<?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-3488470195757444310</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:48.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keilah's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k-kool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09647229205996087861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KmeoZTtVOE/SgrmP4PmnNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jOt7RVV9Do/S220/k-kool+pink.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488470195757444310.post-7453131449528954366</id><published>2009-05-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:11:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wat&lt;/span&gt; up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; home bored for some reason when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; busy everyone wants to chill with you and everything but when you have nothing to do then no one writes to you everyone is doing some thing and u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to invite yourself because then like you don't wan to feel like your a loser with no life trying to make plans.Well my problem is I some how always make alot of plans with different people for the same day something in my mind I think i can chill with everyone like i just need to stop and just say no like there are days when I don't want to chill with a person but I feel bad because i feel bad just like rejecting someone but what i do hate is when they tag along with you like its okay.I don't want to be mean and be like what the hell you doing hanging out wit someone else but i don't want to hurt their feeling so I just let them tag along and then i make them feel uncomfortable enough that they want to leave on there own you see you can be mean and be nice all at the same time.Well until next see ya later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye loser be safe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488470195757444310-7453131449528954366?l=k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/feeds/7453131449528954366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/7453131449528954366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/7453131449528954366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-hey.html' title='hey hey'/><author><name>k-kool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09647229205996087861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KmeoZTtVOE/SgrmP4PmnNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jOt7RVV9Do/S220/k-kool+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488470195757444310.post-5505071747187901960</id><published>2009-05-19T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:37:09.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodmorning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hey everyone im so  sick its not even funny.I want to talk today bout gossip.Why people send their own time  on talking bout other people and then when people go up to them bout the problem they want to act like they did say nothing.So much drama like why can people just think bout themselves and thats it like omg.Boys I think they dont know what they want like they have more mood swings then girls and I truely think thats a true fact. Sometimes i wish i can read the what they are thinkingabout i mean every girls knows that the main thing they think bout is playing ball and sex.Like why do they play so much games but then  they blame it on us like we the one playing games.I have a friend that she like this boy so much and he  like her to but  wants to mess wit the whole world in other words he wants his cake and eat to,and she the only reason she always went back to him because he said a few nice word like seriously like girls should have asshole boyfriend pussywhipe like guys like him needs to be treated like dirt sound mean but its the truth see u later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye losers lol be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488470195757444310-5505071747187901960?l=k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/feeds/5505071747187901960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodmorning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/5505071747187901960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/5505071747187901960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodmorning.html' title='goodmorning'/><author><name>k-kool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09647229205996087861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KmeoZTtVOE/SgrmP4PmnNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jOt7RVV9Do/S220/k-kool+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3488470195757444310.post-6399752748996676958</id><published>2009-05-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:40:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he my name is Keilah Adames and I go to west side and west side is a school that if you mess up in the school that u was in u can go to west side and get your credits faster.I mean you have to do your work but its like a regular school .Well for the ladies their some cute boys in this school i mean some are corny but yea. I dont even know why im doing this blog this shit is so dum but my familt group teacher is making me do this shit if u dont know what family group is its like home room like your advisor .My family group teacher gets on my damn nerves she dont even know how to speak english and on top of that she talk like if she slow omg i be tellin her to shut up no one what she be talking about she dont even know what she be talking about omg well their is like 5 minutes left to this class and I cant wait until this bell rings well ima stop writing because my hands hurt and i dont know what to talk about so peace Im bout to gossip wit karina talk to ya losers later lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3488470195757444310-6399752748996676958?l=k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/feeds/6399752748996676958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-my-name-is-keilah-adames-and-i-go-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/6399752748996676958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3488470195757444310/posts/default/6399752748996676958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://k-kool-keilah.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-my-name-is-keilah-adames-and-i-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>k-kool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09647229205996087861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9KmeoZTtVOE/SgrmP4PmnNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6jOt7RVV9Do/S220/k-kool+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
