<?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-2414358230879222411</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:32:06.202-08:00</updated><category term='Righ'/><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Kenzi Renee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-2881533727348301602</id><published>2011-02-24T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:00:51.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* English Class Blues *~</title><content type='html'>Wow, so much has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, don't all of my posts start that way? It's because I hardly ever post. I need to. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I am a senior part time at Lehi high, and part time at East Shore high. I have a little over two dozen packets left to do, but that's SO much better than the 50 I started with. &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out what my plans for college are, but I'm not too sure yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a two songs since I last posted. I know, it's been a slow few months, and I got into kind of a funk. But I'm getting back in the habit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting in English class, supposed to be writing my rough draft (which I've already started and half finished on my own time) for a huge essay project. I've been researching the mystery of The Bermuda Triangle. It's kind of spooky. Because I'm farther on my project than anyone here (and the fact that I forgot my notebook with all of my work for this class at home), I decided to FINALLY post a new blog. &lt;font color= blue&gt; &lt;font size= 36&gt; &lt;3 &lt;/font color= blue&gt; &lt;/font size= 36&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school's almost out, and I'm being kicked off the computer. So have fun, and I'll try to post more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Hardy, Much Love xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-2881533727348301602?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2881533727348301602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2011/02/english-class-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2881533727348301602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2881533727348301602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2011/02/english-class-blues.html' title='~* English Class Blues *~'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-5039922809641001558</id><published>2010-07-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:26:46.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life" in real life.</title><content type='html'>Wow! &lt;br /&gt;This summer seems to have been really showing me a taste of what the real world is going to be like. I'm not so sure that I like it...but I'll make do.&lt;br /&gt;I signed up for my ACT today. When filling out all of the info I had to list my top 4 colleges. It then dawned on me that next fall I'll be going to one of those schools. HOLY COW!! Where has my life gone? But then again I sort of feel like I never had a life that could've gone anywhere, because it's now (FINALLY) starting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finalized my major and vocational studies at those schools today too. I'll be taking Music Theory and Composition as my major, and then also study Economics and Managerial Study. I also have an internship lined up with Vyrus Records, in Provo. I'm so excited!! My career as a Music Producer is falling into place, and I really feel like it's possible now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 18 in Sept. and everyone keeps telling me that it's not a magic number.. but if it's not, then why do I feel magic in the air and a new wave of possibilities rolling in for me? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-5039922809641001558?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5039922809641001558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-in-real-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/5039922809641001558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/5039922809641001558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-in-real-life.html' title='&quot;Life&quot; in real life.'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-361568281649381277</id><published>2010-05-16T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:52:54.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology</title><content type='html'>So for my English Final this year, I am doing my project on mythology. But, not just any mythology. Greek Mythology. A lot of people seem to confuse the Greek Mythology with that of the Roman's. Or they think that they are the same. Everyone's heard of Zeus' number one wife, right? How she was so jealous and out to catch him in his infidelity. Well, did you know that Juno and Hera are the same person?  Juno is her Roman name, Hera is her Greek name.  Anyways, enough with my babble. For one of my projects I have to make three alternative texts (art work, songs, blogs, etc. ) The latter of the three is what this whole post is about. I wrote a story, that I was going to post, about Aphrodite. She's my absolute favorite!! I hope you like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My second cousin Aphrodite was the Greek goddess of love, beauty, fertility and desire, and was rumored to be the oldest of the twelve Olympian gods. (Hey, I wasn't about to ask her age...are you crazy?) If you thought Athena's birth was rather odd, springing as she did full-grown out of the head of Zeus, wait until you hear about how the proud, gorgeous (and often cruel) Aphrodite came to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cronus was the son of the great god Uranus (Heaven, Sky) and Gaia (Mother Earth). I vaguely remember them, I was so young when they died...The stories I heard at grandpa Hesiod's knee say that as his children were born, nasty old Uranus went and imprisoned them so they wouldn't challenge his rule, causing Mother Earth great grief. You should never mess with Mother Earth, boys and girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his mother's help (and a very sharp sickle!) Cronus ambushed his father and castrated him. Ouch! Hate when that happens...Cronus threw Uranus' severed parts into the sea, and a host of giants and nymphs arose from the water, including cousin Aphrodite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my cousin always knew how to make an appearance...Aphrodite ("Afros" is Greek for "foam of the sea") emerged naked from the foam and stepped ashore at Cyprus or Cythera, we're not sure. (People were so stunned at her beauty, they forgot where they were, the story goes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, some say the goddess of desire's connection with water may be one reason seafood has been considered an aphrodisiac throughout the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass and flowers sprang up wherever her feet touched the earth. The Seasons clothed, perfumed and covered her in jewels, and brought her before the Immortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the hottest ticket in town. "APHRODITE DEBUTANTE!" screamed the headlines of the Mount Olympus Chronicle. Gods and mortals alike were in a frenzy, getting their hair done and ordering spiffy new togas from Niko of Athens and Ermani of Patra for the coming-out ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of Aphrodite's birth according to grandpa Hesiod, circa 800BC. Uncle Homer, on the other hand, in the Iliad claims that she was the daughter of Zeus and Dione. Boring version, unc. Stick to the war stories, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;From these two different origins, my philosopher cousin Plato (man was he cerebral, you asked him what time it was, he told you how to build a sundial...) identified two Aphrodites. One, the daughter of Uranus, also called Urania, was the noble goddess of pure love. The kind of girl you didn't mind sending a dozen roses to on impulse, dinner, candlelight, music, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other, the daughter of Dione, also called Pandemos, was the goddess of 'common' love. She could be a real *itch, if you know what I mean, pardon my Greek. (Hey, you want me to lie?) Conniving Aphrodite in her Pandemos persona broke up many a decent Hellenic home. My mailman Hermes tells me she's now taken up residence in a place called Washington, DC. I think it's near Hades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who to believe, gramps or unc? In this instance, I prefer grandpa Hesiod's version of Aphrodite's origin, it's so much more credible. Besides, grandpa Hesiod always told the neatest stories! Sometimes, though, I swear he was making stuff up just to amuse us kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk about a plum job! As a goddess, Aphrodite had only one divine duty: to make love and to inspire others to do so as well. Her primary function was to preside over reproduction, ensuring the survival of the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work, but hey, someone's got to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-361568281649381277?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/361568281649381277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/mythology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/361568281649381277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/361568281649381277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/mythology.html' title='Mythology'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-7445406352205712357</id><published>2010-04-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:55:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promy prom prom</title><content type='html'>So.... Kevan asked me to prom on Wednesday... and oh wow, it was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had choir festival until around 5pm on Wed. Kevan had told me earlier that week that he had to work that day, so he couldn't come watch. Thinking nothing of it, I was all " Oh, okay, sucks for you. lol. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4:30 I get this weird text from my friend Mike saying "are you home yet? are you home yet? are you home yet?" But I was still on the  bus headed back to the school. When I asked him why he was in such a rush for me to get back, he said "oh, im just bored and want a friend over. Devin's here, but you should come too." &lt;br /&gt;Then I texted his gf, Michelle, wondering if she was going too. She was all "no, that's weird. why would he not tell me, and then be so excited for you to come over?" I knew she was upset so I made up this long thing about how it was actually our friend Devin not Mike, trying to make her happy. &lt;br /&gt;So I finally DO get home, and sitting on my bed is a bouquet of balloons in my fav. colors and a poster board saying "Don't be a 'skull candy' (cuz i'd been looking for ear buds for school. Can't really sneak music in during class with the big ones :)) ) be a 'lifesaver' and Please go to prom with me? Love, Kevan. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It was SO cute. &lt;br /&gt;During all of this Mike was still texting me, actually it was kinda making me feel uneasy. Why would he want to see and be with me so bad ?! O_O odd.... &lt;br /&gt;So I finally just say okay, ill hang with you. I went to ask Val if I could go, and she was all "is Kevan going to be there?" &lt;br /&gt;"No, he's at work" :(&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, when he came to set up that stuff in your room earlier he had mentioned that he got work off today.." &lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?! "&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...wait." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I was really suspicious! But when they came to get me, it was only Mike and Devin... So I ended up getting my hopes crushed. Then I got curious... what was Kevan up to, since he didn't have work? O_O&lt;br /&gt;Then as I walked down my steps and around the corner of the garage, I saw the corner of Kevan's car, and before I even saw him I jumped. Thankfully I landed in his arms. LOL It was Kevan texting me the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and GUESS WHAT?! Michelle was there the WHOLET TIME! So they were all over at Mike's house comparing texts, calling me out on the story I fed Chelle, laughing at the fact that I'd lie to her even if it was only out of love. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea... It was a Hecktic day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-7445406352205712357?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7445406352205712357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/promy-prom-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7445406352205712357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7445406352205712357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/04/promy-prom-prom.html' title='Promy prom prom'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-715368291646461805</id><published>2010-03-09T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:42:16.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny girl</title><content type='html'>Rylie: kenzi, that's a very cute picture on your door... Did you draw it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: no, I didn't. Kevan drew it for me. He does cute things like that for me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie: oh, that's how my best friend, Spencer, is. He's a cute boy, especially when he smiles like this --&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ooooh, Spencer? Does that mean you have a crush on him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie: no, he's just my very best friend......kenzi, who do you have a crush on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: well, I have a crush on Kevan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rylie: *gasp* I KNEW IT!! *snaps fingers in triumph*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-715368291646461805?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/715368291646461805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/715368291646461805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/715368291646461805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/funny-girl.html' title='Funny girl'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-8589086975430915211</id><published>2010-02-22T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:55:57.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened since I last wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 20o9: I got my braces off!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4MzktKgVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/ciNBacaPptA/s1600-h/naked+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4MzktKgVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/ciNBacaPptA/s320/naked+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441249480485655618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 20o9: I started dating my now boyfriend, Kevan. He's adorable. I love that kid. &lt;br /&gt;We went to the Sadie Hawkins Dance. It was so awesome. We made tie dye shirts the night before, and wore those. We met up with my friend Michelle and her bf, Mike. Our group pics are cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was fun. Everyone came over here, to Val and Evan's house. So that was an adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4Mz2mbtjTI/AAAAAAAAACk/pfDar0ceaz8/s1600-h/sadies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4Mz2mbtjTI/AAAAAAAAACk/pfDar0ceaz8/s320/sadies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441249787916422450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20o9: Christmas was fun. I went with my dad and stayed at my grandparents house in Logan. It was great to see that side of my family again, after such a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;I got an Ipod touch, and lots a cUUTe clothes. They also got me a gorgeous dress for Prom. It was meant for the winter Ball, but at last minute the school changed it. Then the theme was Dirt Cheap. I didn't want to be a freaking hobo, thanks much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M0bNNCCgI/AAAAAAAAACs/tJhBsI5trX8/s1600-h/karate+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M0bNNCCgI/AAAAAAAAACs/tJhBsI5trX8/s320/karate+kid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250416799123970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2o10: The semester changed, and so I got new classes. I'm so happy, my g.p.a. is a 3.5!!!!! That's the highest it's ever been,,,, EVER. &lt;br /&gt;I've been doing fairly well on my packets. Could do better, but I'm getting them done. That's all that matters. Now I have 15.5 credits to make up,,, instead of having 24 credits to make up. &lt;br /&gt;Like I said in the December part, there was a Winter Ball,,that I didn't go to. And for good reason! Stupid student counsel president decided to change it for the whole school, because he didn't have enough for a legit date. What a loser. Get a job, loser. Then you'll have money next time. ugh. &lt;br /&gt;Kevan got a job, and a car :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I got a phone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M1C6NJNFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OfN-ATWEE4k/s1600-h/woop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M1C6NJNFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OfN-ATWEE4k/s320/woop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441251098894087250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 2o10: Woh. That's all I have to say. They say that February is the season of love, and I definitely felt it. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;Kevan and I went with Mike and Michelle to the Sweethearts Dance. It was so beautifully decorated, and it was so fun. They actually had some decent music, and I'm excited to get the pictures back. &lt;br /&gt;Kevan got me a beautiful jeweled heart necklace. It's my favorite. Ah,,I love it! And I put together an art set for him. You should see his drawings, they are WAY good. &lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair. I like it better Darker. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M1g9kbTgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2fP1n0jxzHI/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4M1g9kbTgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2fP1n0jxzHI/s320/new+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441251615193124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-8589086975430915211?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8589086975430915211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/8589086975430915211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/8589086975430915211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/S4MzktKgVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/ciNBacaPptA/s72-c/naked+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-1571830165663103260</id><published>2009-10-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:12:58.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Righ'/><title type='text'>G0odness Me!</title><content type='html'>Right now life is sort of blah. It's one of those times right after an exciting event, but right before another one. So I feel sort of on Idle right now. But at least there is no drama, so that's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually at school right now, and because my grades are good ( :D ) I have nothing to catch up on, so I'm just chillen with my friends: Jade, Chris, Amy, and Chandler. &lt;br /&gt;Jade has the cutest laugh in the world!! hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this class we had  lunch, and before that I was in Midvale for a field trip watching Tap Dogs. OMG, they were hot!! Two were Australian, one was British, and the rest were my age-ish. LOL. Michelle and I had funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellz, ima go for now. &lt;br /&gt;Party Hardy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-1571830165663103260?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1571830165663103260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/g0odness-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/1571830165663103260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/1571830165663103260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/10/g0odness-me.html' title='G0odness Me!'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-8819233483794158786</id><published>2009-09-16T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:41:14.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First GIG</title><content type='html'>Guess What?! Tomorrow D.N.A. is going to play in Spanish Fork, at Boothe Brothers Music. It's gonna be legit!! I'm so excited, YAY baby! It's on main street, so if you wanted to come check us out be there at 7PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also going to play at MV's Red Ribbon Week Drug- Free assembly. That will be pretty cool, to go back there and prove to all the people that we made it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND we are going to be headlining at Pirate Island Pizza, in Orem, in a few weeks. I'll update and tell you when that is, so those who wanted to go can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Hardy, People!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-8819233483794158786?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8819233483794158786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-gig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/8819233483794158786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/8819233483794158786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-gig.html' title='First GIG'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-7541329406689763961</id><published>2009-09-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:32:48.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 years old</title><content type='html'>Wow, this past year has gone by SO FAST! I can't decide yet if I feel any different, because for me, each day is crazy and new. So I can't decide if it's because I'm older, or just another day. Heh. Does that even make sence? Now I feel like I'm just rambling. ns.kdhgfsegfbryu. iuhfkjhsduigf. suidhgfkjsdgfyug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Party was way fun! We played Rockband, and Beatles Rockband for a while, then we all got bored and went and played night games. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE8jeFCX4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dsxbSZtsZuE/s1600-h/rockband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE8jeFCX4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dsxbSZtsZuE/s320/rockband.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149609751732098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE8ywZFB6I/AAAAAAAAACA/VXCfwncge7s/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE8ywZFB6I/AAAAAAAAACA/VXCfwncge7s/s320/party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382149872365668258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Me, Kylee, and Lacie is on the end. Brad is in the back ground. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE86xPyFZI/AAAAAAAAACI/TyQP5kxQbFc/s1600-h/singers+nd+brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE86xPyFZI/AAAAAAAAACI/TyQP5kxQbFc/s320/singers+nd+brad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382150010034066834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my AWESOME cake. It was SOOOOOO GOOD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE9L8qC9yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2MCS1KnOIk/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE9L8qC9yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/t2MCS1KnOIk/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382150305154791202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-7541329406689763961?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7541329406689763961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7541329406689763961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7541329406689763961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/17-years-old.html' title='17 years old'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SrE8jeFCX4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/dsxbSZtsZuE/s72-c/rockband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-5481712573755048385</id><published>2009-09-03T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:03:46.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>4 Days, until my favorite number birthday!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Summer Jam '09 with Barbara, for her 17th! Ice cube was so hot!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG  PRETSTON JUST FARTED !!!!!!!!!! AT SCHOOL!!!! hahahahahahahuaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-5481712573755048385?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5481712573755048385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/5481712573755048385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/5481712573755048385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-days.html' title='4 DAYS!'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-3795821007695129914</id><published>2009-09-03T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:59:30.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwahahahaha</title><content type='html'>I am at school right this very second! :D :D I'm a nERd!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-3795821007695129914?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3795821007695129914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/mwahahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/3795821007695129914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/3795821007695129914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/09/mwahahahaha.html' title='Mwahahahaha'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-2003466099779361595</id><published>2009-08-27T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:58:16.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school, love, and partays!!!</title><content type='html'>I started school on the 20th. Wow, it is crazy. I love it here in Lehi though. The school and the people are so FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm falling for Alex Miskell. I've known him forever, since 7th grade..... the second time. HA! But last weekend I went with my mom to Springville to see our friends, and decided that I would go up the street to see Alex. It was so great to see him, after like 2 years. He's such a sweetheart to me, and he actually cares. Which is a breath of fresh air, after all the losers lately. I think I might go and see him on labor day... which is also my 17TH BIRTHDAY!!! WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Summer Jam with Barbara this weekend, for her 17th birthday. YAY! *tear* we grew up so fast honey! I love you nd happy bday tomorrow!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-2003466099779361595?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2003466099779361595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-love-and-partays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2003466099779361595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2003466099779361595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-love-and-partays.html' title='school, love, and partays!!!'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-6893935706639117444</id><published>2009-08-10T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:19:44.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi_PhVTMI/AAAAAAAAABw/e0EgNO0lN0s/s1600-h/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi_PhVTMI/AAAAAAAAABw/e0EgNO0lN0s/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540331951606978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-nIB0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/6mHBo8hhV0M/s1600-h/DSCN0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-nIB0AI/AAAAAAAAABo/6mHBo8hhV0M/s320/DSCN0559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540321108054018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-bJ5TYI/AAAAAAAAABg/_cIl7Bc6fKc/s1600-h/DSCN0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-bJ5TYI/AAAAAAAAABg/_cIl7Bc6fKc/s320/DSCN0557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540317894659458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-HiAz4I/AAAAAAAAABY/psFFfwnx6pE/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi-HiAz4I/AAAAAAAAABY/psFFfwnx6pE/s320/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540312627105666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi91fb8gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_jKNK-ArZBY/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi91fb8gI/AAAAAAAAABQ/_jKNK-ArZBY/s320/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368540307784462850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDiOiY_3ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/ET-lVtdz5ik/s1600-h/DSCN0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDiOiY_3ZI/AAAAAAAAABI/ET-lVtdz5ik/s320/DSCN0563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368539495203331474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after!! WOOT! i love it! I love how all of my ballet posters look against my green walls, and it looks like Sven (my guitar) has made himself comfy in his new room too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-6893935706639117444?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6893935706639117444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-woot-i-love-it-i-love-how-all-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/6893935706639117444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/6893935706639117444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-woot-i-love-it-i-love-how-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDi_PhVTMI/AAAAAAAAABw/e0EgNO0lN0s/s72-c/DSCN0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-7541764762444557047</id><published>2009-08-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:12:19.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSxtFIOI/AAAAAAAAABA/lHAuA0TOzOQ/s1600-h/DSCN0554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSxtFIOI/AAAAAAAAABA/lHAuA0TOzOQ/s320/DSCN0554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368538468521943266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSmx45JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fc1vznhS1D4/s1600-h/DSCN0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSmx45JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fc1vznhS1D4/s320/DSCN0550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368538465589322898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSW794RI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1ev9w8crnbw/s1600-h/DSCN0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSW794RI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1ev9w8crnbw/s320/DSCN0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368538461336625426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before pictures of the room. Evan and I painting the texture onto the walls. That was a FUN day (not! lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-7541764762444557047?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7541764762444557047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-pictures-of-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7541764762444557047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/7541764762444557047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/before-pictures-of-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o1mBbnxISjo/SoDhSxtFIOI/AAAAAAAAABA/lHAuA0TOzOQ/s72-c/DSCN0554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-170849945428958630</id><published>2009-08-10T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:07:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 1/2 days!</title><content type='html'>WOW! Aunt Val is having her baby on Wednesday!!!! It's sooooo crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;We have been running in circles trying to get ready, gah. still so much to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Grammie is here!!!!!!! WOOT!! Grandpa gets here on Wednesday!!!! WOOOT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did ask her opinion on the "boys" sitiation. I didn't like her answer very much, LOL. But I figured it out on my own. I hate playing people's games, and so I moved on from Heath. I'm tired of liars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post pics of my new room soon, prolly later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!!! I found out something about one of my ex's. I now want to rip his friggin face off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;:( Too bad, I used to think that he was the only person in the world that I could trust. But it turns out he's just like all the rest of the pigs nd dogs out there. So screw you!!!!!!!  MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P !! a bazillion times :P!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-170849945428958630?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/170849945428958630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-12-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/170849945428958630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/170849945428958630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-12-days.html' title='1 1/2 days!'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-1683161592397335348</id><published>2009-08-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:02:54.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOT has happened......</title><content type='html'>Well, SO much has happened since I last wrote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colten and I broke up. It seems now like it was just a matter of time. I think it was a good decision, though. I am just glad that at least he and I can still be friends. That's the hard thing about loving your best friend. So many times, when the two of you break up it ruins that great friendship too. Yes, I still love him. But more like it should be, I love him the right way now; he's more like my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living with my aunt Val and uncle Evan. At first I was hesitant to fall so fast, headfirst, into the unknown. Sometimes that's what it takes, though. I needed that push because I obviously was no longer pushing myself. I moved out here with them because I needed a change of pace, a place where I could let go of all of the baggage that I let hold me back. I came out here so that I can get my life together under new pretenses, mainly in school. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a different story all on its own. I have ALWAYS struggled with it, and now that I am in a new atmosphere, maybe I can get a grip on myself. I HAVE to get a grip on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, yesterday my friend Taylor came over and we painted my room!! I think it looks awesome! My theme is Green, Teal, and White. I want everything to be really crisp and fresh, but fun too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do about boys, though. GRRR. SO FRUSTRATING!! I have a boyfriend, his name is Heath, but he's been acting so odd lately. Maybe I'm over reacting. I don't know. *sigh* It's just lame, I feel like he's ignoring me. I can tell that he's trying to be discreet about it, because when a guy gives me BULL, I can tell. I guess it's a gift learned from experience.  O_0  Plus, to top it off, a guy that I've liked for a long while finally told me that he feels the same towards me. GAH! I love both of them.. but I wonder, is love always enough? Unfortunately I already know the answer...No, it's not enough, and that scares me more than anything. I just want to be right by everyone!! But the only outcomes I see end up hurting someone in the process. I can't have either one of them hate me, it would kill me! I don't know what I want.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can ask Grammie what she thinks... when she comes back ON WEDNESDAY! WOOOOT!!! She's coming back because aunt Val is actually having a baby, on August 12. It's a little girl, with an unknown name..LOL. It's either going to be Dylann (pronounced like Dylan) Mckenzie Ehat, or Addison Michelle Ehat. I personally like Dylann, and not because the middle name is after me. Of course, it does make me feel all fuzzy and good inside :D:D:D but I don't know. I just love guys names for little girls, it's kind of quirky and cute. So adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! at the Disco BROKE UP!! NOOOOOO!! They were my fav ever! :( Speaking of music, I am going to go see The Big Bad Voodoo Daddies on Aug. 17th. Then, I'm wanting to go to the reunion concert tour of Blink 182, with Chester French and Taking Back Sunday! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellz, Ima go. Until next time my friends! &lt;3/kenzie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-1683161592397335348?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1683161592397335348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/lot-has-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/1683161592397335348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/1683161592397335348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/08/lot-has-happened.html' title='A LOT has happened......'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-3970821250673790409</id><published>2009-06-26T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:21:01.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah!</title><content type='html'>My grammie nd Grandpa are here this week. I'm way happy cause I haven't seen them in about a year. They moved to Oregon a few years back nd it's been really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are all going to go see Transformers 2. I'm excited to see it.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to a funcenter called Boondocks.That was pretty chill. Tomorrow a couple people are going to the ReAl Salt Lake soccer game. Then on Sunday we are going up to The Cabin!!!! I freaking LOVE that place; I haven't been in like 6 years! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step dad, decided to not take the job in Baltimore after all.. that was sort of disapointing at first. But I'd rather stay in Utah, even with Colten in the picture. Yea, it'd be WAY nice to see him, but what would the point be to move closer to him nd then have him move back to Utah only a few months after that? lol. That was the only reason that I really wanted to go to Baltimore anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bored right now though......I'm sooo Blah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2414358230879222411-3970821250673790409?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3970821250673790409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/3970821250673790409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/3970821250673790409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah.html' title='blah!'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2414358230879222411.post-2941035110286088457</id><published>2009-05-29T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:16:45.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>I have no idea who will care about this, besides me of course. But, I still feel like I should share things with whomever is willing to listen. It's sometimes easier to tell people you don't know about your issues, or stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got a job at Seven Peaks water park! It's so funfunfun!! I work concessions, which is delish. Just kind of hard when you don't eat breakfast before work :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful boyfriend , named Colten. He lives in PA, which is foreverrrr away :(&lt;br /&gt;But my step dad just recently got a job in Baltimore so when we go and visit him, I can go see Colten too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what else to say. so......yupp yupp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2414358230879222411-2941035110286088457?l=kenzierenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2941035110286088457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2941035110286088457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2414358230879222411/posts/default/2941035110286088457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzierenee.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Kenzi Renee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10989820540233946000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM3FknfzPsk/TYvAcDijhaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3KoRz2OyTNk/s220/kenz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
