<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4945731235948909679</id><updated>2024-10-24T02:01:13.078-07:00</updated><category term="baby Myla"/><category term="boyfriends and more"/><category term="hate your job"/><category term="having a job"/><category term="love hurt and tyler"/><category term="rude people"/><category term="working"/><title type='text'>Kayla&#39;s life</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog page is just about what i am doing daily and just my plain life as me being kayla!if you want more on my life dealing with fashion go check out my other blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-5658663380131976364</id><published>2012-04-21T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T03:29:08.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5658663380131976364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/04/hey-guys-i-know-i-havent-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5658663380131976364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5658663380131976364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/04/hey-guys-i-know-i-havent-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-5628351793213922838</id><published>2012-03-11T11:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T11:59:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>There are those little moments with your best friend. Your in love with your best friend and they say they like you. You guys flirt mess around to them its being stupid or having fun but to you means more than what it means to them. I have learned that you have to save yourself before you get hurt. Being in love with you best friend is hard because they will say something like this (i like you but i can&#39;t be with you because i can&#39;t do that with one of my best friends, also i don&#39;t want to lose you.) if they something like that they really don&#39;t know that their losing you more now than they will your together then breakup. I am going through this with my best jazmin. we have been friends for about 8 months it took me one look at her and i knew i was in love with her. she found in january and it turned my life hell because she had a girlfriend one after another. you like me you have to take that risk that chance before you lose it. there are a lot of things in life but being in love you have one chance and if you blow it good luck getting back because i can say that she will most likely not get that chance back.. on top of all she had a gf and so did i. we both cheated on them but with each other. don&#39;t let your best friend use u and then throw to the side because it aint a good to have. your broken hearted you wish you had never met them. what i do the most is i ignore her to see if she will chase after me. idk if she will or not but i hope that she knows what she wants that she needs to go after it before she loses it. i don&#39;t regret cheating on the girl i was with because i didnt like her. but jazmin she regretted it. it hurts when your best friend makes out with you and then right after literally the second after it happens she says i shouldn&#39;t have done that. i really want you guys to see that teenage relationships lead to heartbreak you guys should go through high school livin it young wild and free..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5628351793213922838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/03/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5628351793213922838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5628351793213922838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/03/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8044546935311488550</id><published>2012-02-01T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:56:24.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Problems!</title><content type='html'>Well you guys here is my weekly post on my week and day! This week was good until today after dinner.. My mom found out that i was on my other Facebook! Of course I lied and told here I haven&#39;t and I couldn&#39;t because my dad delete.. also today was good because i got my pack of cigarettes today and thank god she doesn&#39;t know about that! I just had long talk with my mom and I begged her to let me go to seattle for a week in april:) but when i asked her about me being lesbian i asked her if she cares about it and she completely ignored the question that doesn&#39;t make me feel good about myself what so ever!! I will just have to accept the fact that she never will and when I&#39;m down with high school and when i am 18 she can&#39;t stop me and the choices i make i really need to get her out of my life and just spend it with my cousin alecsis the one that accepts me for me and myself!! i love you alecsis and i need to talk you tomorrow at school i might even cry all day long and just go back and be in depressed mood at not talk at all:/ at least my aunt darnell would understand and accept me for me and who i am..  night everyone</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8044546935311488550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8044546935311488550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8044546935311488550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-problems.html' title='Life Problems!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4120289201605773796</id><published>2012-01-26T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:56:26.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pink Lips:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; 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How can i be in love with someone that has cheated on all of their exs? is that possible i know tell alicia one but in my heart its comes down to i have to tell JAZMIN everything its hard tell i really just have to show her by kissing her but i don&#39;t want to kiss her and then she pushes me away and doesn&#39;t want to talk to me ever again... HELP ME PLEASE... i know this a lot but its true love is a battlefield also tears show ur true feelings word just speak them! I LOVE YOU JAZMIN CORTES YOU ARE NUMBER ONE IN MY HEART!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5277413544243723834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5277413544243723834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5277413544243723834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-test.html' title='The true test'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8433481175391210300</id><published>2012-01-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:40:57.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazmin Cortes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;Okay so here is my blog post about Jazmin that i promised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;So the first thing i want to say is tat she is so god damn fucking sexy i would hit her up in a heart beat. She has a nice fucking tight ass nice boobs and a good fuckin sexy ass body and i really want her even if its just a hook up i want her. My friend divine said she would hook me up with one of her friends but i said i will only if you can get with Jazmin first and thats it. Her lips make me want to just stand up grab her by the arms and grab her ass while i am kissing her full on:D Well her i want to just be with her but that is my number on fantasy and i want it to come true!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8433481175391210300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/jazmin-cortes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8433481175391210300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8433481175391210300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/jazmin-cortes.html' title='Jazmin Cortes!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4205949430109774685</id><published>2012-01-14T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:31:09.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisexual or Lesbain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey everyone! So todays blog post is about being Bisexual or Lesbain. Why you ask? Well people always ask me what am I. I tell them I&#39;m bisexual. I am bisexual. Three ways you can tell your bisexual. Here they are... 1) . you think about a girl all the time. 2).You have a weird feeling when your around that person 3). You kissed a girl and you want to do it again.... These are some of the ways I found out I was bisexual. I always thought I was bisexual but about 5 months I started to like my best friend Jazmin! Every time I am around her I always happy. She was the first person I had told about me being bisexual. Jazmin she is bisexual as well and I care about her a lot. I spent my own money on buying her a necklace:) she loves it and was wearing it all day today at school. She makes my heart want to explode of love for her. She knows how I feel and she knows that I want to be more than friends and i have the biggest feeling she wants the same but is scared to ask me out. Idk what I should do because I want her now and everyone knows that but her. I want to tell her that but im scared to because she just got out of a relationship with a girl that she says she loves but they were only dating about a month and a week. So i need help on how to tell her my feels??? HELP ME PLEASE.......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOXO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;   style=&quot;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kayla Hopson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4205949430109774685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/bisexual-or-lesbain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4205949430109774685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4205949430109774685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/bisexual-or-lesbain.html' title='Bisexual or Lesbain'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4039814402607626773</id><published>2012-01-09T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:54:08.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You complain about your mistake &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You want to fix them starting with a new break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give a look and think about  your past &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you see that its more than your past it your life &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can&#39;t think of reasons why you made those mistakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its all about the pressure that people put on you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;They don&#39;t see that they are hurting you just as much as they are hurting themselves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can&#39;t change the way people are they their minds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some are totally stupid &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Others are smart as can be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want to change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is someone wanting you to change yourself  just to fit in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its all about friends and the right choices &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a voice to stand up for your rights&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If people don&#39;t agree why should you have to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life calls for a chance to fix mistakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start a new year off fresh &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I didn&#39;t like the old me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was rude &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurtful, mean, though, stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;By saying I was stupid &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I mean I made a choice to do something I didn&#39;t think about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate myself for what I did &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wasn&#39;t the only person &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;There someone I thought was a friend or more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;They turned on me right when I need them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Give life a try &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t give up &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You never know what could be coming your way soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2012 a new year also a fresh start&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;color:#cc33cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kayla Hopson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4039814402607626773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4039814402607626773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4039814402607626773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes.html' title='Changes!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-2278417792043524286</id><published>2012-01-03T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:44:52.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DisneyLand Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;270&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/vPTj8okAiJM?fs=1&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/2278417792043524286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/disneyland-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/2278417792043524286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/2278417792043524286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2012/01/disneyland-blog.html' title='DisneyLand Blog!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/vPTj8okAiJM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4135837471664696577</id><published>2011-12-04T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:09:51.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents!!!!</title><content type='html'>No phone thanks a lot mom and dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4135837471664696577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/12/parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4135837471664696577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4135837471664696577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/12/parents.html' title='Parents!!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-9150315659298952452</id><published>2011-09-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:56:51.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday!</title><content type='html'>Okay so on september 15th i turned 14 and now i had a great birthday i got a gift card to ulta and i got some clothes a new purse for school and i am very happy cause i got to spend some time with my uncle. and on friday we had are grape festival where i live and i went with a bunch of friends and then i hungout with my boyfriend and then i went home at like 10:30pm and then fell asleep on my floor in my room at like 11:00 that was a crazy night. well im happy and now i feel like im in high school. one because of the crazyness and two because im 14 now not 13 anymore!:)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/9150315659298952452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/9150315659298952452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/9150315659298952452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8020744451788197729</id><published>2011-08-14T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:57:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers and Video typing!</title><content type='html'>Okay so my brother Chris is very funny and stupid at times! Its funny when he tells me things that i dont need to know and then he doesnt realize i have that against him and sometimes he should becare what he tells his little sister muhahahaha! Love you Chris&amp;lt;3 just watch out i might do something to crazy the shit out of you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8020744451788197729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/brothers-and-video-typing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8020744451788197729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8020744451788197729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/brothers-and-video-typing.html' title='Brothers and Video typing!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4947179757580675612</id><published>2011-08-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:13:28.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys!</title><content type='html'>This a topic that i choose because, im in high school and being in high school there are a lot of guys but i only see one in the whole school that i really like and have feeling for. I have dated three that go to school there but this one he has something about him that i just love. i dont what it is he does to make me like him. He is so sweet and special. I myself feel special when im around him. He makes me laugh, smile, giggle, blush, and when i see him he is all that is one my mind and all i want is for him to hug me and kiss me. I really want him to ask me out and i dont want him to go out with me for a bet or because he is filling that empty space with a girlfriend. I want him to actaully like me for me and maybe how i look bu that doesnt matter at this point in my life. All i want is that high school romance that every girl dreams about having because its what makes high school high school. I like him a lot and i think im evening falling in love with him. He doesnt know that i feel this way still he knew before but i dont think he even remembers that i still have feelings for him that are real and not fake like his last girlfriend. Connor if your reading this i dout you are please know that i really like you and that you mean more to me than you ever did. we use to fight and hate eachother but then that one night when we stood and talked for like ever i realize that when i looked into your eyes that i felt something i had never felt. Connor your making me feel and think that you dont feel the same and id really like to know how you feel about me? please text me so that we can talk about our friendship please? Well i just want to tell everyone out there that there are plenty of guys you will see if your in high school or going to into high school that there are a lot of cute guys that you like and want to date and you mights date some of them but in the end there will be one that will be your high school sweetheart and i think i found him but i dont think he found his yet and if its me then i will jump up and down a thousand times and realize that i was right that i was the one for him and that he was the one for me but life doesnt work that way yet for all of us but all i hope is that i can at least date him once in my high school life! So i love everyone and mostly Connor S. and i dont care what my friends think about you and that i like you its my feelings for you and nobody can change that not even my parents! I LOVE YOU&amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4947179757580675612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4947179757580675612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4947179757580675612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/08/boys.html' title='Boys!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8183239321366205869</id><published>2011-07-26T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:55:50.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>june favorites 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height=&quot;344&quot; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616799456601394210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3C_FNJEhUb4AymqT_PFU-DUUzmRL0KC6VRcwcXuGZ4hb67Fm_yPBczRLsNu7NDbaSVW5q-clJQmuTMYWbprDkmjHB6kok8Dbh0pJOKJQnoPLCgkc08vPx9kCUf4i-f5T-FkIKfpC6jA/s320/baby+myla+6.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay here is an updated photo of my baby cousin Myla! if you watched my recent video on youtube you will know that i said i was going to upload a new picture of my cousin Myla! she had gained a pound my father has said she is now 2lbs 8ounces. she is so pericous and i love her with all my heart she means so much to me!&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/6203577042630920028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-myla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/6203577042630920028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/6203577042630920028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-myla.html' title='Baby Myla!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3C_FNJEhUb4AymqT_PFU-DUUzmRL0KC6VRcwcXuGZ4hb67Fm_yPBczRLsNu7NDbaSVW5q-clJQmuTMYWbprDkmjHB6kok8Dbh0pJOKJQnoPLCgkc08vPx9kCUf4i-f5T-FkIKfpC6jA/s72-c/baby+myla+6.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-5443209730964190560</id><published>2011-05-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:27:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Grade Promotion or Graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukUsljv3uPI1EDpKBCvnmO4W5TDjRCeCGQ6tpFu32Nu9M4hxDVh5vcxVHfIcpZ7cpIjb6bomcgjo7Q0ofAN5RrGh-NMTb15ncFT6O1OfWmthhdiTKcd06cMPEtfKWUBc2VGLvKDNQ5Q/s1600/in+car+2.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816925103182994&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukUsljv3uPI1EDpKBCvnmO4W5TDjRCeCGQ6tpFu32Nu9M4hxDVh5vcxVHfIcpZ7cpIjb6bomcgjo7Q0ofAN5RrGh-NMTb15ncFT6O1OfWmthhdiTKcd06cMPEtfKWUBc2VGLvKDNQ5Q/s320/in+car+2.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i took this photo in the car on my way to dinner at a place called Shi Ra Soni 2! i love the food there it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXk-W17Gh0dgPtiVVeERaRyT7i84c9EtazZMV4l9RZNKg5Ik6qLaNe6EdwTaL5saUrj2rn5V82UzoLaSHC6tlTXNmhu0RESLGPEMr8SR7HnaO3YQbwYzhqPWh34hpA1olzhvm1Um8tQ/s1600/group+photo.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816920869537906&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXk-W17Gh0dgPtiVVeERaRyT7i84c9EtazZMV4l9RZNKg5Ik6qLaNe6EdwTaL5saUrj2rn5V82UzoLaSHC6tlTXNmhu0RESLGPEMr8SR7HnaO3YQbwYzhqPWh34hpA1olzhvm1Um8tQ/s320/group+photo.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this photo was taken before promotion with some of my friends! we all looked great!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWXcaz5mlbuk8wrw0xZ9aUcc-YL_n7_hjmYYJ80yf7Tx-T3gnNZumy7depei7Ha9_2t7CwC1LNqEG0RelbVKrxhegiK3KGe6NYwKT6S-5dpAH_WgIzusCyoJsPfNXd8rok5YPJP_S5w/s1600/dance+group+photo.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816917856310578&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixWXcaz5mlbuk8wrw0xZ9aUcc-YL_n7_hjmYYJ80yf7Tx-T3gnNZumy7depei7Ha9_2t7CwC1LNqEG0RelbVKrxhegiK3KGe6NYwKT6S-5dpAH_WgIzusCyoJsPfNXd8rok5YPJP_S5w/s320/dance+group+photo.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken at my 8th grade promotion dance on May 20,2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIFrwXQwUcZh5rutFfm7Cb4dLrRA4giUojK-nfV6fKdcE21Gm9fiv5EqulNS0qrZ8aWZo5BGNwrM1CNgjHSagkNqQKzvt9P0uVQCeLhWyl33pgJV8gRG0gwG5ZJBSTsooPeq3FNf3Lw/s1600/car+photo.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816909669559410&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIFrwXQwUcZh5rutFfm7Cb4dLrRA4giUojK-nfV6fKdcE21Gm9fiv5EqulNS0qrZ8aWZo5BGNwrM1CNgjHSagkNqQKzvt9P0uVQCeLhWyl33pgJV8gRG0gwG5ZJBSTsooPeq3FNf3Lw/s320/car+photo.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken by my mother! after everything was done me and some of my friends got on my friend kaley&#39;s mothers car. they wrote everybodys name that was in the 8th grade class of 2010-2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_-JiuIjLtPmtObi7jmJYYcV1TAzHcHa-KxXLqHJ8CyfIWa_8GASbBRjx_pQpwDy4OMeaNKVnenzjjmxAQgRCqpb-z9QNtFKvFSWDj5tsY7hb1Llxx7oYEBJNz6HQ4ZxA4GfdZq5M4Q/s1600/at+home.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611816912873877170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_-JiuIjLtPmtObi7jmJYYcV1TAzHcHa-KxXLqHJ8CyfIWa_8GASbBRjx_pQpwDy4OMeaNKVnenzjjmxAQgRCqpb-z9QNtFKvFSWDj5tsY7hb1Llxx7oYEBJNz6HQ4ZxA4GfdZq5M4Q/s320/at+home.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me at home in the dress i wore to my 8th grade promotion! this was taken after but i am so proud of myself for doing! i would have never do it with the help of all my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I am really gonna miss everyone that I have gonna to school with from 1st grade until now. I love you Brittany and Brandon! I am gonna miss you both so much! The three of us have done so much together may have had rough times but we got through them together as a family. I am really gonna miss my middle school because I have grown attached to it (if that makes any sense) i really am gonna miss everyone so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay now its time for me to get ready for another party for the 8th grade class of 2010-2011! See ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/5443209730964190560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/8th-grade-promotion-or-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5443209730964190560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/5443209730964190560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/8th-grade-promotion-or-graduation.html' title='8th Grade Promotion or Graduation!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukUsljv3uPI1EDpKBCvnmO4W5TDjRCeCGQ6tpFu32Nu9M4hxDVh5vcxVHfIcpZ7cpIjb6bomcgjo7Q0ofAN5RrGh-NMTb15ncFT6O1OfWmthhdiTKcd06cMPEtfKWUBc2VGLvKDNQ5Q/s72-c/in+car+2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4353244362859979808</id><published>2011-05-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:50:21.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrGZKjtx2YHaZegwjI7gGMcZmYf_PwT-mWXVoaZB8tr3LFP8d9H-DMIH9qdDCmXHo4lAVlf0Bs9X22sc4kVORPOzjELSn4QnvGGcJe1hkShinMnIrpLAX2FEJnVDz6N2rd2tIzaXsAA/s1600/248245_228722170475700_100000137551729_1103622_1956126_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609041799307009298&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrGZKjtx2YHaZegwjI7gGMcZmYf_PwT-mWXVoaZB8tr3LFP8d9H-DMIH9qdDCmXHo4lAVlf0Bs9X22sc4kVORPOzjELSn4QnvGGcJe1hkShinMnIrpLAX2FEJnVDz6N2rd2tIzaXsAA/s320/248245_228722170475700_100000137551729_1103622_1956126_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my friend hannah at are end of the year dance and we had an amazing time tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvkjaVsXciPbYjiHPhzqjJ-OzxK4R_JuY5-gLrvu4UoVBFN4WaIT7DMjVDlZhYdQTKE-QrbSidxD9vr3SQmsIbUK7ihywYr8LfqqCi7FnUUr8YV8_XJeCOn9LmkAWtN6SY-tPFZMsRA/s1600/247238_228722413809009_100000137551729_1103625_1873242_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609041794368334178&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvkjaVsXciPbYjiHPhzqjJ-OzxK4R_JuY5-gLrvu4UoVBFN4WaIT7DMjVDlZhYdQTKE-QrbSidxD9vr3SQmsIbUK7ihywYr8LfqqCi7FnUUr8YV8_XJeCOn9LmkAWtN6SY-tPFZMsRA/s320/247238_228722413809009_100000137551729_1103625_1873242_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and hannah and brittany and my other friend kaley we were in the bathroom bored and are feet were killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE9_ZqHOTKKqHLNHXTUd16G90b7RGlNeacw83YVePJlngMvHrIfmaC23SlW782LDFU_SntJIYyGZ2_P6UitbSux2dzw2fzP9R8paAjXAAmBjsqs182K9s6bzeEk623Ks_LXBeVVM4dKw/s1600/230924_228722053809045_100000137551729_1103620_1352600_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609041792231895506&quot; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me being stupid and crazy with a coke in my hand in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ivZsHO6Gg4cgK4wKpuUogrXKVg1DTUtiK3lTDz2mPYw2AGpDNkKQFlYMORKRLpXnSBaho_mmrPuq1T1SdrTq2I14TuZb-jZNrhJ2HOcmcDhbi7oqVsxpIdUjhwTHCSsmcLjHsvm7WQ/s1600/230521_228722127142371_100000137551729_1103621_2570527_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609041784341216482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ivZsHO6Gg4cgK4wKpuUogrXKVg1DTUtiK3lTDz2mPYw2AGpDNkKQFlYMORKRLpXnSBaho_mmrPuq1T1SdrTq2I14TuZb-jZNrhJ2HOcmcDhbi7oqVsxpIdUjhwTHCSsmcLjHsvm7WQ/s320/230521_228722127142371_100000137551729_1103621_2570527_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and just me i love this picture because i look so pretty and so do all my friends tho so i love you all for all the nice commpilments tonight i love you all so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4353244362859979808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-and-my-friend-hannah-at-are-end-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4353244362859979808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4353244362859979808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-and-my-friend-hannah-at-are-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrGZKjtx2YHaZegwjI7gGMcZmYf_PwT-mWXVoaZB8tr3LFP8d9H-DMIH9qdDCmXHo4lAVlf0Bs9X22sc4kVORPOzjELSn4QnvGGcJe1hkShinMnIrpLAX2FEJnVDz6N2rd2tIzaXsAA/s72-c/248245_228722170475700_100000137551729_1103622_1956126_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8914209849491399674</id><published>2011-05-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:54:54.697-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby Myla"/><title type='text'>My Baby Cousin Myla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkRRgqRMr3iPfeTfws42x2YmPoLKuk-Mh6OjYA56p6zzVRhqWDh0grrnp8Tcc8bbxfhRkDyNp8AW0rOB6H1DLr9FgR70EanFHI26LYK9jammNloDbxkGTiG8mRnruvZTTOjt93QpH-w/s1600/baby+myla+5.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605585715276528210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkRRgqRMr3iPfeTfws42x2YmPoLKuk-Mh6OjYA56p6zzVRhqWDh0grrnp8Tcc8bbxfhRkDyNp8AW0rOB6H1DLr9FgR70EanFHI26LYK9jammNloDbxkGTiG8mRnruvZTTOjt93QpH-w/s320/baby+myla+5.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is a photo of my baby cousin Myla she is i believe about two pounds now im not sure she is three weeks old. i am so worried about her health but i know that she will be strong just like her mommy and daddy. she is the most pericous thing ever and while i am typing this i would really love it. if everybody that reads this post will pray for her please if you will that would mean a lot to my whole family mostly my aunt and uncle the sadest thing of all is that this is my aunt and uncle&#39;s first child and they aren&#39;t used to having this type of thing happen to a baby more to fact i dont think anybody is used to it cause this rarely happens but you know what she will be strong i can feel in me that she will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0I0kR-KVGs9KPYBQOq7-RSkukD0r67Ic7qG9vSntHD1I8bAsGbrJBiYbD907JMv4l7xajiNhSPyy3UJICIn1-YhzgngLAspDjdwKyXoQD8qP_9ENTn7ckKJjtzk7ZircNKEI-VT-Ijg/s1600/baby+myla+4.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605585712121301058&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0I0kR-KVGs9KPYBQOq7-RSkukD0r67Ic7qG9vSntHD1I8bAsGbrJBiYbD907JMv4l7xajiNhSPyy3UJICIn1-YhzgngLAspDjdwKyXoQD8qP_9ENTn7ckKJjtzk7ZircNKEI-VT-Ijg/s320/baby+myla+4.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this photo was takin by my father he is at the hospital where my cousin was born. im not going to say which hospital well for one i dont think you guys need to know and the second reason is i forgot the name of the hospital. the hand in this photo is my uncle&#39;s hand her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRvF0FCtQI7MCFRPi_YPgDZkTbZXBqGL1zPYj3OaJpffhhhsAQ2OR31_b66bYr3jKyPSIxuxzhmCXIFZ4hqUIRVdMu29KyYVP17Gz06ckhIeWIQ3XwVo2bQ9Lcck4CtXi2l7PUgF3mA/s1600/baby+myla+3.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605585708193796450&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRvF0FCtQI7MCFRPi_YPgDZkTbZXBqGL1zPYj3OaJpffhhhsAQ2OR31_b66bYr3jKyPSIxuxzhmCXIFZ4hqUIRVdMu29KyYVP17Gz06ckhIeWIQ3XwVo2bQ9Lcck4CtXi2l7PUgF3mA/s320/baby+myla+3.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh i almost forgot the thing that is covering her eyes are pertecting them from the light well since she is so little she hasnt formed strong eye site yet so if she had the thing off her eyes the light would hurt her little eyes that she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_9IjHnsYmZ7exbwL2gW4-NwmjR7bNzzNvAc2zqyFmAVj-Gm0OF-8f3XUQDxaEfRKS6i3evFbaHCJwN3gNkXWiLC6hpVO4ADVoMpsuXl56UScGkLyFWWLSlNjsCtpAy6bUl7M6w1RlA/s1600/baby+myla+2.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605585703849192642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_9IjHnsYmZ7exbwL2gW4-NwmjR7bNzzNvAc2zqyFmAVj-Gm0OF-8f3XUQDxaEfRKS6i3evFbaHCJwN3gNkXWiLC6hpVO4ADVoMpsuXl56UScGkLyFWWLSlNjsCtpAy6bUl7M6w1RlA/s320/baby+myla+2.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby Myla once again. i cant really say a lot about this photo and the next one either so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9KiB_ccBpUj6ZP3JGIaVEqSthV97xxlbswpNYHfOapNCS8gyIgZUBJKP5nkh-YPC8oJtpITXlyZzXPZLaDwKt6-kEre9RJ2OWQtrP_7UPlHn97uDAgxP3Kt6iNyisswrNDMcL-n_1g/s1600/photo+1.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605585698798421282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9KiB_ccBpUj6ZP3JGIaVEqSthV97xxlbswpNYHfOapNCS8gyIgZUBJKP5nkh-YPC8oJtpITXlyZzXPZLaDwKt6-kEre9RJ2OWQtrP_7UPlHn97uDAgxP3Kt6iNyisswrNDMcL-n_1g/s320/photo+1.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again it would mean i a lot to my family is you could pray for her. thank you to all that have or that will pray for her thank you everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will update everybody soon so yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8914209849491399674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby-cousin-myla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8914209849491399674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8914209849491399674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-baby-cousin-myla.html' title='My Baby Cousin Myla'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfkRRgqRMr3iPfeTfws42x2YmPoLKuk-Mh6OjYA56p6zzVRhqWDh0grrnp8Tcc8bbxfhRkDyNp8AW0rOB6H1DLr9FgR70EanFHI26LYK9jammNloDbxkGTiG8mRnruvZTTOjt93QpH-w/s72-c/baby+myla+5.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-184352397196991487</id><published>2011-04-29T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:48:25.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk8o2Oi8umF4RTkqEZGEuHupuE2NVijOyipeGq4Ca2rPLTGIbhmlkv3l8WYpJgMDWObln3VU4S54shKVXPerE_ha8opYG9winNkDX-j_hNWUZrYWY-P9YMwcdlqrJ5eaYXNp1EKw94g/s1600/230063_222722984408952_100000137551729_1049933_5240039_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601248681640197010&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk8o2Oi8umF4RTkqEZGEuHupuE2NVijOyipeGq4Ca2rPLTGIbhmlkv3l8WYpJgMDWObln3VU4S54shKVXPerE_ha8opYG9winNkDX-j_hNWUZrYWY-P9YMwcdlqrJ5eaYXNp1EKw94g/s320/230063_222722984408952_100000137551729_1049933_5240039_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sissy savanah and i love this gurl she is so crazy but i love here so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0MAVwUXyl8vjnY5MaC5fpvmQnDBwuRMCq0YGOuK4CdnUaMN-2hswO8O2AvayElqE9hXADhRytXkkxCcneMEcBYPYzKWJX9M605vGKEMgper1Ij6npqVWhyphenhyphenUc24zU3yq5tMdEAp7ygA/s1600/226589_222723081075609_100000137551729_1049934_5209893_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601248677123209026&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0MAVwUXyl8vjnY5MaC5fpvmQnDBwuRMCq0YGOuK4CdnUaMN-2hswO8O2AvayElqE9hXADhRytXkkxCcneMEcBYPYzKWJX9M605vGKEMgper1Ij6npqVWhyphenhyphenUc24zU3yq5tMdEAp7ygA/s320/226589_222723081075609_100000137551729_1049934_5209893_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sissy aubrey and my sissy savanah i love this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSVu__oU2aT6FWi1josCI5wlAcGu8-MoJC9qsu_GwNamTlELBbVvPEbkUq1pXcoM4aQKujMe5kW5T2wSwkaku3nPJsoHtu0XNg6ybEUSsjDxtks0Hsvmzbpt_icuR1uP5YMhFpNKUfA/s1600/226206_222722061075711_100000137551729_1049928_5445623_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601248674916320226&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls being crazy but i love them anyways tho!&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2H6gqHJmzw5vcBJqerfg-aZjRsY2TQoeukrLjK9RHvRONL73gk0NuLf_E1A-08nkmJmtQ4yNg9Vp6C-nqTNPN4xuJzdpz2qc268JQAWUN4pgeHzZi_o__ZnDb8RvQ29SAXc2gijDJg/s1600/224743_222721801075737_100000137551729_1049926_1114483_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601248665656591698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2H6gqHJmzw5vcBJqerfg-aZjRsY2TQoeukrLjK9RHvRONL73gk0NuLf_E1A-08nkmJmtQ4yNg9Vp6C-nqTNPN4xuJzdpz2qc268JQAWUN4pgeHzZi_o__ZnDb8RvQ29SAXc2gijDJg/s320/224743_222721801075737_100000137551729_1049926_1114483_n.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my sissy savanah love you &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/184352397196991487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sissy-savanah-and-i-love-this-gurl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/184352397196991487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/184352397196991487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sissy-savanah-and-i-love-this-gurl.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsk8o2Oi8umF4RTkqEZGEuHupuE2NVijOyipeGq4Ca2rPLTGIbhmlkv3l8WYpJgMDWObln3VU4S54shKVXPerE_ha8opYG9winNkDX-j_hNWUZrYWY-P9YMwcdlqrJ5eaYXNp1EKw94g/s72-c/230063_222722984408952_100000137551729_1049933_5240039_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8076218732919908752</id><published>2011-04-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:32:45.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULodoc3ij89V06-eHrFO7fv22927EYwuBMfXdi37xdCgDPJnKvM16oLcK7MjoEkS3fJHlhI-KU4cS3GkbaCjdslScSHVlwauCwIX_1mHt2LpWjQR4FBb8iimcQn9qLpfTc3SnT7Mpnw/s1600/baby+cashman.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600424968913165922&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULodoc3ij89V06-eHrFO7fv22927EYwuBMfXdi37xdCgDPJnKvM16oLcK7MjoEkS3fJHlhI-KU4cS3GkbaCjdslScSHVlwauCwIX_1mHt2LpWjQR4FBb8iimcQn9qLpfTc3SnT7Mpnw/s320/baby+cashman.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is my new baby cousin she has no name yet she was born early this morin andshe is a per-merge baby and i think my mom said she weighs 1lb 8ounces and she is in Las Vegas and she will be there for the next four to five months but i just want this year to go by fast so that she can come home and be home in California were she will live most of the time. They will be going back and forth from vegas and san degio where they will be living. I LOVE YOU BABY COUSIN&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8076218732919908752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-my-new-baby-cousin-she-has-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8076218732919908752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8076218732919908752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-my-new-baby-cousin-she-has-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULodoc3ij89V06-eHrFO7fv22927EYwuBMfXdi37xdCgDPJnKvM16oLcK7MjoEkS3fJHlhI-KU4cS3GkbaCjdslScSHVlwauCwIX_1mHt2LpWjQR4FBb8iimcQn9qLpfTc3SnT7Mpnw/s72-c/baby+cashman.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-267527531478253246</id><published>2011-04-20T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:50:08.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>on skype with my boyfriend and we r having the best convo ever in my whole life!:) i love you!&amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/267527531478253246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/267527531478253246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/267527531478253246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriends'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-4469618562413255312</id><published>2011-04-07T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:55:19.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>Ok I am in the 8th grade and next year i start high school and the past two weeks we have been picking are classes for nexted year! I can&#39;t wait till next year I will be with all my old friends and will have new friends and thats the best part about high school! The one thing teenagers going into high school is that the classes are harder but you won&#39;t have as much homework that you have in middle school. The best thing for me is that at my local high school you only have six classes! xoxox, Kayla Hopson&amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/4469618562413255312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4469618562413255312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/4469618562413255312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945731235948909679.post-8908520242553197041</id><published>2011-04-02T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:17:10.673-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love hurt and tyler"/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life sucks for everybody at some point in their life and for me its everyday! I hurt everyday and I know why I always hope its something else buts not its more than that its love! Love is what brings me down and thats why I am always hurting is because my heart is broken and the one person who broke it will never be able to fix it ever again! Maybe one day but that one day is a long ways away and something will have happened by then! It hurts even more knowing who he likes and wondering what they have that you don&#39;t have is another thing that brings me down more than anything in life. I think all the time about what I did wrong to lose the best thing i have ever had and not knowing what I did really makes me hurt even more than I already do. Some people say it takes time to heel but what if you never heel from it then what? What else is there in life besides hate? I need to know cause as life goes on time will never heel. And will never have anybody. I always think that i am special but i&#39;m not and i know that now since I am not with the one person that i truely love with all my heart and i will never know the really reason that we broke up in the first place. The most hard part is that I can&#39;t talk to my parents cause they don&#39;t know that I date. I feel really alone right now sitting in my bedroom on my bed crying I just wish he knew how I feel about him. He is my love my never ending love! and i wish i knew how he felt about me. he is my everything and he needs to know that. will he please just stay my baby!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/feeds/8908520242553197041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8908520242553197041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945731235948909679/posts/default/8908520242553197041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylahopson.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02313125212777237158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>