<?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-5707565803789520806</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:06:01.568-06:00</updated><category term='Photos'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Week In Review'/><category term='What the F?'/><category term='C+C'/><category term='TMO'/><category term='Makeup'/><category term='Quoted'/><category term='Ask KayElle'/><category term='Vids'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Notes'/><title type='text'>Thin Linzy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-7326360303346982934</id><published>2009-07-18T04:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:27:26.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>redirect.</title><content type='html'>over hurrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youhavebeenblushed.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't come here anymore fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new look&lt;br /&gt;better look&lt;br /&gt;and i have motivation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-7326360303346982934?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7326360303346982934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/redirect.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7326360303346982934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7326360303346982934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/07/redirect.html' title='redirect.'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-3261584577190431316</id><published>2009-06-22T01:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:54:59.982-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love game</title><content type='html'>my new favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so. blogging has been the shits lately.&lt;br /&gt;update: i'm done school. almost. i have an exam on wednesday. then i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm not working, i'm not at home.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm at home, i'm sleeping or eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also in the middle of switching my blog over to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;yeah ... i know.&lt;br /&gt;one reason though.&lt;br /&gt;you can reply directly to comments and have your reply shown right underneath.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i thought that was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, for the time being, follow me on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;the link is over there. ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me know who you are. send me a direct message or some shiiz.&lt;br /&gt;i'm already following a few of you.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for all the crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-3261584577190431316?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3261584577190431316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-game.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/3261584577190431316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/3261584577190431316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-game.html' title='love game'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-2231920121833642083</id><published>2009-06-18T00:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:10:15.620-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMO'/><title type='text'>what i hate the most about cashier-ing</title><content type='html'>when people come up to pay for their stuff and they're on their cell phone. can you seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; take the few minutes, tell the person to hang on, and at least acknowledge me and answer my questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello, how are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"did anyone help you out today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shake head* (because they don't want to interrupt their conversation and actually tell me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ring their stuff through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your total comes to $$.$$"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hands me card while still gabbering and laughing away on their phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"reciept with you or in the bag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points to bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have a nice night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god nothing pisses me off more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-2231920121833642083?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2231920121833642083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-hate-most-about-cashier-ing.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2231920121833642083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2231920121833642083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-hate-most-about-cashier-ing.html' title='what i hate the most about cashier-ing'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-7949463315387478329</id><published>2009-06-10T13:55:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:50:13.274-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the F?'/><title type='text'>the worst morning ever</title><content type='html'>how smart is &lt;em&gt;kayla&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very smart. actually, that is a lie. i'm pretty smart i guess. i just make mistakes like all humans tend to do. human error. it happens a lot. i watched &lt;em&gt;oprah&lt;/em&gt; yesterday and they had medical human errors on and featured a girl who was told she had breast cancer when in fact she didn't at all. things like that. people make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had spare first class this morning, meaning no class. meaning i could sleep in. which i did. then my friend, &lt;em&gt;brooke&lt;/em&gt;, texted me asking for a ride and that if i wanted we could go to &lt;em&gt;tim horton&lt;/em&gt;'s and she'd pay for a coffee or something. she ended up paying for a french vanilla and a sandwich for lunch, so i was all smiles. until we walk back out to my car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i locked my keys in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including my house key, her backpack, and all my school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. m. l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least our school is only a five minute walk from that particular &lt;em&gt;tim&lt;/em&gt;'s. we walk back to school, all the while cursing and talking to myself out loud about what a retard i am. we were definitely late for second class; i had science. oh well that wasn't even the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk into science with my french vanilla and purse and i'm all sweaty and breathing heavily cause that five minute walk was probably the most i've walked in a while. everyone just kinda stares at me as i walk in, and i rush to &lt;em&gt;charndog&lt;/em&gt; (my teacher;&lt;em&gt; charndog&lt;/em&gt; is not his real last name) and quickly tell him about my incident and that i am going to the office to get excused so i can figure out what the heck i need to do. a few kids in my class mutter, "that sucks" and &lt;em&gt;charndog&lt;/em&gt; giggles a bit and says "good luck with that." (i was told by one of my classmates later on in the day that my face was beating red from embarrassment, yeah i can imagine that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the shitty part. i walk to the office, and explain the situation quickly to the lady that sits there calling parents of kids who haven't shown up to school, and whatever else. i call my stepmom, who basically laughs her ass off at me, and then i pass the phone to the lady so my stepmom can excuse me for an hour or so. and then the lady starts laughing. great. oh well, at least i don't feel so bad for missing school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically what i had to do was walk across the highway to the west part of my city to get to my younger brother's school. that was a fifteen or twenty minute walk on it's own. i haven't walked that much in a long time. it actually felt nice, and it was good to get some fresh air and sun instead of being in science class reviewing for the diploma. i just kept running all those "i'm stupid" thoughts through my head. there my car was sitting in the &lt;em&gt;tim horton&lt;/em&gt;'s parking lot, with my keys and my new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Live-Die-Death-Metallicas-Burton/dp/190600224X" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to live is to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; book sitting in open view. although nobody would steal my car; it's old and worn out. but still i was freaking out. i get to his school, and the office calls him down, and he's kinda all "wtf" towards me. i'm like "i need your house key, mine is in my car which is at &lt;em&gt;tim&lt;/em&gt;'s because i locked them in there by accident." yup, he laughed at me too. no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i make the trip back home, another fifteen minutes or so. by this time, my heels are starting to blister up from the flats i'm wearing. proof that my feet aren't used to walking that much; i've been driving everywhere since i got my license. i guess one good thing happened out of that walk though, besides the fresh air, and the perspiration. i passed by the elementary school that's right by my house and a bunch of second graders were outside playing on the playground. it just made me think about those times and miss them and it's absolutely crazy that i have three days of high school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made it home. the key worked. i quickly switched into some flip flops and took a piss cause i hate my school's bathrooms. mostly cause the girls in the younger grades are immature as fuck and it annoys the shit out of me. i then grabbed my car's spare keys (yay) and then began the walk back to &lt;em&gt;tim&lt;/em&gt;'s. about another twenty minute walk. i had now missed all of science class and was missing the first bit of one of my computer options, the better of the two that i'm taking. fortunately, i get to the parking lot, and my car still sits. with everything in it. my heart skipped a beat. i think i hugged my steering wheel when i got in the car. i was so relieved. and for a few seconds it felt weird to drive. maybe it was the flip flops. maybe it was the mass amount of heat in my car. but it felt strange. maybe because i used to walk everywhere, and i mean everywhere, before i started driving. those walks i used to walk all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to school, was able to get a late slip, the lady in the office greeted me. i walked up to the class &lt;em&gt;brooke&lt;/em&gt; was in so i could give her her backpack. walked to my class. i started to explain to &lt;em&gt;mr. bp&lt;/em&gt; about why i was late. he stopped me from speaking and dead seriously asked, "first, explain to me what's up with that shirt you're wearing." i love the slack teachers give twelfth graders, honestly. it's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, to catch up on the last week and a day: i'm a huge-part time workaholic now. honestly. i've been at work so much after school and i don't get home till 10:30, and i've actually been going to bed before midnight. and this past saturday i did inventory (which is a huge load of shit when your store has close to 40,000 items) and i was there from 4:30 in the afternoon till 1:30 on sunday morning). &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; i don't really have any motivation lately. blogger's block maybe? oh well this was a good way to fix that. have something brutal happen to you. and then it gives you something to share with the world that will hopefully be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've been told this situation won't happen just once either. great. &lt;strong&gt;any similar stories happen to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-7949463315387478329?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7949463315387478329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/worst-morning-ever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7949463315387478329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7949463315387478329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/worst-morning-ever.html' title='the worst morning ever'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-8892087614252384313</id><published>2009-06-08T23:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:37:28.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quoted'/><title type='text'>gertrude stein</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is funny that the two things men are most proud of is the thing that any man can do and does in the same way - that is being drunk and being the father of their son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-8892087614252384313?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8892087614252384313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gertrude-stein.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8892087614252384313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8892087614252384313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gertrude-stein.html' title='gertrude stein'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-1499315888302190333</id><published>2009-06-02T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:35:15.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><title type='text'>my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9818.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pZ0-1zsAyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pZ0-1zsAyE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think youtube hates me.&lt;br /&gt;the sound is off again.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean for it to be 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;i just talk a lot.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-1499315888302190333?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1499315888302190333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorite-things.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/1499315888302190333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/1499315888302190333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-favorite-things.html' title='my favorite things'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-5846493047784784515</id><published>2009-06-01T22:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:56:33.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quoted'/><title type='text'>gwen stefani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's always paparazzi outside my house. if you had paparazzi outside your house, you'd make sure you looked good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-5846493047784784515?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5846493047784784515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gwen-stefani.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5846493047784784515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5846493047784784515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gwen-stefani.html' title='gwen stefani'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-259289171481396407</id><published>2009-06-01T22:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:16:41.912-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>just smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my love, all gulped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 598px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9821.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; venti passion tea lemonade}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never make my bed. there's just something so wonderful about messy quilts. don't you love mine? they're so old and have funky old grandma patterns. they completely don't even go with my room, but i would never give them away. i love them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9837.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reorganizing my closet. i took some hangers from work so i'm using those instead of these. but i thought these made the coolest pattern strewn all over my floor. even right now, they still are all there. i have a huge urge to just, hang them on my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds looked so pretty today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbourhood through my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9832.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun fact&lt;/span&gt;: i love that brown spot on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9834.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how happy you make me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope your day was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;{video coming soon}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-259289171481396407?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/259289171481396407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-smile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/259289171481396407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/259289171481396407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-smile.html' title='just smile'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-465566246502044037</id><published>2009-05-31T19:44:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:01:42.553-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C+C'/><title type='text'>mtv movie awards</title><content type='html'>sorry for not posting this weekend. i have been a little bit busy. i think i have realized that i won't be able to post everyday, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mtv movie awards&lt;/span&gt; is kind of the big hype right now i guess? i watched a little bit of it upstairs. luckily i caught a glimpse of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam gigandet&lt;/span&gt; who is mighty damn fine as usual, and i actually had no idea he was in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt; movie (i still haven't seen it, and it may be on my to-do list now just because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt;). so i gawked for a while. the only reason i think he is so sweet is because i am an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oc&lt;/span&gt; diehard fanatic. i have all the seasons, and just love everything about that show. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt; played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kevin volchok&lt;/span&gt; who took the cake from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ryan&lt;/span&gt; in terms of sexiness, imo. but i will always go back to him as the guy who basically killed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marissa&lt;/span&gt;. (sorry to those who have never watched anything past the end of the 3rd season, i just ruined it all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, now that i know he is in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;, why do all the girls go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edward&lt;/span&gt;? yes he is kind of attractive in the weirdest way, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam&lt;/span&gt; is just plain drop dead gorgeous. maybe it's the long hair that ruins it. but let's rewind back to the time when he played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the oc&lt;/span&gt;. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/tn2_cam_gigandet_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 559px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/cam8medium3gs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/Cam-Gigandet-James-twilight-series-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now a long haired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/james-twilight-series-1135402_267_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyways, him and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robert pattison&lt;/span&gt; won the award for best fight tonight. that was when i was being all 'omg, he's so dreamy.' and my brother was like 'isn't that the guy from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the oc&lt;/span&gt;?' haha. he knew better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/cam_gigandet_88085423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's making a strange expression. but he's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay so this is going to be my first c&amp;amp;c of my blog. comment and criticize. bash and love. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;megan fox&lt;/span&gt;, oh you are a hot babe. but your hair looks really disgusting tonight. this rest is good. i want your tan and legs. and your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 573px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/megan_fox_picture_group12145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your eyebrows except in blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 569px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/megan_fox_picture_group12126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{megan fox}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fan of this dress, vaness! i think you could've done better. your necklaces are pretty though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/vanessa_hudgens_picture_group12102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want your waves, and your tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/vanessa_hudgens_picture_group12131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{vanessa hudgens}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;her face cracks me up. and the dress looks too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/miley_cyrus_88085562.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{miley cyrus}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about this look is perfect. her makeup, the outfit, her smile, her pose. a++ in my books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hayden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/hayden_panettiere_88085663.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{hayden panettiere}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; is actually looking decent. her man's expression is really awesome though. like "look how tough i am, i can keep a 90 pound woman from falling over" or something. i like her clutch, shoes, and hair. and i like his whole outfit. and his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/paris_hilton_doug_reinhardt_8808539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{paris hilton &amp;amp; doug reinhardt}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lauren conrad&lt;/span&gt; is. but, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/lauren_conrad_88085383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{lauren conrad}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lovin' the plaid. lovin' the smiles. lovin' the sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/Tyrese-Gibson_Soulja-Boy88085669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{tyrese gibson &amp;amp; soulja boy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no! go back to blonde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/ashley_tisdale_88085191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, you look hot. wow, i can't take my eyes off you. wow, those shoes are gorg. wow, that dress is flattering. wow, you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ashley tisdale&lt;/span&gt;. /puke. {although she doesn't look like herself at all! mad props.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/ashley_tisdale_88085599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ashley tisdale}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite so far. a++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/bruno_88085416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{bruno}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awhhhhh yeah. best lookin' four. the hair, the seriousness. the man on the right is sexy. the outfits, the style, the stripes, the shades. you boys are stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 292px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/kings_of_leon_88085401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{kings of leon}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy ..... hot. this is the sexiest business-looking outfit i've ever seen. i want it. i want all of it. ow, ow. she pulls that off so very well. i love how white outfits make you look so tan. but she's still tan either way. just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/malin_akerman_88085028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{malin akerman}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this eye makeup on her. that is one hella good smokey eye. and i love the nude lips and the complexion. love love love. the only thing wrong with this is her roots. i know they're not that bad, but they stand out. fix them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/stephanie_pratt_88085259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{stephanie pratt}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hun, that bright yellow clutch looks disastrous with your outfit." "but i want to stand out." "then pick a different dress. at least make it work together." "black, white, yellow! what more do i need?" "you look retarded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/ashley_greene_88085311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ashley greene}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steve-o&lt;/span&gt;, that's exactly what you want to do. wear your everyday clothes to a big huge awards show. jackass. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/steve_o_88085015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{steve-o}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. her necklace is the first thing i noticed, and the only thing i'm loving. that's prime material, right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/caridee_english_88085075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{caridee english}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/shawn_johnson_picture_group12054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{shawn johnson}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i think it's like any other awards show. well, any other teenage awards show, basically. the country music awards, and oscars are a little bit different. you have to dress a little bit nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think? love, hate, agree? leave your opinion, especially if you watched it like i should've.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-465566246502044037?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/465566246502044037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtv-movie-awards.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/465566246502044037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/465566246502044037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mtv-movie-awards.html' title='mtv movie awards'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-5193315441645600696</id><published>2009-05-29T23:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:16:09.468-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quoted'/><title type='text'>martina mcbride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a big part of who i am is just the way i was raised. nobody is better than anyone else, and if you really work hard, you might get lucky and get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-5193315441645600696?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5193315441645600696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/martina-mcbride.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5193315441645600696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5193315441645600696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/martina-mcbride.html' title='martina mcbride'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-6119799130826418978</id><published>2009-05-29T22:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:06:58.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>sissing like a snake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the only outfit shots i got this week were from the 25th (monday). if you remember back from my &lt;a href="http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-mondays.html"&gt;i don't like mondays&lt;/a&gt; post, you'll remember that i said that we sold a top at work that looked pretty close to the gray dress shirt that i posted. well, here it is! i added a belt for fun, but posted a pic without as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair was really messy that day, and my face looks retarded in these. but the outfit is what matters! yes. click to view larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3577126389_84ced30004_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 494px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3616/3577126389_b23b5c5884.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3577930656_639bf7f618_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3577930656_4aef00cf2f.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3577930264_47e9989142_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 501px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3577930264_5d595e6f81.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3577929872_95d18811d1_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 493px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3577929872_dff9257a01.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{hooray for bobby pins like crazy}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3577929090_61d9c3780e_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 324px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3577929090_a861e9da4a.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2429/3577928770_c08a3fd1e6_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 456px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2429/3577928770_d8bde01cb0.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3577124909_20e56a1000_o.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 497px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3374/3577124909_cba1404070.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the same shirt with no belt and a set of brown wedges. i should've taken a close up of those wedges; they are my huge love and obsession right at the moment! i am so loving them right now. they are really comfortable too. but i think i will always wear this shirt with a belt. unless i'm really lounging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dress shirt &amp;amp; snake belt from &lt;a href="http://www.urbanbehavior.com/" target="_blank"&gt;urban behavior&lt;/a&gt;. flats from &lt;a href="http://www.myspringshoes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;spring shoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am making a fashion website for my info pro class. maybe i'll show you guys when i'm done it. i'm whipping it together this weekend because it's way long past due, so it definitely will not show the html skills that i know i am capable of. or maybe i'll just keep it for myself and my ass of a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note: today was 26 degrees! it was so warm! it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how were your fridays? did you do anything exciting? ask me some questions while you're commenting away. what do you think of my outfit above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love from, kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-6119799130826418978?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6119799130826418978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sissing-like-snake.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/6119799130826418978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/6119799130826418978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sissing-like-snake.html' title='sissing like a snake'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-7157736568340699693</id><published>2009-05-28T10:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:16:54.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vids'/><title type='text'>your sex is on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;this girl gives me crazy goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XelnX32kcuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XelnX32kcuI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out more of her covers &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/99GuitarGirl99" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than posting my own video today (i have nothing good to say anyways) i decided listening to this girl's amamamazing voice would be tons better. i deeply apologize for no tuesday or wednesday segments. i would save this stuff for &lt;a href="http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday"&gt;saturdays&lt;/a&gt;, but i have legit excuses. which i will actually tell you about on saturday. so sorry, we will go through with them next week. i actually have a really great rant for you all on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand hooray. i have a new follower! her name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt;, and she has a pretty lovely blog, which you should &lt;a href="http://littlemissfashionangel.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;check out right now.&lt;/a&gt; thanks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emma&lt;/span&gt;! i am now up to 11 followers, and this is pretty dang fabulous. thanks for everything you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i just want to let you all know that i am actually becoming very more active on twitter. so if you wish to follow me and stuff, just do so! there's a link over on the sidebar. i do a lot of replying to people, so chances are i will probably reply to you. (: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;, i want to be able to &lt;a href="http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/search/label/Ask KayElle"&gt;answer a bunch of questions&lt;/a&gt;! so please ask away! having an email sent is preferred, but you can leave some in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might end up posting another video today. one that i actually made! we'll see! i hope you all have a wonderful thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-7157736568340699693?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/7157736568340699693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-sex-is-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7157736568340699693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/7157736568340699693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-sex-is-on-fire.html' title='your sex is on fire'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-6336299383043170652</id><published>2009-05-28T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:05:13.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quoted'/><title type='text'>judith viorst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strength is the ability to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of those pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-6336299383043170652?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/6336299383043170652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/judith-viorst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/6336299383043170652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/6336299383043170652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/judith-viorst.html' title='judith viorst'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-1886565692370085248</id><published>2009-05-25T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:06:13.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makeup'/><title type='text'>a few of my looks</title><content type='html'>a really quick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makeup mondays&lt;/span&gt; post just to show you all some of the looks i've done. mondays will be for all things makeup! i might do reviews on these days, or i'll save them for their own category. i will probably talk about favorite brands. and show some inspiration looks. who knows. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;halloween '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-1886565692370085248?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/1886565692370085248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-of-my-looks.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/1886565692370085248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/1886565692370085248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-of-my-looks.html' title='a few of my looks'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-2237965478031317543</id><published>2009-05-25T22:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:06:43.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the F?'/><title type='text'>a canadian terrorism attack:</title><content type='html'>a &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.ca/en-ca/" target="_blank"&gt;starbucks&lt;/a&gt; was bombed in &lt;a href="http://www.edmonton.ca/" target="_blank"&gt;edmonton&lt;/a&gt; today. yeah.. LOL! 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sorry for the crap post, but i needed to share!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-2237965478031317543?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2237965478031317543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-canadian-terrorism-attack-looks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2237965478031317543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2237965478031317543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-canadian-terrorism-attack-looks.html' title='a canadian terrorism attack:'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-3558283623920250137</id><published>2009-05-25T10:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:14:14.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What the F?'/><title type='text'>this is how i walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/c7b3b7f799ebb84ebc865912a1fb589dc2d.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;image cred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ffffound.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ffffound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i wasted five minutes just now in my info pro class watching this.&lt;br /&gt;things like this amuse me very easily.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-3558283623920250137?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/3558283623920250137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-i-walk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/3558283623920250137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/3558283623920250137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-i-walk.html' title='this is how i walk'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-677309696434652995</id><published>2009-05-24T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:00:03.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quoted'/><title type='text'>rene yasenek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kissing is a means of getting two people so close together that they can't see anything wrong with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-677309696434652995?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/677309696434652995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rene-yasenek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/677309696434652995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/677309696434652995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/rene-yasenek.html' title='rene yasenek'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-2745595254747626704</id><published>2009-05-24T20:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:05:45.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ask KayElle'/><title type='text'>ask me sundays</title><content type='html'>today was a beautiful day. i spent most of it inside at work. but i wore a pair of denim short shorts and sandals to make up for it. and i put curling mousse in my hair, so that even right now, at 8:30 pm, my hair still looks wet. it's a great summer time look, and takes seriously two seconds to do in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ask me sundays&lt;/span&gt; is the day where i'll post answers to questions that have been asked throughout the week. either in comments or in email; preferably email. so if you have any questions, just pop one my way, and i will answer it. this way you get to know me a bit more than just the girl with the sweet posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i have no questions that have been asked, so i snagged a survey that i found on facebook, and i will fill this out for the time being. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;what is more difficult for you? looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?&lt;/span&gt; i find it equally stressful, but most hardest when i'm telling them how i feel. i tend to look away to something to the side or something right behind them, like a chair or a wall or something. i think most people are like that, and i couldn't tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Think of the last time you were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; angry or sad. Why were you angry or sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i don't remember the last time i felt this way. and that is a very good thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You get enough time to make ONE phone call. Who would you call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(first of all. why honolulu to chicago? why non-stop? what a random way to start a question. just saying.) i would call my old man. make sure he knows how much he's really impacted my life, and that he's the reason why i am the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;you are at the doctor's office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone and everyone you are going to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(again, why is the doctor a she? why not a he?) not anyone and everyone. just family, and the friends i talk to on a daily basis. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What do you do with your remaining days?&lt;/span&gt; i would visit places like europe if i could. if not, i would be with my family and close friends. and i would probably go bowling everyday too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;would you be afraid?&lt;/span&gt; not of dying itself. well actually, yeah i'd be scared. but if i cried, it would be because i'm going to miss everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You can have one of the following two things: trust or love. Which do you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this is a tough question. i love to love. but love is nothing without trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you save it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of course, and if the boss has a problem with one of his or her employees trying to save a dog that's almost dying and pleading for help, then i wouldn't want to work for that kind of asshole anyways, and i would probably quit before the boss could fire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You are unfaithful to your spouse or significant other. Do you tell him or her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yes. i have in the past, and i am the kind of person to tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give one year of your life. Do you do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the last person that died was my great-grandma, and i'm not sure if i would or not. she lived a long ass life. and she was very caring towards us great-grandchildren. i'm pretty sure that if i gave her another mere hour of life but had to give a whole 365 days of mine for that, she would slap me across the face and ask what the hell was wrong with me. or laugh and shake her head silently. either way i'm pretty sure she would think it was all nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sure. i've been told that i'm entertaining and hilarious, which i am! i do talk a lot though, but i like listening to people, so i'd listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Does love = sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no way. but the way i see it, if love is the milk chocolate of a kinder surprise, the sex is the toy inside. an added bonus. (i just made that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Your boss tells your co-worker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your co-worker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hell no, because i don't have any other means of income either, so i'm keeping my job! and what if i have a family too! the reason they're letting the noob go because of work shortage is because they need to keep the people that know their shit. so eff that, i'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;When was the last time you told someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HONESTLY&lt;/span&gt; how you feel?&lt;/span&gt; i swear i do that everyday. but i remember doing it a few days ago, and hurting someone. but hey, i was honest. that's what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;/span&gt; i think it's easy to tell someone you love them. telling someone you don't love them, you know you're breaking their heart, and that's way harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;what do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Why would it be hard to lose?&lt;/span&gt; because it's family and they've been there with you through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;When was the last time your parents told you they loved you?&lt;/span&gt; last night, chk yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;If you had to go back in time and change one thing, if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; to, even if you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; regrets?&lt;/span&gt; i don't know. i don't think i'd change anything actually. oh yes i would. my marks on tests. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Imagine. It is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?&lt;/span&gt; this is such a dumb question. but being with dave would be sweet cause we'd just blast some "i'm on a boat" and sing along and forget about the someone outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Would you give a homeless person cpr if they were dying?&lt;/span&gt; i don't know cpr so i would just call 911. of course i would, it's still a person. who cares if they own a roof or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;You are holding onto your grandmother's hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other which one would it be?&lt;/span&gt; grandma. she's old and has seen the sun millions of times. i love you grandma, hope no feelings are harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Are you old-fashioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; somewhat. i love the idea of vintage coming back. but in the sense of old-fashioned ways, not really. i love technology. i love trying out new things that are coming out. but i guess i still love the idea of getting a letter in the mail and baking from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a heart break or have never loved before?&lt;/span&gt; loved and lost. everyone needs to experience some lovin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Choose if you could do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; change someone's life, again. i've impacted one of my ex-boyfriends life pretty huge (long story) and would like to do that again because the feeling you get when you know you have done that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend is finally at an end. i hope this week starts off on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-2745595254747626704?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/2745595254747626704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ask-me-sundays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2745595254747626704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/2745595254747626704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ask-me-sundays.html' title='ask me sundays'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-8515792265534277366</id><published>2009-05-23T22:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:05:20.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Week In Review'/><title type='text'>week in review; 17 - 23</title><content type='html'>guess what my choice for awesome saturdays are? that's right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;week in review&lt;/span&gt;. it's a much better way to share everything i did the past week in one day, then to talk about my whole week everyday. or something. i don't really know. all that i know is my week was pretty grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday, may 17&lt;/span&gt;: a splendid sunday. it was the middle of the long weekend for us canadians. i spent most of the day in a bowling alley. a scholarship tournament for bowling in alberta is held every year on the may long weekend, and i had bowled in it on the previous friday and saturday, but on sunday i had just decided to watch a few friends and talk with them. it ended up to be a really boring day, honestly. i was supposed to hang out with one of my good bowling friends, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adam &lt;/span&gt;afterwards but that never happened. i was actually pretty bummed that i was not outside the whole day as it was sunny and just gorgeous. after the bowling alley sitting around time, i went over to my friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nathan&lt;/span&gt;'s house and we watched tv, i think. my brain is fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday, may 18&lt;/span&gt;: victoria day! holiday! and it snowed! this is alberta for you.. complete summer weather one day followed by some awesome snow. i know my ex, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devan&lt;/span&gt; was happy that day. he hates summer. then again he's the guy that is making snowmobiling his career. we'll see how far that goes. i worked most of the day at the cash registers, which was pretty good, but i was pulled off towards the end of my shift to help clean the store. it was a sort of good way to spend a day off school. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday, may 19&lt;/span&gt;: school. it was not a monday's schedule. i had double science that day, and was informed about our exam that would be on friday. bummer. i don't remember what i did tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wednesday, may 20&lt;/span&gt;: school. followed by work. kind of a simple day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thursday, may 21&lt;/span&gt;: this was a monday schedule so i had double spare (spare in canada means no class. double spare for me is a break between 10:41 am and 1:47 pm. it's an amazing break. i love double spare). it was a pretty easy-breezy day. i almost had to work too, but luckily that backfired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday, may 22&lt;/span&gt;: my science exam! it was actually so easy. like, i can't even describe how easy it was! so that was a huge plus to my day. also, school days on friday's are shortened. so instead of getting out of school at 3, we get out at 1. it's actually really awesome. although i was at the school till 3 anyways (kind of) because we painted the fence across the street from my school. as a way to pay back the community for all of the vandalism that a few assholes in my grade decided to do. it was actually a lot of fun.. didn't really feel like volunteering. and we got free pizza afterwards! bonus. there were a few pictures captured too. {remember two posts ago, when i said that i was going to paint? this is it!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/4514_102694847352_537787352_2295802.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/4514_102694847352_537787352_2295802.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;neil and matt. they were absolutely covered! which sucked for them because the paint we were using was oil-based, simply meaning, it doesn't come out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/n537787352_2295801_6929009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/n537787352_2295801_6929009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my friends {l-r} amanda, brittany, ashleen, (me), and leigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/4514_102694857352_537787352_2295804.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/4514_102694857352_537787352_2295804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my evening was spent at work, again, and then after that i went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nathan&lt;/span&gt;'s house to watch a movie for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday, may 23&lt;/span&gt;: today was gorgeous outside. sunny and just beautiful. i hung out with my ex-boyfriend, and his mom and sister. his mom just opened her own smoke shop here, so we spent the afternoon there. it's right behind the fire hall here, and they had a huge event going on where families could come and see the firetrucks and other things. apparently the &lt;a href="http://www.stars.ca/bins/index.asp" target="_blank"&gt;stars helicopter&lt;/a&gt; was supposed to land at 1 pm but by 4, when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devan&lt;/span&gt; was taking me home, it still hadn't been there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dev&lt;/span&gt; apologized like crazy for wasting my day, but it wasn't wasted. his mom is bitchin. she is like a teenager in a 43-year-old body, i kid you not. she wears lulu lemon pants as well, and her ass looks great. she is thin, and pretty. however, she smokes a lot (hence opening up her own smoke shop) and you can really tell in her skin. she's still pretty nonetheless. i love her to death. then i went into work and worked on the cash all night. and i learned how to close! it was brilliant. there's just so much to know and do! luckily the fab co-worker &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelsey&lt;/span&gt; has a really specific list. so i will never get lost, hopefully! i feel very profesh when i have to sign so many documents. i like working on the floor, but cash is great because we don't have to deal with the messy store and the cleaning and folding and hanging, and we don't really deal with bitchy customers. okay, that was a lie. we still deal with them, but not so much as when you're on the sales floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i am home. full from some sweet mcdonalds. and i think i'm going to go catch up on all my blogs, and then perhaps watch a movie? actually i may see what my friend is up to and i might go hang out for a bit. we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your week? let me know in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-8515792265534277366?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8515792265534277366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-in-review-17-23.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8515792265534277366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8515792265534277366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-in-review-17-23.html' title='week in review; 17 - 23'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-943021861848148511</id><published>2009-05-23T00:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:09:12.525-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notes'/><title type='text'>ptl 1/2 l 1/2 aj</title><content type='html'>that is what my &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.ca/en-ca/" target="_blank"&gt;starbucks&lt;/a&gt; cup said today. my coworker, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eden&lt;/span&gt; told me a few weeks ago to try the &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/retail/nutrition_beverage_detail.asp?selProducts={7C3BBB4F-92BC-41D9-961B-7E1472BEF518}" target="_blank"&gt;iced passion tea lemonade&lt;/a&gt; with apple juice. oh man what a difference that made. i ordered a venti, along with a marble cookie. marble cookies seem to be my fancy with iced passion tea lemonades. that is usually what i get at starbucks; i'm not really a fan of the other things. anyways, i would just like to thank &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eden&lt;/span&gt; for the apple juice suggestion, and i am passing it on to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have not even tried the iced passion tea lemonade drink, well you are missing out, and you must go on over to a starbucks near you and order one. (: i actually plan to buy my own ingredients so i can make my own passion tea lemonades at home, because the 3.50 hand-over everytime i get one just doesn't feel right; but i still do it. i found the recipe. if you would like it as well, refer to &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080715195147AAiofw0" target="_blank"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your favorite starbucks drink? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have you tried the iced passion tea lemonade?&lt;/span&gt; what do you think of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-943021861848148511?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/943021861848148511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ptl-12-l-12-aj.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/943021861848148511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/943021861848148511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ptl-12-l-12-aj.html' title='ptl 1/2 l 1/2 aj'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-8893973968828377435</id><published>2009-05-22T11:03:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:04:57.447-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>i don't like mondays</title><content type='html'>i actually do like mondays this term, because i have a 3 hour lunch. but besides that, &lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/" target="_blank"&gt;i don't like mondays&lt;/a&gt; is an online fashion boutique. i discovered it today while blog-roaming, and being awesome. the clothes are great. there's some pieces i especially want. my one problem i have is the price! &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ohemgee" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohemgee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, these are expensive items! it makes me think that overall, it's not exactly worth it. some of these i could probably find a really cheap alternative to. find a steal, or however you want to say it. or even make them myself, seriously. i would probably never purchase anything from here, just because nearly all of these items cost more than my cell phone bill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; car insurance put together. no lies there either folks. but, window shopping and eye candy doesn't harm anyone. i'm pretty much glad i do not have a credit card at the moment, although i know i would stop myself because that's the way i am. i know if i get a credit card it will be for one reason: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;online shopping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a few things from &lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't like mondays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that i really adore. and would like. but will not get. /sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=09010188&amp;amp;Category_Code=WOM-NEW&amp;amp;Product_Count=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/inventory/sgc_cobweb_top_am.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cobweb top. i really love this. then again i'm one that really adores see-through tops with tanks underneath. i think it looks sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=09010179&amp;amp;Category_Code=WOM-NEW&amp;amp;Product_Count=15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/inventory/cm_twin_pants_am.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't these pants fabulous? i like that high-waisted bottoms are coming back in style. but you just have to make sure it fits right. there's this girl that i go to school with that wears the high-waisted unfashionable jeans. like the kind my mom wears because she has huge hips and can't wear anything low-rise. except the girl is my size..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=09010173&amp;amp;Category_Code=WOM-NEW&amp;amp;Product_Count=21" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/inventory/something_earthy_d350x420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sell a top at my work that looks almost identical to this. i think i might just buy it today just so i can prove that you can find something that looks like a $140 item, that is actually $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=09010161&amp;amp;Category_Code=WOM-NEW&amp;amp;Product_Count=32" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/inventory/sc_leaf_b350x420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love these leggings. in fact i love a lot of leggings and tights. then again i have those nice thin legs that suits them well. but $96 for these things? that's way too much for me. i like spending $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Product_Code=09010158&amp;amp;Category_Code=WOM-NEW&amp;amp;Product_Count=35" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.idontlikemondays.us/Merchant2/inventory/sgc_nude_b350x420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving this nude tee. but priced at $98, i'm sure i could find something like this somewhere else. or just do a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_it_yourself" target="_blank"&gt;diy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the website as a whole is pretty overpriced. especially since most of the items are tees and other really thinned materials that probably cost five dollars to make. but this is the joy of internet roaming. eyes and opinions only. but actually the one thing i really do love about this website besides the clothes itself, is the way they show the clothes. i like that everything is shown on somebody, and i think the poses are sweet, and i love how the girls don't wear tops when they're advertising the jeans only. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope by now you've caught on to my set theme of friday being devoted to fashion. yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashion fridays&lt;/span&gt;. i rock. i'll post outfits and talk about fashion, and whatever else tickles my fancy when it comes to shoes, clothes, and jewelry maybe. i should probably post an outfit that i wore quite a while ago but never posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9720-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 481px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9720-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9724-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 479px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9724-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9721-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 481px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9721-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9727-pola.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 482px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv281/kaylalinzy/IMG_9727-pola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;top from &lt;a href="http://www.sirensfashion.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sirens&lt;/a&gt;. leggings from &lt;a href="http://urbanbehavior.com/" target="_blank"&gt;urban behavior&lt;/a&gt;. {&lt;a href="http://www.poladroid.net/" target="_blank"&gt;poladroid&lt;/a&gt; rocks, &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=btdubs" target="_blank"&gt;btdubs&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last week i went to my work and spent a good chunk of money on a bunch of clothes. i'll be set for a while; i don't think i'll need to buy anything. well, maybe shoes of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging feels so wonderful. i knew i missed it. but i must get off now, eat some lunch, quickly go over my notes for my science exam that i'm writing in a half an hour, and then bugger off to school again. then i get to paint. more about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful afternoon and evening. it's extremely sunny and 17 degrees here today! perfect early spring weather, although it really should be warmer for may. i hope you all have a great start to your weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-8893973968828377435?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/8893973968828377435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-mondays.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8893973968828377435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/8893973968828377435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-like-mondays.html' title='i don&apos;t like mondays'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5707565803789520806.post-5586085854580126271</id><published>2009-05-21T18:28:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:00:08.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notes'/><title type='text'>hay everywhun</title><content type='html'>hiatus cut short. i'm back, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like my new header? i do. i had to put something from grad in it. and it'd be awesome if you left lots of love down below (that sounds raunchy) because it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kayla (who's stoked to be back, of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5707565803789520806-5586085854580126271?l=kaylalinzy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/feeds/5586085854580126271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hay-everywhun.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5586085854580126271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5707565803789520806/posts/default/5586085854580126271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaylalinzy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hay-everywhun.html' title='hay everywhun'/><author><name>Kayla Linzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01862468007041216629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZTj-Cy1-SVU/SeQigIXZX8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/g9F_FePzTbE/S220/187.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
