tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60233042219236871732024-03-06T00:25:52.972-08:00hi. i'm ky.i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-38978718923882297002011-10-19T13:21:00.000-07:002011-10-19T13:21:16.018-07:00Lazzzzarakis<center><br>For those of you who didn't know yet, Laz is coming to visit me in Tucson for my birthday weekend!!!!
<br>I've posted about it for probsss two weeks now. I am so excited that I just want to scream!
<br>Easily the best birthday surprise ever!
<br>She gets here on my actual birthday, Friday, and it's going to be non-stop until she leaves!
<br>I was looking through some old pictures of us yesterday and I COULD NOT stop laughing.
<br>We've gone through pretty much everything and anything together.
<br>This girl knows when I've done something stupid even when I'm in another state!
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<br>We have gone through so many stages together:
<br>-Too much eyeliner stage
<br>-Matching EVERY part of our outfits stage
<br>-Crimping/waving our hair every Friday stage (my favorite)
<br>-Being the color of leather stage
<br>-Long hair/short hair stage
<br>-And now, the all grown up stage :\
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<br>These pictures are just a little timeline (haha sorry laz!)
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<br>Haha. ohhhhhh we were so pretty
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-52756381750824049392011-10-14T00:50:00.000-07:002011-10-14T00:50:15.781-07:00Sweeeeet Toothhh<center><br>Those of you who know me know I LOVE sugar.
<br>I've been eating kinda bad lately so, I decided to challenge myself last week and ban myself from candy, baked goodies, and sweets to kinda "cleanse" my body.
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<br> umm okay, this is one of the hardest things I've done and I've only made it a week!
<br> My goal is to make it to my birthday, which is a week away!
<br> Laz has been my "sponsor" but, seeing as though Utah is an hour ahead and Meg goes to bed at 9:30 UTAH TIME it's been a challenge!
<br>I'm really hoping the Uswirl cravings go away ASAP!
<br>. I actually feel a lot better so far!
<br>Wish me luck!
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</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-54738473483314547382011-09-30T23:26:00.000-07:002011-09-30T23:26:04.500-07:00"blog about it!"<center>^^This quote has become a frequently used line in Mister Max's vocabulary when he comes out with us granite ladies. (He thinks he's funny!)
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<br>So, Mister Maxwell Maris (Sup's cousin) is leaving the Dirty T in less than a week to go be a diver for the Navy, and I'm gonna miss him! Homeboy is always smiling, making fun of all of us, and he basically knows anything and everything you need to know.. and if he doesn't, he has his trusty iphone!
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<br>For those of you who don't know who Dom Mazzetti is, you need to youtube some of his videos! Max introduced me to the drunk girls video because he claims it reminds him of me and my friends!
<br>"OMG you look so thinnnn. Have you lost weight?"
<br>"OMG the cab's here!!"
<br>ha I died when I watched it.
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Even though Max constantly makes fun of me for blogging, he loves it [and admits it :) ], which is why he gets the honor of having a whole post dedicated to him haha!
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<br>Going to freakingggg miss you Max! Don't worry... "I'll blog about it."
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alwayyyys messin with me!
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<br>Good luck, Navy diver!
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-81319137700482908472011-09-22T00:12:00.000-07:002011-09-22T00:12:34.615-07:00back from the dead<center>Ohhhh hiii! Remember me? Ha apparently real life > blog life lately.
<br>My bad.
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<br>This blog is more of an update/cluster of randomness.
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<br>I've been everywhere the last few weekends. I went to Vegas over Labor Day with the most legit slash fun group of girls I could have gone with. And last weekend, I went to Scottsdale, which was also a nice little getaway. It will be nice to kind of hang out in Tucson this weekend (minus that my parents won't be here for family weekend :( )
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<br>I'm back at it in the cocktail/server world at Champs (miss you Oscars!), but I'm loving it. Everyone I work with rocks and it's easy money. On the downside, it sucks being the rookie because I swear I live there. I wake up.. go to school... go to Champs.. go back to sleep. Somehow I find time to squeeze the necessary homework sesh in there, but it's been a weird transition to balance everything.
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<br>School is semi taking over my life, but that's a given. I guess that's what senior year is for. I am trying to completely avoid having to go into the real world and look for a job as long as I possibly can.
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<br>I'm missing the fam bam, meg, and addy bear more than ever. I've been in Arizona for exactly a month and I'm already homesick (I rock). The stories my mom has been telling me about Adelynne never fail to make me almost cry of laughter. Gotta love her little obsessions/wants.
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<br>My madre and Phil are coming for the Homecoming game against the Utes and I serrrrriously cannot wait! Not sure who to cheer for... which is why I'll be rockin both team's gear
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<b>I've recently became obsessed/reobsessed with:</b></center>
<br>-Pinterest
<br>-Instagram (obvi, who hasn't?)
<br>-www.betcheslovethis.com (OBSESSED/GENIUS!)
<br>-those damn bubble baths (because apparently my body thinks I'm an old lady)
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<b><center>Buggers:</b></center>
<br>-Whyyyyyy do people find it necessary to check-in at the gym or library? It's almost like they want a golden star. buggggs.
<br>-New facebook (but everyone's bitching about it)
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<br>Now all I need is a personal masseuse that provides me with unlimited massages every night and I'll have no complaints!
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xo</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-10849429488624559412011-08-24T22:42:00.000-07:002011-08-24T22:42:34.090-07:00freshhhhh meat<center>Alright guys, I feel old. I'm a senior and it's so weird seeing all of the freshman everywhere. They stick out like sore thumbs though..<br />
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They...<br />
1. get chased down by the Rec employees for bringing oversized bags in..rookies<br />
2. bust out those campus maps like it's their job (I did it too when I was a little guy)<br />
3. talk on their phones WHILE on the eliptical (great work out right?)<br />
4. landyard OR DIEEEE! (can't lose that dorm room key!)<br />
5. rock heels to school (uhh remember high school?)<br />
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Soooooo sickkk.<br />
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xo</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-23978167519910446122011-08-20T21:43:00.000-07:002011-08-20T21:43:51.644-07:00Journey to Tucson<center>These past few days have definitely kept me busy! It was full of driving, running errands, and crying (I'm a baby). <br />
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My dad decided that we were going to leave the big SLC at <b>6 AM</b> on Thursday to head to Tucson... umm yeah.. it was rough (<u>NOT</u> a morning person). I had loaded up the green machine the night before so all I had to do was get up, brush my teeth, and go!<br />
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Of course, right before I leave I start getting all emotional when it came to the dreaded moment of having to say bye to my mom. <br />
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My dad and I drove through Page, Arizona this time, which was awesome because we went right next to Lake Powell (ohhhhh the memories at that lake). <br />
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My dad drove the whole way to Phoenix.. it was great even though I was Queen Uncomfortable/Antsy/Impatient when we got closer and closer. We hit Phoenix rush hour anddddd a dust storm. It was gross. I felt like I needed to brush my teeth the second I walked outside. <br />
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We went to dinner at this delicious pizza place with my dad's cousin, David, then continued on the trek to the dirty T. I drove and it was windy, dark, and dusty. <br />
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It was a fun weekend with my dad. We just ran errands, fixed things that only dads can fix, and ate delicious food (Sauce & Zinburger :])<br />
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After all of our errands were done I took him to the "hang out" aka Dirtbag's. <br />
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I drove him to Casa Grande today where we met David half way from Phoenix so they could go to a car show tonight. Yep, cried when I had to say bye to him too.. I'm weak sauce, I'm aware. <br />
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Overall, it was a fun roadtrip/weekend. The green machine was a champ and racked up around 1,000 miles!<br />
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Can't believe it's <b>SENIOR YEAR</b>!!! <br />
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can't wait. </center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-69487048918311197002011-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:002011-08-16T11:47:14.221-07:00Grobeee!<center>On Friday, I had to say bye to Grobe.... FOR A WHOLE YEAR!!! I'm not going to lie, I'm going to freaking miss him. This boy kept me sane. I probably spent more time with him than I did with any of my friends. He is going to study abroad in Amsterdam for the whole school year then travel all next summer... NOT OKAY!!<br />
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He told me to save up my nickles and we would meet up in Greece (I wish!)<br />
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This kid has been my best friend since hmm I dunno.. like 9th or 10th grade? He lives down the street so it has been super convenient. He knows me better than most...<br />
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His sarcasm never gets old..<br />
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My all time favorite is when he thinks he turns into a gangster when he gets drunk. He will call me even when I'm in Tucson and ask for a ride or say "what up girrrrl? where you at?" <br />
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So come back for Chistmas, K Grobe? I'm already having withdrawals. <br />
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Keep in touchhhh <33
xo.</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-85563629908660632822011-08-05T15:11:00.000-07:002011-08-05T15:11:45.576-07:005 ways...<center>to drive me absolutely bonkers..<br />
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1. Be late.. CONSTANTLY.<br />
This drives me crazy. Maybe because I have always been good with time management. Lately, I have been dealing with people who tell you to be somewhere at a certain time and then they are uber late. Invest in a watch. Thanks.<br />
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2. Make me drive in traffic. My lack of patience and putting me in a car is easily one of the worst combinations for me. I think I would go crazy if I lived in LA or somewhere where there is a lot of traffic. Even ask Kort (because I'm usually on the phone with her).. I get road rage to Utah's idiot drivers. They put blinkers on cars for a reason. Use them. Thanks. :)<br />
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3. Be indecisive. I am already the most indecisive person as it is. Pairing me with another indecisive person is a recipe for disaster and zero productivity. No joke. My decision making is pathetic. <br />
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4. Be flakey. Don't make plans with someone if you aren't going to stick to them. Nuff said. <br />
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5. Be a stage 5 clinger. You boys that are this way drive every girl crazyyyy.. just sayin. Call/text me 9 more times.. I bet I still won't answer :]<br />
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That's all.<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-75133898240655866512011-08-03T17:54:00.000-07:002011-08-03T17:54:43.426-07:00Play-Doh Timeeee<center>Today was A-day (the best day of the week)<br />
My madre bought Addy an icecream play-doh shoppe, which she loved. <br />
It seems as though she knows the rules when it comes to play-doh time because every few minutes she would say...<br />
<b>"DON'T EAT IT!!!!"</b><br />
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It made me laugh so hard every time!<br />
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After play-doh time she was cleaning the whole kitchen counter with a soapy dish scrubber from the sink. She was sitting on the counter next to the toaster (that was on) and she touches it and goes...<br />
<b>"OUCH! TURN OSHH!!"</b> (off)<br />
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She cracks me up. I'm gonna miss her when I leave in a few weeks!<br />
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xo.</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-80487815235554926712011-07-27T19:15:00.000-07:002011-07-27T19:15:11.550-07:00Doodle Nation<center>I can't even explain how I am in summer school... it's like normal school on steroids (as far as attention span goes). <br />
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<b>I.CANNOT.LISTEN.</b><br />
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My notebook is at least 75% doodles and cursive (what a pointless skill we were forced to master in elementary school)<br />
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Obviously my doodles aren't as artistic as the pictures I posted.. but you get the picture.<br />
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xo.<br />
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</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-38020511558891133702011-07-26T12:20:00.000-07:002011-07-26T12:20:18.056-07:00Baby, you're a firework<center>Last Night was by far the best night of the summer! Meg, Kat, and I went to the Katy Perry conert.<br />
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Let's just say that woman is beautiful and has an amaaazing voice! Meg and I had the talented Adrianne do our make up. If only we were capable of doing our make up how she does ours haha! <br />
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We danced and sung our little hearts out last night.<br />
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To say the least, I'm still on a Katy Perry high!<br />
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</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-45434029639664177742011-07-16T16:22:00.000-07:002011-07-16T16:22:32.744-07:00Dirty, Dirty, Dirtyyyy<center>It's officially the one month marker to me heading back to Tucson. I am indifferent about going, but so excited that it's my senior year! It's gonna be a good one!<br />
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- Kort, Sups, and Itty will all finallllllly be 21 :)<br />
- Uhh.. it's senior year!<br />
- Football season and not to mention that the Wildcats will be playing the Utes on our homecoming game!<br />
- New biddies in the back house (eeeek!)<br />
- Vegas for Labor Day with a legiiiiit crew<br />
- Laz comes to visit<br />
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and that's just stuff off the top of my head for first semester... yay!<br />
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</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-18793284525190722992011-07-11T12:48:00.000-07:002011-07-11T12:48:04.849-07:00Lake Blanche Adventure<center>Mins and I thought it would be a genius idea to go hiking last Thursday. We weren't really familiar with the whole hiking scene in Utah so we asked around. Uhhh... yeah.. our "mountaineer" told us to hike up to Lake Blanche, which is in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Okay... that hike was death for beginners.<br />
It was straight uphill THE.WHOLE.WAY.<br />
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Mins and I struggled. The hike was 6 miles round trip so we were determinted to finish. Of course, it started raining when we were about 45 minutes from the top. It felt nice at first until we got closer to the top and it started raining harder and then the wind chill kicked it.<br />
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We didn't really get to enjoy the lake because it was absolutely freezing. We took some pictures and basically ran back down the mountain.<br />
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Let's just say I hate nature, bugs, and snow more than I did on Wednesday night.<br />
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I wasn't as sore as I thought I would be the next morning, but my ass and calves struggled for a few days.<br />
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xo.<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-35207879879907776782011-07-06T14:49:00.000-07:002011-07-06T14:49:58.983-07:004th of July Weekend<center>Hi strangers! Once again, I disappeared for a bit! My bad.<br />
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The 4th of July weekend has always been one of my favorite weekends! This year, I wasn't disappointed. <br />
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It started off on Saturday at the Salt Lake Bar Crawl that my internship has put on for the past three years. I went in early to help regulate the crowds with Minya and then we went on the 8:00 group. Meg took a break from being a study bug and came and joined us! I met a crew of new people, reunited with some old, and had fun with the current. <br />
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Sunday morning my mom, Phil, and I all headed up to Park City for all of their festivities. We grabbed some lunch at The Wasatch Brewery on Main Street, shopped at the cute boutiques, and went to the Farmer's Market. After we were burnt out from the Main Street madness, we went swimming at our hotel. My mom was a little bit disappointed (I was too) because the pool at our hotel was deceiving.. it was kind of indoor and kind of outdoor... there was a cover over the roof that was clear.. so it was humid and everything echoed. We ran into a bit of a minor car emergency with Heston after the pool and had to come back down to Salt Lake. <br />
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My mom and I went back to Park City and went to The Canyons (along with the rest of Utah). It was pure insanity! Way too many people for that small of an area. We made the best of it and beat the traffic out of there after fireworks. <br />
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The 4th was our last day in Park City, so we went to lunch on Main Street again and just roamed around and went shopping at the outlets afterwards.<br />
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Monday night Minya and I went to my aunt's for dinner. Everyone was decked out in their 4th of July gear (Addy had on the cutest red cowgirl boots!)<br />
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Later, Mins and I met up with Justin, Matt, and Ashley and we went to the Sugarhouse fireworks with everyone. It was packed, but they always have the best fireworks.<br />
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Overall, it was a fun weekend in Small Lake City! Hope everyone had a fun 4th :)<br />
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xo.</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-3631691431859320372011-06-23T13:46:00.000-07:002011-06-23T13:46:25.840-07:00Generation FB<center>Clearly, this generation fully depends on social media, texting, and blogging. My mom has always said she didn't want a facebook because she didn't want to share her life story to the world. But, she hates when I call her from Arizona ranting about cute new Addy pictures. So, last night we set her up a facebook... I just about died. The fb lingo confused her and brought me to tears of laughter. <br />
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Me: "Well yeah, it should be on your newsfeed."<br />
Mom: "Oh yeah, my newsfeed.. obviously."<br />
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Me: "Yeah, it would be easier if you were just tagged."<br />
Mom: "Tagged? What the hell is tagged? Do I need to invite someone to tag me? Should they like me? I'm available to be tagged." <br />
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I am not kidding you, I was crying... full blown tears were streaming down my face.<br />
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TODAY...<br />
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Me: "Mom, have you looked at your wall today? People have posted on it."<br />
Mom: "Oh really? Okay! I'll check it."<br />
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(10 minutes later my phone rings...)<br />
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Mom: "Wait, how do I look at my wall."<br />
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Made my day!<br />
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</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-8791335120079986122011-06-22T10:47:00.000-07:002011-06-22T10:47:11.582-07:00Team BRO<center>So, I tend to be a guys' girl when I'm home.. meaning I would most definitely rather hang out with my guy friends over girls (no offense, ladies :)). Some people think this is beyond weird... but, you don't know salt lake city girl drama. Why do I prefer to bro out?<br />
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- This is what I deal with on the reg... Well, person A dated my ex boyfriend in 9th grade and I don't like person B because she wore the same outfit I wore on Friday. OH! and person C totes did drugs in high school, so I don't like her either. But, person B doesn't like person A because she's "sketch".<br />
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OKAY, obviously this is a little exaggerated.. BUT NOT BY A LOT! I love all my gal pals here, but holy shit people, we are 21 years old. Let's grow up? It's nearly impossible to go out without some girl hating another girl that is going to be at the same place. <br />
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I'd much rather hang out with dudes who can fight out their problems and then immediately be homies. <br />
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- Guys don't reminisce about my past ALLLLLLL DAY. Yeah, I've dated people. I don't need to talk about them every second of every day. We grow up and people change. End of story.<br />
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- My boys are just my favorite! They just go with it.. no set plan.. doesn't matter what outfit you wear, or "OMG I can't wear that because so-and-so saw me wear that a month ago." (like "he" will remember!)<br />
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I love all my girls, but wow.. they are difficult about 95% of the time.<br />
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- I have a summer internship with IN this week magazine that I absolutely <u><b>LOVE</b></u>! My boss is great, hours are pretty flexible, and I'm doing what I enjoy doing. My official "title" is Event Promotions, which is what I think I want to do after I graduate. I have business cards, a fancy new e-mail address, and a section on page 5 of the magazine with a picture of me (Oh, I'm fancy huh?!)<br />
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- I have a new serving job with my cousin, which I also really like! The people are great. It's nice because this is the first job that I don't have to lie to them about me going back to Arizona when summer is over! I work three days a week! Getttttin' paperrrr!<br />
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- My knees/tendonitis have been murdering me this summer, so I've started Bikram Yoga. Um.. talk about sweaty! I die in these classes-- they're 90 minutes! I always feel great afterwards. I was superrr sore after the first class though! <br />
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- I get brain freezes like it's nobody's business, but the weird thing about them is that they are <b>BEHIND</b> my eyes! Soooo painful!<br />
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- My mom has got me hooked on this stupid sound machine. I turn it on when I go to sleep and I passssss out. Ha, who has a sound machine? Oh, me and my mom! Ha!<br />
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I think that's all for now.<br />
Happy father's day!</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-26793101423989172282011-06-16T15:06:00.000-07:002011-06-16T15:09:03.839-07:00Got it from my mama...<center>My mom has got me completely <b><u>obsesssssed</b></u> with this song. <br />
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I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO IT!!!<br />
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That girl who is driving and full on singing a song?... Yup, me.<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-82158356977775091202011-06-16T10:39:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:39:56.591-07:00Sweat rag anyone?<center>Today I started Bikram Yoga.. umm, I love it!<br />
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Granted, I have reached an all new level of sweaty...almost beyond Kortnie status of sweaty. That says a lot, people. <br />
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I seriously debated for at least 10 minutes this morning if I wanted to get out of my bed and actually be active. Success!<br />
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I feel great. <br />
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xo.</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-90904675628816074842011-06-13T14:09:00.000-07:002011-06-13T14:09:49.214-07:00my inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrdScO-5cX9k-nPBSEUg9y5q8TBtlt9bBjk6qDBx6KvvISfDZQ1xXckbuOVgjCHUTLLdzv4ky5gau6mrnAQVrLKi9fCAMTaUg2SsG9rQHoYqmtp0LErZ_QJ_AD1qx7zrBjo-4Pz12lKjU/s1600/23365070_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrdScO-5cX9k-nPBSEUg9y5q8TBtlt9bBjk6qDBx6KvvISfDZQ1xXckbuOVgjCHUTLLdzv4ky5gau6mrnAQVrLKi9fCAMTaUg2SsG9rQHoYqmtp0LErZ_QJ_AD1qx7zrBjo-4Pz12lKjU/s320/23365070_large.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQZl6o71eZzgyTbj0qNO4QT2WvG1haqLuywMof28p9uB-mNHR6EyRgRy5aIUuZrRJaGTxkXYgV3JkSK7-O7uCr8O_SHCMBCRu039MmwIc4aeysxgNj8C_tR-CRDgbo7gf3hqfUPoW9cjH/s1600/app_full_proxy-2_php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQZl6o71eZzgyTbj0qNO4QT2WvG1haqLuywMof28p9uB-mNHR6EyRgRy5aIUuZrRJaGTxkXYgV3JkSK7-O7uCr8O_SHCMBCRu039MmwIc4aeysxgNj8C_tR-CRDgbo7gf3hqfUPoW9cjH/s320/app_full_proxy-2_php.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopBSL6YBV8QWOuQqLOiDClS7dNuvSXw8R1jHZ_R52I2oLZdqphT6vUnNhkJ47CUY4ljPNixvUBqbFchYvraUFxH_zLhjpWyXGbB7me3saM_pLoiquuDXxVwjN1zkm7wV6ZkPh3rlfn05d/s1600/app_full_proxy-3_php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopBSL6YBV8QWOuQqLOiDClS7dNuvSXw8R1jHZ_R52I2oLZdqphT6vUnNhkJ47CUY4ljPNixvUBqbFchYvraUFxH_zLhjpWyXGbB7me3saM_pLoiquuDXxVwjN1zkm7wV6ZkPh3rlfn05d/s320/app_full_proxy-3_php.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiFNSL5p4ZL_wi7n6VGORk42-48MQm4iJJBh58VHL18dbiB3-tOY4vKRL8h0xterSW2-kQRk5rSs1CoHkKNqrLdHelEjUjyF86cBarY6xqn1WNsn5b5wwIWakwzfQdCA04J3gSrBzqtXL/s1600/app_full_proxy-4_php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiFNSL5p4ZL_wi7n6VGORk42-48MQm4iJJBh58VHL18dbiB3-tOY4vKRL8h0xterSW2-kQRk5rSs1CoHkKNqrLdHelEjUjyF86cBarY6xqn1WNsn5b5wwIWakwzfQdCA04J3gSrBzqtXL/s320/app_full_proxy-4_php.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjac8-w8q9i0KDt0CPK3IKITtgk4hL3cYj8F36J7YVh8G6dOQzNTndaWKexLnWq99WAXHDcVGCfCaB3eW5Prf4JUmGHs973IWKJ-_MajO1XY5pfVLoEuY3Gh39oO96jIHUOpJ2cenxXD4GA/s1600/Blake-Lively-7glamour%252Bjules%252Bfashion%252Bblog_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjac8-w8q9i0KDt0CPK3IKITtgk4hL3cYj8F36J7YVh8G6dOQzNTndaWKexLnWq99WAXHDcVGCfCaB3eW5Prf4JUmGHs973IWKJ-_MajO1XY5pfVLoEuY3Gh39oO96jIHUOpJ2cenxXD4GA/s320/Blake-Lively-7glamour%252Bjules%252Bfashion%252Bblog_large.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1RWf5ynizDB73H2ayoD8OOGknrQPylHK1HOqUV-aO4-aC_Uq7srehLEbbd6o_m_PJ8Qz2pbyzS-dte-tuVR7GDeWW_KACb_4RNuaU4M-ZFasFzA0p6VO7x7K4fHYm8cwyvY_t1nZbrQC/s1600/tumblr_lm91is5Q5p1qbxfoao1_250_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx1RWf5ynizDB73H2ayoD8OOGknrQPylHK1HOqUV-aO4-aC_Uq7srehLEbbd6o_m_PJ8Qz2pbyzS-dte-tuVR7GDeWW_KACb_4RNuaU4M-ZFasFzA0p6VO7x7K4fHYm8cwyvY_t1nZbrQC/s320/tumblr_lm91is5Q5p1qbxfoao1_250_large.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSZx4g_hx3Z_AXLCmN3kekVpXO-U4-oDN4Kz_HNafNIokohAiZV4V1vhiUdyKgA_D8Dmr7Os98nYvmQ3mFBBrQo6ZW7a1FgIzr9afvhQTLTERV4FllfnMeI3yH8nBWRZ7dvX5b91UqrvC/s1600/tumblr_lmp65cTQnG1qh3f54o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSZx4g_hx3Z_AXLCmN3kekVpXO-U4-oDN4Kz_HNafNIokohAiZV4V1vhiUdyKgA_D8Dmr7Os98nYvmQ3mFBBrQo6ZW7a1FgIzr9afvhQTLTERV4FllfnMeI3yH8nBWRZ7dvX5b91UqrvC/s320/tumblr_lmp65cTQnG1qh3f54o1_400_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<center> ^^ Why I go to the gym.<br />
She is a goddess.<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-4937687282703421402011-06-12T23:20:00.000-07:002011-06-12T23:20:57.127-07:00girly-girl central<center>I have so much to blog about, but I am just so sleeeepy. Butttt, I did find something very entertaining tonight that was worth staying up the extra 5 minutes to blog about.<br />
How does Phil handle living with me and my mother? Ha ha seriously though, we are such girls. <br />
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My mom and I were in Phil's office tonight with zit cream, pet eggs for our feet, cuticle oil, oh and my mom's new addition.. moisturizing gloves. It boggles my mind how he can deal with so much girl in one area. <br />
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Oh, and of course there was complaining throughout the night. I have to take a food handlers and alcohol class online for my new job and let me tell you... IT HAS TAKEN ME ALL DAY!! I don't have the patience to sit here and have some annoying voice tell me how to wash my hands for 20 minutes. It is unbearable. <br />
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That's all I can do tonight. So sleeepy. <br />
Don't let the bed bugs bite bloggggggers.<br />
xo.<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-39955215138556699312011-06-07T17:24:00.000-07:002011-06-07T17:24:53.506-07:00eight-oh-one<center>Alert the media! I survived the drive from the dirty to slc. It honestly wasn't as bad as I was anticipating it to be. It was all worth it seeing as though I discovered the Rolo McFlurry! yummm<br />
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Anyyyyyway, I'm the happiest little camper now that I'm home. A <b>few</b> things that I adoreeee about Utah/being home:<br />
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1. Fully stocked fridge. My mama hooks uppppp all my favorites in the fridge when she knows I'm coming home. Pasta salad, grapefruits, fruit, salads, cheese, hummus, you name it.. it's in there. She rocks. <br />
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2. Utah's summers are just <b><u>unnnnreal</u></b>! Absolutely perfect temperature. I had my windows rolled down and it was actually a breeze instead of a heat wave like Tucson has. I also ran outside today, which neverrrr happens, and I wasn't too hot or too cold.. perrrrf for ky.<br />
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3. I love that I can walk outside bare foot without walking back inside with BLACK feet. In Tucson, I walk outside to take the garbage out and my feet look like I've been a homeless person for months. Ick!<br />
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4. Grobe brings me desserts! Ha ha he just started working at Great Harvest and called me last night to let me know he was bringing over a dessert basket. He knows me and my sweet tooth too well! <br />
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5. I don't have to worry about sketchhhhh people roaming the street. Let's be real here.. t-town is a scary place for a girl. Loveeee not having to stress over that crap for a few months. I mean how cute is it when you see little girls selling lemonade on the side of the road? You def couldn't do that in Tucson. <br />
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I'm def a happy girl lately! :)<br />
xo.</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-44435869746554020282011-06-03T16:45:00.000-07:002011-06-03T16:45:02.921-07:00National Donut Day?<center>For those of you who didn't know, it's national donut day! Ha, honestly, I didn't know until I did my daily blog creeping. For those of you blog stalkers, you need to follow <a href="http://boyfriendreplacement.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Choose Me. Pick Me. Love Me.</a> (I can't get this link to click for the life of me) but, it's absolutely great. She posts the most amazing looking food ever.. even when it isn't donuts. I have yet to make any of her recipes, but I will! <br />
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Of course, national donut day would come when I have the all time biggest sweet tooth known to man lately. <br />
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Yes, it hasn't gone away yet. And yes, I continue to satisfy my sweet tooth every night. It's absolutely horrible! Luckily, I am going home and I tend to eat healthier and crave less sweets. Last night Amanda and I had a sugar craving/fast food craving.. Amanda got chicken nuggets from Wendy's and I got Half Baked Ben & Jerry's ice cream. <br />
It's cool. We accept that we are fat asses. <br />
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Well, happy donut day! Go get yourself one :)<br />
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1. I just stare at my closet.. for a long time.<br />
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2. I call my mom... my dad... and kortnie to tell them how much I don't want to pack. Haha, this seriously happens everyyyyyy time. <br />
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3. I go back to staring at my closet. <br />
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4. I START to make piles.<br />
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5. Stare at the piles in aww and wonder why the effff I have so many clothes and shoes. <br />
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6. Then I pack.. feep's style. Seriously, this tactic has saved my life several times. He maneuvers everything so every nook and cranny is filled. This tactic almost alwayyyys results in an overweight bag at the airport, which has become avoidable with the kylie charm. <br />
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7. When I'm finally done (which I'm not yet), I feel so accomplished. <br />
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I've realized a few things since I started packing today...<br />
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1. I HAVE A SHOE PROBLEM!!! Okay, we all already knew this, but when it comes to picking and choosing which shoes to take home I CANNOT pick. Naturally, I end up taking all of them, but will only wear the same 7 or 8 pairs. <br />
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2. I realize that a lot of my shoes need to go to the shoe doctor. I texted Phil the other day and told him my "lift kits" (the spice girl-looking shoes I got for christmas that he hates) need to go to the shoe doctor when I get home.<br />
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Phil's response: "Just throw those whorey break-your-ankle-for-the-third-time fuckers away."<br />
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Ha ha, clearly broken bones don't stop me from wearing tall shoes!<br />
they look like this..<br />
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3. No matter how loud I turn up my music (as loud as it will go), I can't overpower some people's voices. Gahh. <br />
Two more days... Two more days!<br />
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Trace told me he would get me noise cancelling headphones to solve my DAILY problem haha! <br />
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Still have more to pack :(<br />
Wish me luck!<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6023304221923687173.post-79664639808942695752011-06-01T20:57:00.000-07:002011-06-01T20:57:01.216-07:00sugar feeeen<center>lately i have been on a serious sugar crave. regardless of "the time of the month", i am always wanting some sort of sugar after i eat a meal.<br />
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i've been mainly wanting baked goods more than i can even express in words. a brownie, i would kill for one. just ONE. i don't want the whole damn pan.<br />
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it also doesn't help that i follow all of these amazing food blogs. naturally, they are all posting these delicious looking brownies and cookies recipes. <br />
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HELP!<br />
</center>i'm kyliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07801317939819563157noreply@blogger.com0