<?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-4001786</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:50:09.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmy's Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-108919215029735160</id><published>2004-07-07T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T02:22:30.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everybody. I have a new website. It's http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=kt1125 so come and visit me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-108919215029735160?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/108919215029735160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/108919215029735160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108919215029735160' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106357720397751529</id><published>2003-09-14T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:01:46.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, another party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106357720397751529?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106357720397751529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106357720397751529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106357720397751529' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106221213469306327</id><published>2003-08-29T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T22:01:54.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Shawn Stratford's party. It was my first, but I thought it was pretty laidback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106221213469306327?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106221213469306327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106221213469306327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106221213469306327' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106212297566071254</id><published>2003-08-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T19:09:35.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I'm feeling pretty crappy. Every body part hurts like the devil. I've developed multiple bruises on each body part also. And I discovered them in the shower, sleeping, walking, etc. I don't remember ever being so sore, yet during practice, it's not even hard, you know? I guess another reason why I don't feel so well is because my friend told me that they didn't care what I did, even if it's bad, and just not to tell them about it.  I dunno, I guess I take things more seriously than I should. It shouldn't have hurt, but it did. I guess we're not even on speaking terms. But I should've learned that the distance between friends will wreck friendships sooner or later. I mean, I don't ever talk to anyone from Katella anymore, so I don't even think they remember me. I should just learn to live in the present, and not wish for the past. I'm starting to learn that. Well, tonight, I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, but if things turn out right, I'm going to a party around midnight. I don't really know if I'm up to going because I still have practice tomorrow, and I'm afraid that I'll be sluggish. I already had to sit out of the rolling drill today because my back was hurting. I felt really...blah. Well, I've learned to suck it up for the team, and that's made me a better person somehow, even though I don't know exactly how...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106212297566071254?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106212297566071254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106212297566071254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106212297566071254' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106196435714439959</id><published>2003-08-26T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T23:05:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Hell Week started. So far, I managed to survive the first two days. As for my physical injuries, they're minimal. I just can't wait to get these two weeks over with. School starts in a week, and I'm pretty bummed that summer's gonna be over. I don't want to  have to start another stressful year again. But oh well. I guess I gotta suck it up and go with it. As for my personal life, I'll write again when I have better news to tell. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106196435714439959?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106196435714439959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106196435714439959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106196435714439959' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106090733851417403</id><published>2003-08-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T17:33:28.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's a week later, and WOW, was Thursday night fun! At first, we tried to get in before 8:30, but we got lost, so we didn't get in for free. The place wasn't too crowded yet, so it wasn't as much fun as I thought. Elaine couldn't go because since her mom was getting out of the hospital that day, her older sister, Wren, wouldn't let her go. So it was just Vanida, Vivian, and me. It started getting crowded though a little while later. I danced with some guys, most of whom I thought were pretty hot. The ugly ones, I just turned down. There were 2 really hot guys in particular that I really thought were cute. They were both friends and came together, and they were both seniors from Edison High School in Huntington Beach. I hooked up with Gerard, the black-haired one. He was tall, with spiked hair, lean, wearing a plain black t-shirt with blue jeans. We danced for awhile and he was actually a good dancer, cuz he acutally LED, unlike some of the other dancers that night. His friend came up to me, like, 1 or 2 hours later and danced with me. He was blond with a black polo shirt and khakis. I was really tempted to hook up with him 'cuz he was sooo cute, but when I asked his name, he said, "John." I thought he said, "George" and I repeated it. He repeated "John" and said that he was "Gerard's friend." He said that Gerard told him about me. I was like, "Uh oh" and "Damn." So yea, the night was really great for me. After we left, we got to Elaine's around 1 and left with her at 2:00 AM. We went to my house and tried to figure out what to do. Well, Elaine made me a Panty Dropper, and I drank it down. That stuff tasted nasty. Well, halfway through the glass, I got faded. After downing the entire glass, I was...how can I say it... Fucked up (pardon my French). I couldn't hold my head straight, couldn't walk straight, talked too much, and according to Elaine and Vanida, overanalized and talked too much. I remember that we went to Denny's and got mini-burgers, onion rings and chicken strips, and I remember eating one mini-burger, and 2 onion rings. Elaine told me that I ate 2 chicken strips, more onion rings, and I think another mini-burger. I don't remember eating it at all. Then when I woke up in the morning to take Elaine home, I found the 2nd chicken strip on my chest, with dried up BBQ sauce on my face and shirt. They told me that they told me to do it the night before and that I did it. So I was like, "uh, ok." I even had it in my hair! I was like, "There's no way I'm driving today." So I didn't till hours later, when I just had to drive myself home. Elaine drove Vanida home while I slept in the backseat. Saturday, Elaine and I planned to find a party, but there was barely any. There was one in Brea, which Elaine said would get rolled by the time we got there, and the one by Vanida's house. So we went there instead. We picked up Vanida and had to wait while she snucked out 'cuz her brother was passed out on the living room floor. When we turned into the street, the cops were already there, so we made a U-ey into another street, and went looking for a party. We went to this guy's house (a friend of Vanida's), and ended up just driving behind him, so we just went to Jack-In-the-Box, got chicken pieces, onion rings, and curly fries, and went to Vanida's house. We ate and hung out for about 1 or 2 hours, then left at around 1 or 2:00AM. Then Elaine and I crashed at my house. On Sunday, Elaine and I went to Island Burgers and I ordered this platter of fries, which were really good, but I didn't know that it would be so BIG. Elaine and I tried to finish it, but ended up taking it home. Elaine got a veggie burger which I got half of. Then we went to the mall across the street to try on dresses at Windsor. I found this pretty turquoise one that loops around the neck, and has 3 layers of beading. It reminded me of the ocean, and only costed $100. But knowing everyone, everyone shops at Windsor, so at least 2 or 3 girls will probably have that dress for Homecoming. But I might buy that dress just to wear it to prom. So I don't know. I'm shopping with Elaine for my prom dress because she always manages not to match with other people and can tell me how I look in a dress honestly. As for my Homecoming dress, I bought it last year, so I'm hoping no one else will have it. If not, I have this other dress which I've had for awhile. I just need to decide what to do with my hair. So yep, that's it. Mom and Dad came home after Vivian and I came home from church. I didn't really have anything to do this week, but this weekend, we're going to Lake Perris. So I hope I get a good tan. Then on Monday, I have registration, so I'm really excited, 'cuz school's actually starting soon. I'm just not looking forward to Hell Week(s). I need to start running my lines instead of running distances because coach times us on sprinting, so later tonight, I'm running while Vivian is timing me. Ok, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106090733851417403?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106090733851417403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106090733851417403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106090733851417403' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-106029428864996591</id><published>2003-08-07T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:15:21.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Thursday, and I'm starting to get excited. My parents left yesterday, and today, Elaine, Vanida (Elaine's best friend), Vivian and I are going to Kokomos. Vivian is going without her friends, so I feel kinda bad about that. Right now, I'm at home with Vanida and Vivian, chilling, while Elaine's at work. We're going to leave around 8, I think. After we drop Vivian off at around 11:30, we're going to try and find a party. So yea, whoever reads this, DON'T TELL!!! I hope I have fun today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Of course other people read my blog, Linda.  But my friends are too lazy to write anything in it (Yea, you guys know who you are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-106029428864996591?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106029428864996591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/106029428864996591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106029428864996591' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-105972051061410138</id><published>2003-07-31T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:48:30.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, I actually want school to start already. I'm bored out of my mind. There's nowhere to go 'cuz my mom won't let me drive anywhere. And trying to keep in shape for Hell Week isn't getting any easier, and it's not like it takes the entire day to run the track. Well, I got my senior pictures in today and registration packet. My pictures kinda look...blah. That's all I can say about it. It's so plain. If you look at my shoulders, they look a little red. But what the hell, it doesn't really matter. It's not like I'm getting the picture blown up or anything. Andrew (Colling) told me that he and Monty ditched senior pictures to go surfing and aren't going to reschedule. Well, I guess it doesn't matter to me, but I think it'd be nice if they took the pictures just so they can look back and go, "Yep, that's what I looked like my senior year." But whatever. My friends are planning what to do when my parents leave. The first night, they want to go down to Cypress or something and party with Los Alamitos people, or just stay around here and go to a party. I really don't care, as long as by the end of the adventure, I get my 8 hours of sleep (at least). My sister also wants me to take her and her friends to go and toilet paper one of their friend's house. I don't want to take them, but I feel bad 'cuz my sister won't have anything to do the entire time my parents are gone. So I think I'll just take her. So, if anyone I know reads this and aren't doing anything from August 6-9, call me or im me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-105972051061410138?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105972051061410138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105972051061410138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105972051061410138' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-105901332023559507</id><published>2003-07-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:22:00.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we had jump training at 7:00 AM. It wasn't too bad. Everyone was pretty sore from our games against La Quinta and Norco. La Quinta was a school of all small asians, except for one white girl who was the tallest and only like, 5"7. They were a pretty good defensive team because they're so fast. But we won 3-0. Then we played Norco at 8:00 PM. We lost 1-2, which sucks, since we won the first game, lost the second game by 2 points, but then blew the third game. But tomorrow is the Blue and God finals, and we play Anaheim first game, then La Habra, I think. So I'm pretty stoked for that. I wanna beat La Habra since we could've beaten them last time. So yea, gotta wait and see. I spent the entire day at Elaine's just chillin'. I found out who called me a couple of days ago, though. Last Saturday night or something, a guy called me at 1:30 AM, and my parents picked up at the same time after the guy asked if I was there. I freaked out and said, "Yes, hold on." Mom picked up and was like, "Who is it?" "I don't know." Then while my mom was handing the phone to my dad, I was saying to the caller, "Hang up, hang up!" Dad got on the phone and asked why I was telling the person to hang up. I told him that Vivian asked me who it was and since I said, "I don't know," she told me to hang up. Mom and Dad bought it, thank goodness. But I found out that Elaine was at Ryan Wade's house till late, and Nathan Learn was looking through Elaine's phone. Since I was the only girl she called that day, I guess that was the deciding factor whether or not to call me. Even though Elaine was telling him not to, she told me that she fell asleep and then he called. But yea, that's basically it. OOOOHHH! There's this thing that happened. I mean, it's not really a big deal, but I kinda liked the guy. My friend went to a kickpack yesterday, and hooked up with the guy I've had a thing for for awhile. I wasn't really mad persay, but I was sorta disappointed and sad. But I kinda got over it. But I'm still kinda bummed out 'cuz she said that he pressured her forever to hook up with him. The result of 2 hours of making out was a hickey-looking thing on her chin and elbow, of all places. But yea, that's it. I have to wash my car today 'cuz it's sooo dirty. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-105901332023559507?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105901332023559507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105901332023559507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105901332023559507' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-105850750395139545</id><published>2003-07-17T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T22:59:45.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today's been a long day. I had practice at 2:00 PM. It was just like every other Tuesday and Thursday. We went over defensive drills, then I went out to lunch with Julie Berkinstein, Shannon Walton, and Jessette Correno. I drove, and we dropped Shannon and Julie off at In &amp; Out while Jessette and I drove across the street to McDonald's. We got back to school, ate, changed, then played Whittier Christian. I'm kinda pissed 'cuz we had the game and could've beaten them, but we started falling apart and never picked ourselves up. I think I did horrible during that game. Then we played Fullerton and did better, but we still made a lot of errors, and ended up losing that game also. We could've beaten them too, because we were in the lead again, but just fell apart. I think I did pretty good during that game, except one serve that I missed. I wish I had faster reflexes or was taller because during that game, I realized how short I was. The ball would go off to the side, I'd dive for it, but wouldn't be able to reach it. And the reflexes thing, the ball would just go zooming right past my right side, and I'd go swinging at it, but missing (I'm not supposed to be swinging, though). After our game against Whittier Christian, I saw people I knew from Katella whom I haven't talked to in ages, so I was pretty psyched. I saw all these guys that came to the game also. Like, Ethan Haller, A.J. Acosta, Daniel Wheat, Aaron Tucker, Dillon ?? (Don't remember his last name), etc. I had to go and warm up for the second game, so I didn't get to talk to them. Still, all in all, it was a bad day. Then, when I get home, I get the third degree about SAT's and studying for them from my parents. They were saying that if I don't do well, they'd pull me out of volleyball. What they don't know is that by the time they find out my SAT scores, volleyball season will be over, and it'd be too late to pull me out. So I'm kinda giddy over that. But I'm stressing about SAT's because I'm such a bad test taker, but do pretty well in school. I just hope that when I take it the second time, that I'll do better and at least break a thousand. My cousin, Linda, says I should take the ACT's because they're easier. So I'm gonna take that and the SAT II. The earliest testing date is in September, so wish me luck at studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-105850750395139545?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105850750395139545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105850750395139545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105850750395139545' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-105842674107730366</id><published>2003-07-17T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T00:25:41.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't written in this thing in ages...Well, school's over and it's obviously summer right now. I have summer league for volleyball, and we're actually really good this year because we have more taller people this year. So far, I think we're 5-4. We play 2 games a night on Tuesdays and Thursdays (except for the first day) at 6 &amp; 8 PM. We normally win our first game, but lose the second, because the first games are normally against easier teams. I play right back and am a starter. No one else plays that spot yet, so I'm pretty glad. I'm actually not bad at it, considering the fact that this is my first year playing that spot EVER, and that I played left back last year and didn't even really play during season. So this is a nice upgrade. We had our annual car wash last Saturday, and I basically toasted my shoulders, which sucked because I had senior pictures on Monday. It was a good thing that my hair was long...I just threw it in front of my shoulders. It sucked because that morning, I had jump training at 7:00AM, so I didn't get home till about 8:30AM. That meant that I had plenty of time to get ready. Well, I did my hair, and I wanted to wait till about a half an hour before I left to do my make-up. Well, as it turns out, I fell asleep and didn't wake up till 10:40AM. My appointment was at 10:50AM. So you can imagine my panic. I did most of my make-up in 5 minutes, changed my clothes (Good thing I already knew what I was going to wear), took my stuff with me, and left. Fortunately, I lived pretty close to the studio, so I did my make-up on the way there also. Then when I got in, I had to fill out 2 forms, and then had to wait. I went into the bathroom and was able to finish my make-up and everything. So I got really lucky. The lady helping me put the wrap on for the picture looked at my shoulders and her eyes were bulging...I just asked, "Well, can't I just throw my hair in front of my shoulders?" She let go of the breath she was holding and was like, "Yea, that'll work. It's a good thing your hair is long enough." So hopefully, my pictures turned out good. I'm sort of panicking because in my state of rush, I think I might've put the wrong address on the envelope they're supposed to send to me with the negatives in it and the other form. But if I did, I'm sure that they have doubles of the picture, so I can just come in for copies, I guess. I was talking to my friend, Monty the other night (yes, the guy who flaked on me at Homecoming), and we were talking about how sad our friend,  Daniel, is. We were discussing about how sad it is that Daniel spends ALL of his free time with his girlfriend of one year, Ashley. Both of us agreed how unhealthy it is for him, so we decided that we'd kidnap him when my parents left for Georgia, since I'm the only one with a car (Daniel has one, but he won't willingly hand us the keys; Monty got his car taken away till he gets a full time job; Elaine doesn't like driving her mom's van; and Chris doesn't have his license). It's still in the early stages of planning. I don't even know if we're going to follow through with this idea, but it's a nice one. We're going to take Daniel to the beach, leave his cell and keys at home, and just spend the entire day there and make him forget about Ashley for ONE day. I doubt that's gonna happen, but at least I hope he has fun. That's my main goal. But no one will know about this, though. I'm still not supposed to drive people 'cuz my 6 months aren't up yet. So, everyone, this is a hush-hush topic. I'm still trying to get a job. I got an interview at Beach Access a couple of weeks ago, but they said that they won't hire till September, so I'm just waiting and hoping. I'm gonna apply to Juice It Up! and Dairy Queen though. Dairy Queen is looking for part time, while Juice It Up! I think is looking for just summer. Well, that concludes the story of my boring life so far. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-105842674107730366?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105842674107730366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/105842674107730366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105842674107730366' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-93842670</id><published>2003-05-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T21:44:08.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omigosh....I haven't written in such a long time. School's been bugging me and everything. Well, I just went to my Confirmation I retreat up at Riverside last weekend. It turned out better than I would've thought, but I don't let my parents think that because I don't  want to admit that they were right about the trip being fun. We had group discussions all weekend, and it was so nice to let everything out.  And I got to know the people in my class better. I got to meet a guy. He's a group leader, and he's really sweet, but I dont know if he's interested. I don't even know if I'm ready for a boyfriend. But he's a potential. It's really weird because I never thought I'd like an asian guy, and he's an asian guy. He goes to Cal Poly Pomona, a freshman, and went to my school last year. I don't ever remember seeing him though. I think it was because I was too involved with my friends and sports to even pay attention to other guys around me.  I went to the mall yesterday, and saw a whole bunch of people. I even saw this guy, Brian Penilla, whom I haven't seen since eighth grade at South Jr. High.  Except I saw him at church a couple of weeks ago. From behind, I thought it was some hot 18-19 year old, and then at the end of church, he turns around, and it's him.  It's weird because he's younger than me by two weeks, too, so he's a sophomore.  But yea, I'm slacking, and there's only 6 weeks of school left (including this one). I'm so psyched.  I need to start on some projects I've been putting off. So, I'm gonna go and do that now. Oh yea, Linda, we have to get together soon, cuz I haven't seen u in ages and we need to talk BIG TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-93842670?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/93842670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/93842670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93842670' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-90791249</id><published>2003-03-15T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T22:31:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I haven't written in awhile... Right now, I'm looking at my uncle's wedding pictures. They're at my cousin Linda's website at &lt;a href="http://shegotgame.blogeye.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.shegotgame.tk&lt;/a&gt;. She's the one that made my website. I don't know how to do all that stuff yet, so if you feel like seeing them, go to her website. The wedding was on March 1st. It was pretty okay. The reception was good though. You can't tell, but they sit all the kids in the way corner, and when the bride comes around to the tables, they skip us. Too bad. But at our table, it's normally Vy, Kim, Eileen, Christina, and Katrina, then, Mike and Steve, and Joe, Linda and me. So we all have our own little groups. Joe acts like my big brother. He puts food on my plate and says it's good for me and knows everything. When I need to know about colleges and stuff, I just go to him. He's a sophomore at UCLA right now. He took the SAT's straight out, and he got a 1300. Man, he's soo smart that its sick. Linda's just the same way. I'm stuck with the least brains out of the three of us. So i'm just like, "yea, yea." I'm taking the SAT's on April 5th, so i'm kinda nervous about that. And I'm trying really hard in school, hence me not going online a lot. Well, I gotta go study now. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-90791249?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/90791249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/90791249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90791249' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-89699797</id><published>2003-02-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T00:00:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang...I've been soo tired lately. On Saturday, I went to my dad's aunt's house to hang out with some of our other family. So basically, the kids hung out in the rooms, while the parents got the kitchen and living room. Then, someone thought of boba (the azn drink), so we went searching for a place. My dad's cousin knew of one (she's only 13), but we had 15 min to get there. So on the way there, my sister calls on the cell phone and tells them to stay open because we're "desperate for boba." Dude, the guy must have thought we were nuts. And when we got to the place, it was so obvious the guy knew it was us on the phone, 'cuz my sister's mouth was going a thousand words per minute. I got this white chocolate thing, and it was soo good. Man, I wanna work at a coffee place soo bad. I picked up an application for Coffee Bean on Thursday. I hope I get the job, but the girl said that they were accepting a lot of applications. Sometime last week, I was wearing my softball shorts after practice, and I passed my volleyball coach. He was like, "Are you wearing El Dorado shorts (black and yellow)?" "No." "Those shorts are a disgrace. If you were wearing El Dorado shorts, I was going to yell at you." So yea. Good story to tell. Um, Sadie's is coming up in two weeks. I'm not going cuz of the stupid theme (superheroes) and plus, I just dont' feel like going. So I might go cosmic bowling with the group, and bring Lucas along. Everyone wants to meet him already. But I have to ask my parents if I can sleep over at Elaine's house that day too, cuz she plans on going to Sadie's at 7, but the cosmic bowling thing is at 12, so either she goes to Sadie's then goes bowling with me, or she goes to Sadie's, I go to bowling, then we meet at her house afterwards and talk. But I have to talk Dad into it first. I have a feeling he's going to say, "No" though. Which isn't fair because Vivian sleeps over at her friends house all the time, and I havent' slept over at a friend's house since elementary school (I'm not counting my cousin's house). So I think it's bullshit that I can't sleep over, but Vy can. Well, as you can see from the time, I have to go to sleep or else I'll collapse at school tomorrow. TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-89699797?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/89699797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/89699797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89699797' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-88881257</id><published>2003-02-10T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:40:08.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dude, three day weekend is almost over... That's not fair! I can't wait till the school year is over, so I can go to the beach and sleep late. But I'll still have volleyball, so that'll mean that I have to wake up early at least 3 days a week, but then I get home around 9:00am, so I can go back to sleep. As for how school's going right now, it's okay. I think I'm getting a better head start than I did last semester. Except maybe history, because I forgot to turn in a 50 point assignment on Friday. So yea...I think I'm gonna be on JV softball, but I still don't know if I want to play next year on varsity. I think I might just play volleyball, then cool off for the rest of the year. I'll probably be taking Language Arts 4, Government/Economy, volleyball, accounting, ceramics, and physiology. I'm not sure about accounting yet though. I might take Trig/Math Analysis AP, but that would mean 2 math classes second semester. So I dunno yet. Besides, I'll have my volleyball coach as my teacher. Well, that's it for me. Time to go eat. Laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-88881257?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88881257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88881257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88881257' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-88444986</id><published>2003-02-02T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T17:07:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is Chinese New Year weekend, and yesterday, I went to my mom's side of the family, and we sorta had fun. This is the first year I started gambling my money. First, we ate, then we started playing Las Vegas style black jack. I lost like, $3. It kinda made me mad, cuz i made $6 to $14, and yet I didnt stop. I lost all of it. Damn. But oh well. Today, I'm at my aunt's house, and we've yet to recieve our little red envelopes. As for the book fair, I got 2 hardbacks for $1. Very good deal. One was by Danielle Steel, and I don't rememeber the other one. As for the Monty thing, I sorta forgot about it. I mean, I'm still sorta mad at him for it, but oh well. The most I can do is toilet paper his house, paint his car with snow spray, or just hit him. But the thing that made me forget about him was when this guy, Lucas, whom I haven't talked to for about 3-4 months, im'd me and started talking to me. I found out he broke up with his g/f two weeks ago, and we started talking about what he wanted in a girl. He wanted someone on his level, and when I asked who that would be, he said "you." That kinda through me off. Remember, I've never been asked out before or in a relationship, so I dont' know how this stuff works. Well, I was like, "Are you asking me out?" and he was like, "Well, we'd have to go out and see how it turns out." So I'm kinda excited and happy. I mean, I remember when I saw him last year, I thought that I liked him. I think that I really did. But then he started going out with this girl, Heather, and I really wanted to hate her for it, but I know her and I really think she's one of the sweetest people I know. So I couldn't make myself hate her for it. And yes, I'll finally admit it, I DID like Monty. But he just keeps disappointing me, and I when I start to think that there's the slightest chance he's interested, he totally changes my mind. So I've finally decided that I'm done waiting for him, so if he finally decides that he wants to give it a try with me, it'll be too late for him. I'm tired of waiting for him. I thought I really liked him, but oh well. I'm over it, and if someone who reads this knows who he is, and tells him, tell him that even though I did like him, it shouldn't change the way were are around each other. No weird feelings (I'm referring to either Andrew or you, Monty). And for some reason, if you (Monty) never figured out that I liked you at all, you're pretty stupid. Dude, everyone has probably asked you about it sooner or later, so I dont' know how you can be so thickheaded. But whatever, I dont' want you to feel weird around me. But still, if you ever stand me up again, I'm gonna hurt you so bad. Dont' forget, I know where you live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-88444986?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88444986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88444986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88444986' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-88364888</id><published>2003-01-31T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T21:26:44.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today wasn't a great day for me. In school, it was awesome, but after school, I spent most of it worrying about getting into trouble. See, I was supposed to give Chris piano lessons at Danie's house, and Monty was supposed to take me home afterwards. But Monty called Chris on his cell around 4:45 and told him that he couldn't take me home. That made me so mad because earlier during school, I was worried that he wouldn't take me home, but he found me after 3rd period and made sure about the time he was supposed to take me home. So I didn't worry about it. But then when he called at Daniel's, I was so worried about getting home, because I didn't have a ride at all. Monty was the only person I knew who could drive people around and lived close enough with a car. And that drives me nuts because he bailed on me at Homecoming too. He can't even follow through on a simple promise. Which makes me thing that he isn't the nice guy I thought he was. Sure he's nice, but he isn't at all responsible. And I didn't even get a damn apology! That makes me even more angrier because he wont' even tell me in person. He'll tell someone else to tell me. Jeez! I wanna hit someone so bad. But yea, the lesson with Chris went okay, but he had a really hard time understanding, but that's ok. I might teach him another time. I can't wait till tomorrow, I get to go to a book fair...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-88364888?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88364888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88364888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88364888' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-88205327</id><published>2003-01-28T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T23:58:52.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, man...I hate finals soooo bad. I think I did okay, but I still hated it. I think my grades this year will be the worst ever. But oh well, too late. What can u do about it? Well, nothing at school is happening. Season is starting for softball. Pretty sore from running. Dad's in Florida and isnt coming back till tomorrow afternoon. Mom let me drive by myself to Savon's (you can't tell, Linda, or else it might leak to my dad and he'll get soooo mad). I basically wasted my entire weekend making candy for Chinese New Year's. I wanted to just waste away with a book, but nnoooo, Mom made me help her since Dad isnt here to. I was talking to my friend, Daniel today, and somehow, we got onto the subject of piano. He told me he only played for a month when he was in kindergarten, and when I told him that I'd teach him, he was like, "You should tell that to Chris (Johnstone) because he wants to learn how to make music on the piano." So later, I called Chris, and told him what Daniel told me to tell him (including writing an apology letter to Tuffery Middle School because they got kicked off somehow) and Chris was psyched. So now, I gotta figure out how to get to Daniel's house so I can teach Chris (Daniel has a piano, and Chris lives only two houses down. Another good thing is that Monty lives down the street, by about 8 houses, so it's like a block party). I'm actually kinda excited. Um, I just got an email from the University of Evansville, and I have no idea where that is, but I'm gonna go to the website and check it out. They sent it to me because of my  PSAT scores, which I thought were horrible, but an improvement from last year (950 to 990). Maybe by the time I'm a senior, my score will be in the thousands. That's what I'm aiming for. Dude, my cousin, Joe, took the SAT's cold and got like, a 1300. That's soo not fair. He's such a brainie. But yea, I think that's all I have to say for now. As for the guy I like, he still doesn't like me back. I wish he did though, but you know, it's a wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-88205327?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88205327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/88205327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88205327' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-87834359</id><published>2003-01-22T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T02:50:05.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeez, I hate finals week...I'm cramming so hard. I do this every year. A couple of days before finals, I start studying for all my classes non-stop. It's soo bad. I promised myself I would study during the weekend, but for some reason, I never got to it, so I finally got to it today. I'm studying for english, math, and spanish. But I mainly studied for math today. I'm pretty confident that I can pass with at least a B in both classes, even though my spanish is kinda icky. But I can conjugate well, it's just my vocabulary that makes everything so hard. Thank goodness this is my last year of spanish. Tomorrow, I gotta read chapters 1-6 for physics, and study chaper 6 for history. I have softball 6th period, so that's okay. I set up a behind-the-wheel appointment for Thursday at 6:00 PM. Although it's kinda late, I'm glad to get away from the house. Everyone drives me nuts. Mom nags that I don't eat enough (Dude, I gained like, 3 pounds since I got back from Asia, and I was planning on losing weight for my uncle's wedding), and lately, Dad's been giving me mean looks. Vy's been okay, though. Just talks a little too much about herself. As for the losing weight thing, I'm not necessarily starving myself, I just eat when I'm hungry, and that's like, once a day. I like the way I eat too. I don't even eat junk food! I havent' eaten anything with gobs of meat in it forever. All I eat is the dinner my mom makes without the meat, and for snacks, I've been eating yogurt, nuts, and salad. Now, how healthy is that? I don't even eat at school, and when I do, I eat a blueberry muffin and a small salad. I think junk food is wearing off on me. When I see it, I feel nauseas. Well, I have to get back to studying for math. Wish me luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-87834359?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87834359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87834359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87834359' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-87709287</id><published>2003-01-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T20:00:43.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I'm so beat up... I'm so lazy that I can't even pick up a school book and study for finals. And I really need it because I think I'm on border-line for history, math, physics, and maybe spanish. I know I can pull a B in history and spanish, but I'm a little worried about physics and math. We have a cumulative in both classes, but the thing is, in physics, it's sooo boring that no one can pay attention, and he doesnt even explain it well. He just flies through the homework, and taht's it. I'm soo screwed. I dunno about math though. I might be able to pull off a B, but I have no idea what my grade is in there, and I need to know so I can have an idea of how well I need to do. Spanish, I don't know my grade in there either, because of the 1 week of skool I missed, I turned in late homework, so she doesn't have my total grade tallied up yet. History,  it's just the chapter, but I didn't pay attention to the movies about Rockefeller and Carneje, so I really have to read up on that. I just hope that I can get at last anything higher than a C so I can get my license. But if not, I'm hoping that my dad will forget about the report card grade, and let me get it anyway. Cuz the earliest I can get it is March, and my grades come in I think at the end of January or beginning of February. And dude, even though I don't think I've gained weight, I still need to lose it for  my uncle's wedding on March 1. I'm just gonna go to the mall and pick up something at Wet Seal, and go. Well, I think that's it. Wish me luck on finals. And for those of you that are taking finals soon, good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-87709287?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87709287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87709287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87709287' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-87616870</id><published>2003-01-17T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T16:53:41.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Today was pretty long. First period, we finished the conclusion of "Moby-Dick" (the movie) and read for the rest of the period, we reviewed for our final in history, reviewed for our final in trig, discussed a physics problem in physics, played games in spanish, and practiced for softball. Man, I got soo slow. We ran the bases twice for our times, and first, i got like, 14.4, but the second time, Wat (the assistant coach) didnt tell me, but he said it was slower than my first one. I think it was because I had to pee soooo bad. We had to run it under 15 seconds. Then I had to speed-walk over to the pool deck after practice and change so I can get ready to test our boat for physics. If I've never mentioned this before, we had to build a boat out of cardboard and tape, and it had to carry 2 team members across the pool. I had to get in, and since Daniel was too much of a wuss to go in, Nathan, the heaviest guy in our group went in. Just remember, we only have to get across the pool once. Well, the guys wanted to keep on going until it sank, so we went like, 10 times. But it still didnt sink, so I got out and let the guys have fun. After they were done, Ryan Knapp was like, "Would you be mad if I pushed you in?" I was like, "Probably not, since I have my bathing suit on." So out of nowhere, Ryan and Chris Johnstone, who came out of baseball to see us, pushed me in. Man, it felt so nice because I was sweating so much in softball. I was going to push Daniel in, but he had a calculator on him and his watch. Plus, I'd have to pay for his clothes and stuff. But it was so fun. At least ours wasn't like AP physics where it had to be out of plastic and it had to carry 4 people instead of 2. Well, now I'm home, and I need to shower so I can eat and study for my confirmation exam tomorrow. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-87616870?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87616870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87616870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87616870' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-87455196</id><published>2003-01-14T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T19:58:18.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this past week has been such a tiring week. I got back last Sunday (I think it was the 5th) around 8 or 9. I didn't get to sleep around 4, though. The time change still had an effect on me. I slept in that pattern for about half the week. I had to catch up on all my homework since I couldn't work on it during the trip because of tours. Then, there was the physics project we had to work on. Good thing Mr. Walter made it due this Friday instead of the last...I went to Daniel's house on Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday to work on it. We're basically done, except for the paddles. I was a little behind on math lessons, so I think I failed my math test the week I came back. I'm finally caught up now, but I'm struggling in math, physics, and spanish. Having fun finally took it's toll on me. I got to miss a week of softball to make up my work, and now that I'm back, I realize that I'm in such bad shape. Man...I got these glamor shots back from Vietnam, and they're so pretty. I look a little weird in some of the poses, but that's okay. I don't know if I mentioned the freak of a photographer yet. He kept holding my hand and kissing and smelling it. At the very end, he asked if he could kiss my cheek. I was like, "No." I miss a lot of the people there, though. I hope I can see them soon. At least I have their email addresses. But now, I have to go and work. I'll try to write more often, though, not that there's much to write about. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-87455196?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87455196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/87455196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87455196' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-86865430</id><published>2003-01-02T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T22:38:50.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm coming back home to the states in about 2 days...(yay!) I mean, I'll miss it here, but I miss home so much more... And dude, I have so much homework I need help with. And I have so many tests to make up. So I'll be totally busy the week I come back. And there's also that physics project due the Friday I get back. I haven't even been able to work on it with my group. I feel really guilty about that. But I have smart people in my group, so that's ok. I'm getting my new glasses today... so that means that I don't have to wear my contacts all the time. They're soo cheap too. Around $50. I'll try to post the pix of my trip and glasses when I get back. I took a whole bunch with my dad's digital camera 'cuz he broke my charger for my camera. And there's this awesome pix of me and a tiger in Thailand. I'll try to scan that in and post it (That means that I need your help, Linda). See ya when I get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-86865430?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86865430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86865430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86865430' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-86776076</id><published>2002-12-31T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T22:01:57.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! I hope you had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year! I know I am. It's Jan 1 here, and tonight, I'm gonna celebrate it by going to this music show tonight with my dad's friend's daughter, Uyen. She's such a sweetie. Well, I'll tell you about it later. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-86776076?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86776076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86776076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86776076' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-86501413</id><published>2002-12-24T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T19:21:37.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I told everyone that I wouldn't be able to write until I got back, but I didn't know how many cyber cafes there were in Vietnam. Well, first I went to Thailand for a couple of days. It was sooo hot, but really kool though. We had the coolest tour guide, Sorawish. We did soo much shopping, but I didn't really get to buy much. Just little trinkets. But jeez, the flight was so long. First it was a 13 hour trip Taipei, then from there, a 6 hr trip to Thailand. Now I'm in Ha Noi, Vietnam. It's pretty kool here, but the traffic is soo bad. There aren't really lines in the street to separate the two ongoing traffic. You just kinda swerve around everyone. That gave me such a headache. A there are soo many motorcycles, so the air smells pretty bad. We first went to Sapa, this place in the mountains, and jeez, the trip was even more sickening than the plane flight, and believe me, I got really sick on the plane flight. This was worse because of all of the swerving and crap. And all for the mountain scenery. We stayed at the weirdest hotel for 2 nights. The workers were a little to friendly for my taste. Then we came back, and a day later, went to Ha Long, this beach city. It's so pretty. And we stayed at this newly opened hotel (1 month) for only 1 night! That was bullcrap. But oh well, what can u do, right? We came back yesterday. Tomorrow, we're leaving for central Vietnam. The thing that bugs the crap out of me so much about this freaken country is that every guy acts like they haven't seen a freaken girl before. They look me from head to toe, and it bugs me sooo much. I even got so mad I flicked a guy off. And another thing about this country is that since there's so many stores on the side of the streets, people come up and beg you to buy stuff. It's soo sad. Oh yea, we also got to visit my grandpa's sister's family. It was soo sad. They lived out in the country, and their houses are so sparse. It was run down and everything. And the kids are such sweethearts too. Man, I miss the states soo much. And man, do i miss x-mas with family. And of course, I miss getting presents. I can't even keep track of the date here because of the time difference. I don't plan on getting back until January 5, so if I'm lucky, i'll be able to find another internet place and write another blog. Write to you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-86501413?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86501413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/86501413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86501413' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-85884369</id><published>2002-12-12T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T00:27:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone! Today was such a tiring day. I fell asleep in like, all my classes. And I was so sluggish in all my classes, including softball, which I love to play. Today was like any other day, except for the fact that this guy, Monty, hung out with us today because one of the 2 guys he hangs out with normally wasnt at school today and the other one went somewhere else. Even though that's no big deal, it was nice seeing him after that long time of not seeing him. He's actually such a sweet guy, even though he dumped me a week before Homecoming.  I dunno if I'll ever completely let that go. One of his friends, Andrew Colling, said that he was afraid that I'd beat him up. Well, he should be. He didn't even have the guts to tell me himself. But I'm getting over it though. My friend, Elaine, already got my Christmas gift, which is a sweater from Hollister. But when she was wrapping it the other day, she found a hole in it. So she was a little bummed that she couldn't give me that sweater. So yesterday, she returned it for another one. I think she's giving it to me tomorrow. I haven't gotten her present yet, but I know she wants the new Christina Aguilera CD. So I think I'll get her that when I get back. Or I'll get her something over in Thailand and burn the CD for her. She doesnt really care as long as she has the CD. As for Daniel's present, he won't get his Spongebob boxers till his birthday, because I don't have enough money for Ashley Ridge's and Ashley Kasen's birthday present. And then there's Elaine's Christmas present also. I mean, come on, I'm not rich. I don't even have a job. But I hope to work in this coffee shop by my house called Coffee Bean. Well, I'm finally leaving for Thailand/Vietnam tomorrow for 3 weeks. I won't be coming back till January 5, so, sorry everyone, but there won't be any blogs for the next 3 weeks. See ya then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-85884369?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85884369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85884369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85884369' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-85828251</id><published>2002-12-10T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:55:37.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Well, today was sort of a good day. 1st period, we got to watch "the Simpsons" version of "the Raven" for english; 2nd period, there was a lesson on the civil rights movement; 3rd period was a math test which i think i bombed; 4th period was a physics lab; 5th period was review for our spanish test tomorrow, and 6th was batting cages. Good thing that happened today was that my friend Daniel Quiroz let me borrow 5 CD's for my upcoming trip to Vietnam in 2 days. They're Incubus's, Newfound Glory, Trust Company, and Unwritten Law. Good CD's. Another good thing about today was that i got to go to the mall. I got the cutest shirt from this awesome store called Hollister. It's like an Abercrombie and Fitch store. My mom also got me the cutest purple Abercrombie shirt. But the eeriest thing happened to me today. This guy, Hugh, whom I haven't talked to since my freshman year (I'm a junior now), suddenly comes up to me at lunch and asks, "What do u have 6th period?" I answer, "Softball." "Well, I'm going to write you a note, is that okay?" "Sure." "Ok, wait for me after 5th, ok?" "Okay." Okay, call me strange, but that was the weirdest confrontation about watever. I mean, for some reason, I think he wants to ask me out, cuz I think he used to like me in 9th grade, but I mean, come on, I haven't talked to the guy in 2 years, we don't even hang out together, I rarely ever see him or even say, "Hi" to him. He'll smile at me, so sometimes, I'll smile back to be nice. But if he thinks that I actually like him and want to go out with him, wow, he's in for a big surprise. Not to sound materialistic or judgemental, but I don't date guys like him. He's I think what my cousin would call, "straight-edge." Or something like that. He's sort of a punker. And not to sound materialistic again, but I like my men FIT. Or at least lean. This guy is I guess what you would call soft. Not jello-y soft, but just mushy-ish soft. Well, time for bed. Thanx for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-85828251?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85828251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85828251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85828251' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4001786.post-85711178</id><published>2002-12-08T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T20:50:33.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting this blog. My life might be a little boring, but I hope you enjoy it anyway because stupid stuff really happen. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4001786-85711178?l=volleygurl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85711178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4001786/posts/default/85711178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://volleygurl.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85711178' title=''/><author><name>Kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07443559138324663539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
