com = amazing'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2njvx5k_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-4761968904301441345</id><published>2008-09-30T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:25:08.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim is quite a fan of college'/><title type='text'>i love college.</title><content type='html'>So I know that I expressed how much I love college in my last vid, but I didn't really get to list why. Since I've gotten here, I have done a lot of the typical college things that you do-- Stay up REALLLLLLY late, sleepover in boys dorms just because you can, eat junk food all day one day and eat nothing the next, go to parties, find a job, go to class, pull an all-nighter. Those are some typical things that go along with being a college freshman and being away from home for the first time in your life for any extended period of time (without chaperones), but for me, there has been SO much more than all of that, too. I've mastered the art of making the best out of cafeteria food, come a few steps closer to perfecting my yoga practices, nearly been arrested, put 2 more holes in my head and separated the DNA out of an onion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great month and a half so far... I can't wait to see what the rest of this semester, year, and the next 3 years have in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-4761968904301441345?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/4761968904301441345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=4761968904301441345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/4761968904301441345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/4761968904301441345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-college.html' title='i love college.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-2189344936804085908</id><published>2008-09-29T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:25:37.907-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim gets motivation from drakus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[8:37:55 AM] kimberlina says: dont make me go to class.&lt;br /&gt;[8:38:11 AM] Drake sizzzz says: Go to class&lt;br /&gt;[8:38:15 AM] kimberlina says: hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to be a good friend, Drakus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-2189344936804085908?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/2189344936804085908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=2189344936804085908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2189344936804085908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2189344936804085908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/09/83755-am-kimberlina-says-dont-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-6782487990419767577</id><published>2008-09-14T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:09:50.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bright eyes makes me depressed even with their happy songs'/><title type='text'>first day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;first day of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bright eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;i swear i was born right in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;i went out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything changed&lt;br /&gt;they're spreading blankets on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours is the first face that i saw&lt;br /&gt;i think i was blind before i met you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know where i am&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know where i've been&lt;br /&gt;but i know where i want to go&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought i'd let you know&lt;br /&gt;yeah, these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;i especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;but i realize that i need you&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if you could come home...&lt;br /&gt;mmmm mmmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time you drove all night&lt;br /&gt;just to meet me in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was strange&lt;br /&gt;you said everything had changed&lt;br /&gt;you felt as if you'd just woke up&lt;br /&gt;and you said &lt;br /&gt;"this is the first day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i didn't die before i met you&lt;br /&gt;but now i don't care&lt;br /&gt;i could go anywhere with you&lt;br /&gt;and i'd probably be happy."&lt;br /&gt;so if you want to be with me&lt;br /&gt;with these things, there's no telling&lt;br /&gt;we just have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather be working for a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;than waiting to win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, maybe this time it's different&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really think you like me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-6782487990419767577?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/6782487990419767577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=6782487990419767577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/6782487990419767577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/6782487990419767577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-my-life.html' title='first day of my life'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-2018608089558701222</id><published>2008-09-08T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:58:35.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim likes a boy a lot and he has a girlfriend and it sucks so big'/><title type='text'>i wish this wasn't my life.</title><content type='html'>Okay so here it is, your choice, it's simple. Her, or me. And I'm sure she's really great, but (Eric), I love you... In a really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window... Unfortunate way that makes me hate-you-love-you, love you... So pick me. Choose me. Love &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Meredith Grey a'la Grey's Anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-2018608089558701222?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/2018608089558701222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=2018608089558701222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2018608089558701222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2018608089558701222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-this-wasnt-my-life.html' title='i wish this wasn&apos;t my life.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-3273486972521928324</id><published>2008-07-01T03:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:16:58.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim loves katrina'/><title type='text'>the reason why kat and i dont talk online.</title><content type='html'>kat: beye dikk &lt;br /&gt;kat: DOLL &lt;br /&gt;kat: NOT DICK &lt;br /&gt;kat: HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim: D: &lt;br /&gt;kim: best typo ever &lt;br /&gt;kim: that's like &lt;br /&gt;kim: night bitch! &lt;br /&gt;kim: i meant sweetie.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat: ngiht cunt &lt;br /&gt;kat: i mean bffl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim: ahahahah &lt;br /&gt;kim: good night assface &lt;br /&gt;kim: i mean pumpkin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-3273486972521928324?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/3273486972521928324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=3273486972521928324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/3273486972521928324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/3273486972521928324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/07/reason-why-kat-and-i-dont-talk-online.html' title='the reason why kat and i dont talk online.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-8998442240731154727</id><published>2008-06-26T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:05:16.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters are shit'/><title type='text'>not in the mood to be depressed.</title><content type='html'>I really love the fact that now that I have almost 500 subscribers, I've got &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kegbod26"&gt;some&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/scooter4LYF"&gt;haters&lt;/a&gt;... And neither of them have the balls to put up videos of their own, or even a profile picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh. Way to try and make my perfect day suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werhwpejapowjepaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New subject.&lt;br /&gt;So the manager at my old job was murdered the other day... I'm really... Shocked. His girlfriend's ex waited for him outside her apartment at like 5 AM Monday morning, and when he left for work the guy approached him and they argued, and then the guy shot Dean (my manager), who ran, but the guy caught up with him and shot him a few more times... I just... I'm in total and complete shock. Who the fuck thinks it is their right to take someone else's life? If you want to kill yourself, that is your own decision and although it emotionally affects some people, it only physically affects you and YOUR life... But to plot and kill someone else is just fucking sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-8998442240731154727?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/8998442240731154727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=8998442240731154727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/8998442240731154727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/8998442240731154727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-in-mood-to-be-depressed.html' title='not in the mood to be depressed.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-6455735615091381116</id><published>2008-06-11T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:10:54.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim is depressed'/><title type='text'>feeling sad.. so here's a sad song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the ice is getting thinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;death cab&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same, dear&lt;br /&gt;as we used to be&lt;br /&gt;the seasons have changed&lt;br /&gt;and so have we&lt;br /&gt;there was little we could say&lt;br /&gt;and even less that we could do&lt;br /&gt;to stop the ice from getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;under me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we buried our love&lt;br /&gt;in the wintery grave&lt;br /&gt;a lump in the snow&lt;br /&gt;was all that remained&lt;br /&gt;though we stayed by it's side&lt;br /&gt;as the days turned to weeks&lt;br /&gt;and the ice kept getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;with every word that we'd speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when spring arrived&lt;br /&gt;we were taken by surprise&lt;br /&gt;when the flows under our feet&lt;br /&gt;bled into the sea&lt;br /&gt;and nothing was left for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not the same, dear&lt;br /&gt;and it seems to me&lt;br /&gt;there's nowhere we can go&lt;br /&gt;with nothing underneath&lt;br /&gt;then it saddens me to say&lt;br /&gt;what we both knew was true&lt;br /&gt;that the ice was getting thinner&lt;br /&gt;under me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ice was getting thinner under me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been an emotional rollercoaster. I don't normally talk about personal issues on here but... Wow. What has happened this week had too much of a hold on who I am to let it slip by without mention. A friend of mine passed away on Friday morning. She went into a diabetic coma and her organs shut down and she didn't make it. She was 22. Her younger brother, one of my really good friends, found her in her apartment, unconscious Tuesday or Wednesday and she was in the coma for a few days before she finally passed on... Her funeral was today. It was one of the hardest things to watch... Brandon, my friend, get up and sing songs and play his guitar to lead the congregation in the hymns that he picked out specifically for the sister that he was so close to. I have no idea how he managed to do that, seeing as I could barely choke out the words I was crying so heavily... And the most heart-wrenching thing was watching him kneel down to kiss his sister's casket at the burial. I nearly lost it. My heart goes out to him, the rest of his family and all of the friends of his and hers and ours that were there today... And of course, to Courtney, may she rest in peace with God in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tonight, I finally decided to tell the guy I liked that I liked him... And rejection. I wasn't expecting anything else, but it still stings a little bit. I figured I was already down, it would be better to stay down a little longer than to get up and get kicked down again. I'm just feeling really... Depressed. Down and out and just shitty in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the up-side... I leave for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.bonnaroo.com"&gt;bonnaroo&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow morning. I get home on Sunday and then Monday morning I leave for church camp. I'll be back Friday and I'm just so excited to be getting out of town. I'm glad to not have to go to work for a week and a half and to not have to be around Dex because I'll just be sad for a little while and... I'm just done with feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of your weeks are going a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-- And also. I just want to say thanks so much to everyone who has watched my most recent video and commented/rated/subscribed because I really put so so SO much fucking effort into that thing, it's a little ridiculous haha. I especially want to thank &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/walllofweird"&gt;Katrina&lt;/a&gt; for featuring my video on her channel for a few days and for embedding it on her &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.walllofweird.net"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; because I gained about 25 subscribers since then, and I now have over 5,000 views on the video so just a special thanks to her because that made my week a little better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I hope you guys are having a great summer/winter. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-6455735615091381116?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/6455735615091381116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=6455735615091381116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/6455735615091381116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/6455735615091381116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-sad-so-heres-sad-song.html' title='feeling sad.. so here&apos;s a sad song.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-1795091561777735086</id><published>2008-06-05T14:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:08:23.244-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim is outed by a random boy she met and also FUCKING loves college life'/><title type='text'>my first geek moment of college.</title><content type='html'>So I had orientation for college on Tuesday/Wednesday, and I met these 3 guys that I hung out with practically the whole time. Richard and Stephen are from about 30 minutes north of me, and Chris is from Arkansas... Anyway- So we had this huge party thing for the group in the rec center with inflatable twister and jousting and giant bowling and stuff... And that ended at 11, so afterwards the boys and I decided to go walk the strip. So we did. We went to starbucks and Buffalo Wild Wings just to sit and talk and we're chatting and Chris is just starting at me and I'm like "Christopher! WHAT are you looking at?" And he goes "You look really familiar... You don't... This is gonna sound dumb, but you don't make videos on youtube do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I could've died.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he's watched my videos before. I almost peed my pants I was so embarassed. Hahahahaha. I'm going to love college. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-1795091561777735086?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/1795091561777735086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=1795091561777735086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1795091561777735086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1795091561777735086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-geek-moment-of-college.html' title='my first geek moment of college.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-3042301365810651005</id><published>2008-05-07T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:24:24.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drake'/><title type='text'>drakus is my bffl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[6:05:37 PM] kimberlina says: I didn't have to work today :)&lt;br /&gt;[6:05:57 PM] drake sizzle says: YAY!&lt;br /&gt;[6:06:32 PM] kimberlina says: Yep&lt;br /&gt;[6:06:39 PM] kimberlina says: However&lt;br /&gt;[6:06:41 PM] kimberlina says: I do want a milkshake. :(&lt;br /&gt;[6:07:21 PM] drake sizzle says: No&lt;br /&gt;[6:07:26 PM] kimberlina says: What?&lt;br /&gt;[6:07:39 PM] drake sizzle says: you'll bring all the boys to the yard.&lt;br /&gt;[6:07:46 PM] kimberlina says: LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;[6:07:50 PM] drake sizzle says: they'll make a mess&lt;br /&gt;[6:08:00 PM] drake sizzle says: and wont help pick up&lt;br /&gt;[6:08:06 PM] drake sizzle says: just like last time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-3042301365810651005?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/3042301365810651005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=3042301365810651005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/3042301365810651005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/3042301365810651005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/05/drakus-is-my-bffl.html' title='drakus is my bffl.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-7288469986292344648</id><published>2008-05-04T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:20:59.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim likes to text'/><title type='text'>txt convo with kat #1</title><content type='html'>kat: hi love&lt;br /&gt;kim: yo yo yiggity yo&lt;br /&gt;kat: you haz crush?&lt;br /&gt;kim: :)&lt;br /&gt;kat: Levi?&lt;br /&gt;kim: no... a real boy. his name is dexter.&lt;br /&gt;kat: neat. does he have a laboratory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-7288469986292344648?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/7288469986292344648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=7288469986292344648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/7288469986292344648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/7288469986292344648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/05/txt-convo-with-kat-1.html' title='txt convo with kat #1'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-5381188612647822670</id><published>2008-04-30T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:53:27.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>life as i know it.</title><content type='html'>So I'm having a pretty good week... other than the fact that I am dying, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my new cell phone yesterday and I totally adore it!&lt;br /&gt;Today is session 2 of my 3 part detention. It's an hour. I finished my dumb book for english which PISSED ME OFF because it FINALLY got happy and then ended like garbage. SO SAD... But I'm gonna start reading Looking for Alaska while I'm in there today, so get excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a bunch of fun video ideas-- I just have to wait for&lt;br /&gt;A. Time to film them&lt;br /&gt;B. Time to space them apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. There's gonna be something really fun coming up really soon! I just have to wait on a day when I look EXTRA cute to film! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... So yeah. I'm really sick. I went to the doctor yesterday and she was like "Well you're definitely sick, but since you said it started about 9 days ago and this sickness usually lasts between 10 and 13 days, we're just gonna let you wait it out... And if it gets worse or doesn't get better, call me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Except not really cause I'm still dying. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job yesterday and I LOVE it. It's so much fun! And everything inside the bakery is sooo pretty... Not to mention the managers are like the nicest people I've ever met in my entire life. I think it's because it is a family owned/operated business that the people aren't really concerned with impressing the corporate people, you know? They're the only bakery in my town, and I never knew a bakery like that could be so busy! It's so much fun, though. I really really love it. Can't wait to go back tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Plus... Free chess squares don't hurt, either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really good. Graduation is right around the corner. My last class is next Friday! SQUEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-5381188612647822670?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/5381188612647822670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=5381188612647822670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/5381188612647822670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/5381188612647822670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='life as i know it.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-1321351360217810612</id><published>2008-04-21T03:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T03:08:21.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drake'/><title type='text'>i join in on epic skype chats.</title><content type='html'>levi: a few weeks ago someone sent me this link to a profile where someone had uploaded all of my videos and was pretending to be me.&lt;br /&gt;kim: i bet they wanted all the fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;levi: well i don't... there's only one fangirl for me, kim.&lt;br /&gt;kim: ... drake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I love these boys! They're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DRAKE. HERE'S YOUR EFFING ENTRY KTHX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-1321351360217810612?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/1321351360217810612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=1321351360217810612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1321351360217810612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/1321351360217810612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-join-in-on-epic-skype-chats.html' title='i join in on epic skype chats.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-2859069824542643268</id><published>2008-04-12T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:29:47.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stickam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good day hopefully'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for those of you who DON'T know... Tonight is ~prom~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, despite the fact that my date was being a total shit head last weekend, he sucked up a whooooooooooole bunch to me this week to the point where he's kind of tolerable. I'll have PLENTY of pictures up on myspace and facebook and I'll probably do a little photo montage of senior week for my youtube channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who didn't watch my latest video (or didn't get all the way through it because it was FOR REAL 8 million years long) here's a picture of my dress and my accessories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRONT OF THE DRESS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/sblbmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/sblbmt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK OF THE DRESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/ixt7i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i28.tinypic.com/ixt7i1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCESSORIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/ta28hw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/ta28hw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... I'm on Stickam now, my URL is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stickam.com/kimaginary"&gt;http://www.stickam.com/kimaginary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So check it out sometime. I never really launch my own live channel, but I am frequently hanging out in Drake or BooderMcDoo's rooms. Haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i28.tinypic.com/ixt7i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-2859069824542643268?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/2859069824542643268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=2859069824542643268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2859069824542643268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2859069824542643268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/sblbmt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-2122163305011308549</id><published>2008-04-06T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:09:39.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dipshits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='assholes'/><title type='text'>everything i touch turns to shit.</title><content type='html'>So it just so happens that I picked, not ONLY the biggest idiot ever for my prom date, but he's also a total asshole... Some things happened Friday night (as you saw with my video) and then last night we had a "serious discussion" in which he basically told me that he would never date me because I'm just &lt;em&gt;athletic&lt;/em&gt; enough for him. I told him he has a lot to learn about women... I probably should have listened to everyone when they told me what a complete piece of shit he is, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt (because that's what I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;) and he was nice for like 2.5 seconds and then just turned into a dipshit-- But you know what? It's okay. Because he doesn't really know ANY of the people we're going to prom with, so I'm going to look stunning and him... Well... I'll just ignore him the entire night. It'll totally be times, I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly about getting to be on the top of the bus-- But I totally don't even have jewelry yet. Or shoes. Or an appointment/style for my hair. Fuckfuckfuck! Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-2122163305011308549?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/2122163305011308549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=2122163305011308549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2122163305011308549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2122163305011308549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/04/everything-i-touch-turns-to-shit.html' title='everything i touch turns to shit.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-7848914441508092406</id><published>2008-03-30T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:34:22.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>life goes on.</title><content type='html'>I got a prom date! He's gorgeous and I'm pretty sure that our group is going to have a phenomenal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However-- Spring break is over and that makes me soooo sooo soo... SOSOSO sad. I worked 10 hours today. Doubles on Sundays SUCKKKKKKK at Red Robin because we get those church people that come to lunch RIGHT after church so as soon as we are open we are slammed. It gets really tiring. Half the kitchen was pulling doubles, too, so we were all extra tired and things went really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know spring break is over and that is sad, but I'm actually really excited for stuff to come. Senior Week is fast approaching which is excellent, not to mention prom and graduation, which brings Bonnaroo, camp and my trip to Germany even closer as well! I'm so excited for what the rest of the year has in store for me before I make the transition up to Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed early for a change! Good night you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-7848914441508092406?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/7848914441508092406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=7848914441508092406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/7848914441508092406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/7848914441508092406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-goes-on.html' title='life goes on.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-2910476563341214542</id><published>2008-03-26T00:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:46:23.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>things that were wrong with today</title><content type='html'>1. i woke up at 7... 8... 9... and 11.&lt;br /&gt;2. i think i may've caught my mom's stomach virus&lt;br /&gt;3. the jam i ate turned out to be expired. (even though it tasted fine! :\)&lt;br /&gt;4. when i went on my bike ride, i almost died 20 or so times trying to avoid the gnat clouds. they slow me down and make me cry. :\&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't get to visit my older sister this weekend. :(&lt;br /&gt;6. my mom thinks i'm a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. today was kind of made of suck until tonight when i hung out with my friend Jon. We ate dinner and made videos on the iMacs at Best Buy. Haha, maybe someone will post them on youtube. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-2910476563341214542?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/2910476563341214542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=2910476563341214542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2910476563341214542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/2910476563341214542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-that-were-wrong-with-today.html' title='things that were wrong with today'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-507245807789871900</id><published>2008-03-23T19:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:25:07.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitty excuses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is Easter, as most of you all know. (If you couldn't tell by the sudden abundance of starburst jellybeans, cadbury eggs and pastel ANYTHING around your house/local wal-mart.) and... I had to work a double today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off pretty craptastic with my dad waking me up at 5:48 this morning and letting me know I would have to drive my sister to church at 7 because my mom was sick and couldn't take her. This annoyed me greatly not only because A. it was 5:48 in the morning, B. my church is a 20 minute drive from my house, which means wasting gas + taking up a lot of time but also because C. it meant doing something for my sister. I know that sounds terrible, but if you knew my sister (being one of the most un-compassionate, bitchy people I've ever met in my LIFE.) you'd understand. I almost fell asleep a few times on the way home. I shouldn't put my heat up so high and listen to death cab &lt;strike&gt;to subdue my anger&lt;/strike&gt; when I've only had 4 hours of sleep. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went back home and back to bed, got up at 9:30 and went to work. They cut me at 2, came back in at 5 and they wouldn't let me clock in... And we had 4 tables. FOUR and it was our normal peak hour for business. My manager made me close and then let me go home after like... An hour and a half in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oaweojawojeoaj. Sometimes I really hate my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible because I haven't uploaded a video-- And by video, I mean an ACTUAL video-- in over a week. I was totally going to get ALL of my videos/clips for collabs done last night, but my mom got sick so my dad slept in the office which is right next to my bedroom, and I talk really loud so he totally would've heard me which would've not been good. Especially since it was past midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is too long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch August Rush and eat oreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-507245807789871900?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/507245807789871900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=507245807789871900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/507245807789871900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/507245807789871900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2468234520124698582.post-5523319421477807382</id><published>2008-03-23T00:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:18:28.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>this is my introduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a448.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/69/l_bc96c7450aee444732b50f6c25458267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a448.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/69/l_bc96c7450aee444732b50f6c25458267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=5918110&amp;amp;albumID=106126&amp;amp;imageID=25878246"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola to all of you out there. It's Kim here, or "kimbrrrrrly" as you all might know me on youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. I guess this is where I tell you a little bit about myself, considering my videos online don't say much. I'm 18, my favorite color is green and I eat fruit loops in rainbow order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Harry Potter, I've played the flute since 5th grade, I hate math and Katrina (walllofweird on youtube) is my mother. We aren't sure who my dad is yet, it's TBD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a closet youtuber, no one... Scratch that, ONE person I am friends with (whom I randomly met when I was in NYC) knows I make videos, and I didn't even let him see them... So it's kind of on the DL for me right now, but who knows, maybe once I head off to college I'll stop caring what people think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fat chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2468234520124698582-5523319421477807382?l=kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/feeds/5523319421477807382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2468234520124698582&amp;postID=5523319421477807382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/5523319421477807382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2468234520124698582/posts/default/5523319421477807382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimbrrrrrly.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-my-introduction.html' title='this is my introduction.'/><author><name>kim.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16765349148911890254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YYjxLc2Rxig/SPIGU0KVn1I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/aU7bZo-4H4w/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
