<?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-5083214</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:45:46.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Sunflower</title><subtitle type='html'>------</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-109728398335580159</id><published>2004-10-08T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:06:23.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hey! I'm Back!! Hiiii! It's been like a year since I've last written an entry in this blog thing...oh well. I've been like really busy with the whole being  a "grad" thing. My work is like overflowing and it's really not fun at all. With the personal project and all these other projects due (sciences, histroy, french, art...) this is so far the worst beginning of the school year ever. All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/109728398335580159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/109728398335580159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109728398335580159' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-108022867697960399</id><published>2004-03-25T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:34:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>March 23, 2004 Woo! Update! Ha! Finally! Time for Kristalyn to update her blog! haha! I know someone is going to be happy about this! LoL. Wow. So many thing have happened since i updated that its not funny. haha. it is actually. im so freaking lazy. ok, let's start with... ITALY AND GREECE WOO! hehe. It was FUN!. I got many a pictures so i think what im going to do is make a site where i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/108022867697960399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/108022867697960399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022867697960399' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107477514209096856</id><published>2004-01-22T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T07:41:02.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator."And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.She cried a single tear and shed a single dropof blood upon the earth where she buried it.From her blood and tear, the acorn grew intothe world."Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),Jehova (Christian), and  Brahma (Indian).The Goddess is associated with the concept ofcreation, the number 1, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107477514209096856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107477514209096856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107477514209096856' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107302975058411242</id><published>2004-01-02T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T02:50:44.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:28 amAnother early morning entryWhat am I doing at this early hour of the morning? I do not know. I guess I'm just trying to prolong my vacation by staying up late, which doesn't really matter, cuz I'm going to end up sleeping through the whole morning. Oh well. As you might have noticed, I have finally added a picture of myself and a tag-board, the reason why a tag-board wasn't there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107302975058411242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107302975058411242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302975058411242' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107259457758354286</id><published>2003-12-28T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:57:44.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:41 am 2 am...what am I doing?I'm so bored, tired, but can't sleep. Too much is on my mind, well one thing is on my mind, one thing that I really would like right now, but I can't have it. Maybe later on today. This music from Andrea's blogger is soooo nice. better than the one I have on my site. Anyways, it's making me sad and want to hug someone and slow dance. Yeah, that's what i need, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107259457758354286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107259457758354286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259457758354286' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107152619171308112</id><published>2003-12-15T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:11:02.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4:57 pmTwo Days!!OMG! Two freaking days until LOTR ROTK!! I'm so freaking psyched its not funny. It came so quickly this year though! like, last year i was anticipating it since like 80 days till it came out but i only started like 20 days before! heh! And listening to this "Requiem of a Dream" remix isnt helping. The song is so cool. Its making me think that like, oh its coming, its coming, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107152619171308112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107152619171308112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152619171308112' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107129369933446470</id><published>2003-12-13T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:36:06.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protector The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107129369933446470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107129369933446470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107129369933446470' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107129323503442128</id><published>2003-12-13T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T00:28:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Schoolgirl What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107129323503442128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107129323503442128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107129323503442128' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107120060886543596</id><published>2003-12-11T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:44:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107120060886543596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107120060886543596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120060886543596' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-107119983802101217</id><published>2003-12-11T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T22:31:43.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:18 pmPretty Music...Heehee. Like the music? It's from Spirited Away if you didn't already know. Damn good movie I say. Anyways...not much has happened lately. Well Some stuff has happened. Fran slept over last weekend. We were supposed to go up north with Cat, but we didn't go bcuz of the stupid slippery roads. &gt;.&lt;! It was fun. We played around with the digi cam. If you would like to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107119983802101217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/107119983802101217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119983802101217' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106951102524606469</id><published>2003-11-22T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T09:24:24.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:00 amDamn it's early on a SaturdayWhat the hell am I doing writing in my blog this early on a Saturday? I have no idea. Oh yeah...I have a modelling rehersal at 10:00 and i have to get ready...I should probably do that. Neh. It's been such a long time since I wrote...Oh well. Oh yeah I'm modelling now. With Fran. We're so bad at it though, well no she's pretty good, I'm so horrible and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106951102524606469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106951102524606469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951102524606469' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-10666946075440642</id><published>2003-10-20T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:07:27.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8:00 pm"Where did I go rightHow did I get youHow come all this blue sky is around meAnd you found meWhere did I go rightHow did I get youI don't know how I didBut somehow now I do"-Where did I go right? Hillary DuffSomething about this song just puts all that I feel into one chorus. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/10666946075440642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/10666946075440642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10666946075440642' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106583995351954280</id><published>2003-10-10T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:39:13.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:23 pmAll Better ^.^Hehe! Well I'm ALOT happier now. No more Kristalyn being sad. Kristalyn is quite, no, extremely happy. I was right all along. I just needed more time with the boyfriend. ^.^! Anyways, I get to go shopping downtown tomorrow with my aunt. WOOHOO! Fun Fun. Speaking of downtown, Tuesday I went to Mcgill for my first lecture with Dr. Schwartz (?) about chemistry. Oh it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106583995351954280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106583995351954280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106583995351954280' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106549215979051131</id><published>2003-10-06T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:02:39.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:25 pmRough Times...Yay for updates and new template! If You hadn't noticed, theme is pretty sunflower, that's me. I guess it could symbolize new found confidence. Still, like the title mentions, rough times have come about. I shouldn'treally be talking about it but I'm not going to name people or tell specific details. I just haven't been as happy as I normally would be. It's mostly my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106549215979051131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106549215979051131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106549215979051131' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106523536040344607</id><published>2003-10-03T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T22:42:40.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:25 pmAnother Friday Night...Alone Again.Today was fun. Besides having to go to school and be bored out of my mind, it was fun. Soccer practice with Patrick was WAY better than the first one. I'm happy he didnt quit on us. We actually do stuff with him, unlike Garcia who under-estimates us and just tells us to kick the ball around. Patrick has positive contributions that help us out. Unlike</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106523536040344607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106523536040344607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106523536040344607' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106479276768991974</id><published>2003-09-28T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:46:07.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8:38 pmI should be doing other stuff...Hmm...I'm getting used to staying on the computer for long periods of time again...noooo!Neh...I should be doing my homework so that I'm not overloaded with work to do later...meh, whatever. Today was a good day. I got a very nice awakening. hehe. And then someone came over to my house and we watched soccer. I bet you can guess who came over...hehee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106479276768991974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106479276768991974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479276768991974' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106402074963097352</id><published>2003-09-19T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:19:09.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8:52 pmUpdates!Hmm I guess it's finally time for an update, don't you think? Well, last time I was pretty pissed cuz of the whole, my dad is pissed cuz of my site blah blah. It's better now,but don't think that I'm not pissed off at whoever is the snitch in Vancouver. As long as I have this site, I hate you, not my dad, YOU! Enough anger...What's up with me...well, school is boring, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106402074963097352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106402074963097352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402074963097352' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106296149564147312</id><published>2003-09-07T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T15:04:55.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:30 pmWell, I deleted my last post since it was making the site all slow with all the quiz pictures and stuff. My site just got a little less personal. Hi DAD... These site things were made to be personal. I know I shouldn't write about my personal stuff like family problems, but I have to vent somehow. It's not like I want random people that I don't even know to read this site and be like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106296149564147312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106296149564147312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106296149564147312' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106217102463164489</id><published>2003-08-29T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T11:33:27.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:51 pmI hate writing titles...Hii! Well I was reading Catherine's blog, and I was asking myself, how the hell does she manage to remember all these tiny little details that I would never be able to remember if it happened to me. Then I saw that her sister got a new template, so I checked it out and it's soooo cool![go check it out, NOW!] I almost thought she sorta copied off mine and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106217102463164489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106217102463164489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106217102463164489' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106191649700738840</id><published>2003-08-26T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:48:16.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:35 pmQuizzesSeer The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by QuizillaYou have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner neverknows what you're going to come up with next;this creates great excitement and arousal neverknowing what to expect.  And it's sure to endin a kiss as great as your mystery. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilladependent Which Personality Disorder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106191649700738840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106191649700738840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106191649700738840' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106191395436606051</id><published>2003-08-26T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:05:54.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:15 amStill In My Pj'sMy last entry was so...not very well written, it was probably the keyboard or my horrible writing incapabilities to type on a tiny laptop computer keyboard. Whatever. Hmm...today I guess I'm feeling a little better than I did yesterday, whereas our winning streak ran short. We lost 3-0. It's times like these when I hate being the goalie. Because after the game, I feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106191395436606051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106191395436606051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106191395436606051' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106174623651420442</id><published>2003-08-24T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T13:30:36.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:06 pm Up North!! Hey! It's Sunday and I'm at Fran's cottage thing and I'm typing on the world's smallest keyboard. Oh well. I'm so tired. I stayed up until like 4:30 am cuz people wanted to watch the sunrise...they woke me up an hour later and I didn't even get to see the sunrise cuz it was too frickin cold to stand outside. But it was coo cuz last night, we watched "how to lose a guy in 10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106174623651420442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106174623651420442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106174623651420442' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-106048744486485664</id><published>2003-08-09T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T23:50:44.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:12 pm New Layout... Woooo! New layout! Preeettty...[drool] Hmm. Well, it's based on the anime Lain which I haven't really heard of before. I found it on Blogskins and I thought it was soooo cool! Anyways...I'm just sitting here alone upstairs, incredibly bored. Adrian just left me on MSN and hopefully my good friend Dario will sign on soon. What I did today: - Sat around, watched old</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106048744486485664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/106048744486485664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106048744486485664' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105962587852639781</id><published>2003-07-31T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T00:31:18.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:53 pm DOOL con't...Yes, yes I know I said that I was going to write back on Monday for more DOOL (Days of our Lives) but you know, things happen and then there's no time and yeaaah...sorry about that, I know you hardcore fans must be so disappointed. LOL. Anyways, surprisingly in the past um, 5 or so days, there hasn't been much drama (is that possible? yes it is!). On Sunday I spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105962587852639781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105962587852639781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105962587852639781' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105916000312808730</id><published>2003-07-25T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T15:06:43.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Finding Nemo Character are You? brought to you by QuizillaI shall name you squishy and you shall be mine![shock]OW! Bad squishy! Bad!LMAO.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105916000312808730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105916000312808730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916000312808730' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105915936991288221</id><published>2003-07-25T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T14:56:09.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:37 pm Boring-est Friday ever Come to think of it, all my Friday's are boring, except the one when my siblings were sleeping over at my aunts house and I went to the mall with my mom and then Patrick came over when I got home and he gave me a flower and then we went to an Impact soccer game. That was good fun. But today I'm stuck babysitting since the mother is working her normal full-day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105915936991288221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105915936991288221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915936991288221' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105906505270607719</id><published>2003-07-24T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:44:12.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:34 pm Coming up with a title is hard...Why? because I don't really have anything in particular to talk about. The soccer game, in my mind, was pretty good. Even though I let in one shot and we weren't able to score, I am confident enough to say that I played really well yesterday. I didn't let any shots in the second half and they had many chances to score, they weren't really good either </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105906505270607719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105906505270607719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105906505270607719' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105898360300799990</id><published>2003-07-23T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T14:16:39.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:53 pm [sleepy] Ah, I can't believe I slept so much last night. I woke up at 12:40, like an hour ago! Oh well. I'm bored, Pat told me to call him and I did, 3 times. I left a message the last time though. I hope he can come over today. We saw eachother yesterday, we did go mini-putting and it was soooo great. It was the first time we went on date on our anniversary ALONE. After 9 freaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105898360300799990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105898360300799990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898360300799990' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105889336064048948</id><published>2003-07-22T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T13:02:40.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:36 pm Tuesday... Well, I just read Catherine's blog and I realized how much I don't write in my blog, I mean, she write like twice everyday, and I write like once a week. Hmm...that proves who has a more interesting life...cuz the only reason I don't write in my blog is cuz absolutely nothing has happened. I mean sure I go out a few times in the week but it's all boring stuff. Oh well...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105889336064048948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105889336064048948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889336064048948' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105815187258515059</id><published>2003-07-13T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T23:04:32.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:26 pm I Feel Better...Oook. After all that depressing talk in my previous entry thing, i fixed that stupid situation and i am really going on the trip. I was so relieved and so happy. I still am, and i'm glad that's all over and done with and i can move on with my life. I changed my mind about what i said, i DO see myself getting on that airplane now. Isn't that the greatest news?  anyways</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105815187258515059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105815187258515059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105815187258515059' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105741545589913871</id><published>2003-07-05T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T10:31:15.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:11 am I AM THE STUPIDEST PERSON IN THE WORLD. Fuck this. Fuck everything. I hate this fucking life, it just has to go wrong somewhere. I just had to make the stupidest mistake. But how was i supposed to know? It said total charges. Now, i can pray and hope to God that a phone call with help me save the future trip to France/Spain. I really want to go. Now because of this stupid invoice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105741545589913871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105741545589913871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105741545589913871' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105725273393947502</id><published>2003-07-03T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T13:18:53.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12:52 Q &amp; A Name: Kristalyn Goudreau Birthday: May 12, 1988 Height: 5'4"Hair: brownLocation: Dollard/Roxboro, MontrealHometown: Downtown MontrealOccupation: Student looking for a jobEducation: High SchoolHobbies: Playing soccer, watching soccer, listening to music, playing on the computer, swimming, just being with friends/boyfriend.Drive: a bicyclepeople on your MSN buddy list: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105725273393947502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105725273393947502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725273393947502' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-105685310549779146</id><published>2003-06-28T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T22:18:25.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:36 pm Blah! It's been a long time since I last wrote and I was pretty depressed last time I wrote. I'm a lot better now, not that I have forgotten everything that happened or that just because it's been more than two weeks I'm totally over it, it's just I can't keep my head in my pillow case, crying because someone died, sure it's tragic but it only gives me a chance to try harder to live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105685310549779146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/105685310549779146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105685310549779146' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-95645838</id><published>2003-06-13T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T19:39:32.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7:28 pm "It's messed up". It really is. Even though the majority of my day was spent with a certain special someone and i had an incredibly fun time, my day did not start off on a good foot. What's messed up is everything about what happened at the st. bernard thing. It's messed up cuz some person died. he didnt have to die, but he did bcuz of stupid people being stupid and not installing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95645838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95645838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95645838' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-95410656</id><published>2003-06-07T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T14:23:47.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2:09 pm Feels like I'm dying The lasts days of school have come. The last one is yet to come. Then the exams will pass us by then we are all left with the summer breezes and the good times spent together. I would rather not go through my life in a few sentences. I feel sooo i dont know what. But its not a good feeling. it feels like my head is going to explode. My muscles are poundng with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95410656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95410656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95410656' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-95139726</id><published>2003-05-31T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T23:25:45.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:45 pm Another wasted day... Saturday, normally a day that's interesting in some way. Not this satuday. All i did today was basically sit around, do homework, read books and....eat. Well i went to two libraries but it was boring so yeah. i spoke to Pat on the phone...and i kinda cried at supper time but its not important. I can't believe i worked so hard today on my english thing. I even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95139726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95139726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95139726' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-95015726</id><published>2003-05-28T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T21:44:18.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:27 pmSoccer...the two parts of one teamEh...our first "real" practise was today...it wasn't that great, actually most of it was pretty good. When the "coaches" decided to spilt the team in two i think that was the best decision. There was the new, less experienced side and the older, very experienced, smoking, rough, angry, swearing, bitchy, picky, scary looking side. I, of course was on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95015726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/95015726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95015726' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-94960324</id><published>2003-05-27T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T18:34:46.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6:24 pm Rain rain go away...come again another day...Blah...it has been raining for the past 4 days...well it didnt rain much today but it was still cloudy and crap. Weather really sucks. I got pictures developped today...they're cool. mostly of Patrick and Charlotte...poor Charlotte...oh well. life sucks are theres no point whining over it. Anyway...ahh...i think i have to leave to go to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94960324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94960324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94960324' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-94838751</id><published>2003-05-24T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T17:19:10.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4:48 pmI am soo Boredgreaaatt. It's saturday. My mom is home. I got my soccer cleats and now all i have left to do is hw, which i have started! How sad is that!!! and it's only 4:40! I called Pat...no answer and he's probably going to soccer soon, so whats the point in planning something? ok ok nevermind i officially have plans. WOOHOO! fran! Party...wait no! no party! fun but not loud fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94838751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94838751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94838751' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-94351436</id><published>2003-05-14T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T17:41:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:30 pmWednesday...When will the week end?!?Well, one more day of school then the last few ped days of the school year will come and then school will follow for another 3 weeks. 3 weeks of full weeks of school then we can do our exams and go home and enjoy the summer. Then we can all go back to school and start our 4th year of high school, which i am very terrified of. They say its the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94351436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94351436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94351436' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-94351150</id><published>2003-05-14T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T17:35:29.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:17 pmAhh...boring day. Going first for the english. That really sucks. Oh well, im bored. You Are A Juicy Kisser!About Your Kissing Style:		 Your lips are totally kissable baby, and you know how to use them.You are the perfect  - with the right combo of lips and tongue.It's important to flaunt it, so kiss early and often on dates!What Your Kissing Style Says About You:You're 100% </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94351150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/94351150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94351150' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-93675255</id><published>2003-05-02T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T18:06:56.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6:23 pmFull Name: Kristalyn GoudreauBirth date: May 12,1988Age: 14...soon to be 15Sex: femaleWhat school do you attend: P.C.H.SSiblings and their ages: Amanda, 10, Andrew, 11Righty or Lefty: Right[x] Your Looks [x]Hair Color: dark brown with reddish highlights..that look orangyEye Color: brownHeight: 5'4Do you have any piercing? earsWhere do you want more if you do: either...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93675255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93675255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93675255' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-93618787</id><published>2003-05-01T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T17:57:19.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:27 pmHii, I haven't written in a while, but you know how things are, busy one week, bored the next. Anyway, How has my week been...good..bad...great. Good because it was sunny three days in a row, but then it rained today. Bad because i had a french oral..and a shitload of homework. Great because well, i've spent like, A LOT of time with Pat this week and i'm glad. I love spending time with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93618787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93618787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93618787' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-93617465</id><published>2003-05-01T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T17:29:21.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Note: This was written on...i think Sunday night, or Saturday, yeah Saturday]12:04 amHey. Well...I'm in a better mood than i was before, that is for sure. Today, well yesterday technically, my mom left. It was probably one of the most hardest things to do. The last thing she said to me was, "don't forget to close the door" and she was crying and i was crying and i just couldnt grab onto the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93617465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/93617465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93617465' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92996550</id><published>2003-04-21T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T14:48:20.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:50 pmhey! Happy Easter! [sigh] im so...i dunno. i feel bad cuz i didn't call pat back and right now i feel like running out of my house and going to his house and tap on his window. i miss him. [cries]. haha, we spend waay too much time together yet at time it feels like we don't spend enough time together. its weird how that happens. anyways, im REALLY tempted to follow through with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92996550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92996550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92996550' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92996532</id><published>2003-04-21T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T14:47:56.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:16 pmhey hey. WOOHOO! no school! [dances] im happy, but im worried, about my cousin in colorado...he's in a lot of trouble. whatever, i dont really wanna talk about it now anyway. I h ad the weirdest dream EVER. i mean really it was weird. All i remember is that i had sex with Patrick, like alot. and it was in my house. i remember...ok this is weird, ok? that i was ontop of him...then i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92996532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92996532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92996532' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92508605</id><published>2003-04-12T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T21:29:31.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:18 pmheellooo....ahh for some reason i can't stop thinking about one person in particular. i spend too much time with this person and now i can't stop thinking about this person. We saw eachother today and it was fun. We went to Pinocchio's and we played games. My sister had a birthday party yesterday and i had fun yesterday also. it was good fun. I am the Bunny Queen. Anyway. Today was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92508605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92508605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92508605' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92245234</id><published>2003-04-08T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T17:49:53.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:12 pmHOTTIE!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92245234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92245234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92245234' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92188689</id><published>2003-04-07T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T21:33:49.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:12 pmToday...was...boring. except for when i found out my french and history marks, i was pretty happy then, i got like, 83 in french, u know how much that jumped? 11 marks. 11. whoa. that is like the best ive ever done this year, in french. anyway. i dont really know what to write about. im still excited about the whole cat thing. oh yeah, football starts this week, actually they are only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92188689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92188689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92188689' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-92120030</id><published>2003-04-06T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T22:13:36.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:07 pmAhh! ok i wrote something kinda long the other day and then it got deleted and i got super-pissed so i kicked the computer. no i wouldnt do that. even though i hate my computer!! anyway i only have ONE thing to say...I'M GONNA GET A CAAAAAAATT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if its a boy imma name it tobey or spiderman, cuz that is the coolest name, if its a girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/92120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92120030' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-91451211</id><published>2003-03-26T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T21:26:36.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9:24 pmha, the french are so cool. How would you like to send Pres. Bush, a peace pretzel?hahaa...9:25 pm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91451211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91451211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91451211' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-91313327</id><published>2003-03-24T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T19:59:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7:30 ish pm1 MINUTE AGO: i was making a coffee for my mom1 DAY AGO: i was at melissas house goofing around with people1 WEEK AGO: i was hardly on the computer1 YEAR AGO: i was burdened by my going out with jeff...[cringe]Current Clothes: shorts that are too big on me, a grey tank topCurrent Mood: pissed off cuz i have to do too many projects.Current Music: the radioCurrent Taste: none</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91313327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91313327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91313327' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-91207764</id><published>2003-03-22T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T22:37:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10:12 pmwell. its been quite a while and nothing much has happened. i dont really go on the computer anymore because i think that sometimes i only go on to keep myself from going to sleep and therefore i get less sleep. like yesterday, by 10:30 i was asleep, on a friday i was asleep by 10:30. how sad. i need to get a life. i hope that me cat kel and fran join the y soon. i miss going there and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91207764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/91207764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91207764' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-90139411</id><published>2003-03-04T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T18:15:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5:56 pmi had a weird dream the other night, the night i fell asleep next to the dictionary. i dont remember it as well as yesterday but the weird parts yes. It all took place in my house, and for most of it i was in my room but it looked alot bigger, and i had two of those hanging fans. i locked myself in cuz something about Montreal was going on. like i said i dont remember most of it. then i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/90139411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/90139411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90139411' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-89795765</id><published>2003-02-26T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T16:34:12.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4:31 pmahhhh! English essay/booklet!!!! eeeeeeee! |runs around in circles| i hate this stupid thing. rrrrrr. why am i on blogger? oh yeah i had another strange yet fascinating dream the other day, when i'm done my essay, i'll be sure to re-tell you all about it. that is, if i ever DO finish it -_-'.4:33 pm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89795765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89795765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89795765' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-89668037</id><published>2003-02-24T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T16:59:14.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4:57 pmWho's Your Dream Date?hmm...Elijah eh? I'd rather Orlando...oh yeah! i drew this kick ass picture of him yesterday. if i could, i would show you, that is, if you haven't seen it yet.4:58 pm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89668037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89668037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89668037' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-89583856</id><published>2003-02-23T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T00:12:18.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:20 pmmy site just keeps getting better. this music makes me think of a baby...in a playpin, just sitting there laughing and looking up at me, and one of those things that twirl around with the different shapes and plays music is just there and nothing else in the room can be heard except that music. how peaceful. i cant wait until i have my own share of those kinds of experiences. not that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89583856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89583856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89583856' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083214.post-89473200</id><published>2003-02-20T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T22:24:18.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patrick stayed outside with me today for like 30 minutes and we spoke about absolutely nothing and kissed and stuff. i told him what i was thinking about yesterday when he said that we were dancing or something and it made me laugh and he didnt know why. i explained it and then he said: so that's what you're always thinking about huh? and i was saying: no no no no. and he said: not that its a bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89473200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5083214/posts/default/89473200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurrydreams.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89473200' title=''/><author><name>Kristalyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00746193405795665295</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
