<?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-6052445</id><updated>2011-08-31T08:58:56.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ego Trippin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-115463636547737250</id><published>2006-08-03T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:19:25.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Right... Just Write...</title><summary type='text'>I call myself  a writer but lately my brain insist that it doesn't feel like being creative or formulating sentences. It almost feels like my fingers are reluctant to type.                                                                                                                                                                                     Well, another summer has come and gone and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/115463636547737250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=115463636547737250' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/115463636547737250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/115463636547737250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-right-just-write.html' title='Just Right... Just Write...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-115371145293956666</id><published>2006-07-23T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:24:13.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watered down ain't never taste good...</title><summary type='text'>Certain things leads you into the pit of your emotions and you are compelled to dig deep inside of yourself and lay your guts on the table. It is often said no guts no glory, and I can easily express that's why I haven't had the glory of love-- no one has reached the guts. I often stare in the face of my water down emotions and watered down love and crave the richness of the sugar that  rest on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/115371145293956666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=115371145293956666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/115371145293956666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/115371145293956666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2006/07/watered-down-aint-never-taste-good.html' title='Watered down ain&apos;t never taste good...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-113741996619966792</id><published>2006-01-16T07:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T07:59:27.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been okay</title><summary type='text'>I really need to get off this thing and get ready for the march and service today......I had to post this because I couldn't believe I am surviving. My cell phone was stolen and I am not having a cardiac infarction... (did I spell that right???) Now, for those that love me know that I LOVE my phone-- that's my connection to all my friends.......... ANNNNNDDD I don't have anyone number programed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/113741996619966792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=113741996619966792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/113741996619966792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/113741996619966792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-okay.html' title='Its been okay'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-113683105180668887</id><published>2006-01-09T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:24:11.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here wondering what the heck I should write about... My mind is soo full! Well, it is another new year, and I am so blessed to see it. Goodness, I've had dramatic changes-- especially at the closing of the year. You never know what's in the store or what lies ahead... I am just hoping this is a good year.Well, on New Years eve my mother was in the hospital and for the first time in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/113683105180668887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=113683105180668887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/113683105180668887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/113683105180668887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title='Okay'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-111911154637195596</id><published>2005-06-18T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:19:06.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up this morning...</title><summary type='text'>and I felt like posting. I guess like all things you love, certain things have a way of coming back to you and reclaiming what's theirs. I haven't posted since the beginning of the new year and now I sit, comfortably at my work station, wondering when did I fall out of love with my thoughts.Where do I begin? I am happy. LoL. I wish there was a more creative means of me typing that but that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/111911154637195596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=111911154637195596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/111911154637195596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/111911154637195596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-woke-up-this-morning.html' title='I woke up this morning...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-110609185154605849</id><published>2005-01-18T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:44:11.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been this long???</title><summary type='text'>I've spent my evening catching up on blogs that I haven't read in awhile. I must say I have never laughed so much in one evening.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/110609185154605849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=110609185154605849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/110609185154605849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/110609185154605849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-this-long.html' title='It&apos;s been this long???'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-110184537013750279</id><published>2004-11-30T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T14:09:30.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gone in November</title><summary type='text'>I’ve kinda being going through it lately, but I’m cool. Life is what it is and I am rolling with the punches. I finally got to talk with my friend Ash this past weekend. It seemed like forever since I’ve conversed with her and it was good to share minutes with my friend. This week I am not enjoying being a teacher, but I do love my rug rats a great deal. It’s somewhat suffocating when I want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/110184537013750279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=110184537013750279' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/110184537013750279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/110184537013750279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/11/gone-in-november.html' title='gone in November'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109881466436208184</id><published>2004-10-26T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:17:44.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nandi</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very special day! I want to send hugs, kisses, and love to my “peeps” you know who you are!!Anyhoo… I think today is going to be a beautiful day. I am such a great mood, but I think that has a lot to do with having talked with 5 of my ls’s on the way to work. Now, this isn’t normal, but maybe that is what I need because I am in a great mood.This question has been plaguing my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109881466436208184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109881466436208184' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109881466436208184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109881466436208184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/10/nandi.html' title='Nandi'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109836815135607851</id><published>2004-10-21T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T09:15:51.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart forget...</title><summary type='text'>It's been a minute... I survived my first 9 weeks of being a high school teacher. My students did well... Anyhow, I think Ash wished her 'karma' upon me. I too have a young lady that told me that she was pregnant. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She is too young physically and emotionally. I could not imagine the child who sucks her tongue engaging in anything but Sesame Street. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109836815135607851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109836815135607851' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109836815135607851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109836815135607851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/10/absence-makes-heart-forget.html' title='Absence makes the heart forget...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109715493956668498</id><published>2004-10-07T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T08:15:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm of morning...</title><summary type='text'>It is amazing how quickly time passes. Next week is exam time, so I’ve spent the majority of my time trying to get everything in order. I have a huge problem with organization. So, that means I will have a lot of late nights and early mornings trying to get things in order.Anyhoo, I must note that everything is going really well in my life. My social life is at an all time low, but I do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109715493956668498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109715493956668498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109715493956668498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109715493956668498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/10/calm-of-morning.html' title='The calm of morning...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109689915072090428</id><published>2004-10-04T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T09:12:30.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't do Mondays...</title><summary type='text'>It is the beginning of yet another week.So far, things are going well, and Monday has been quite uneventful. Every Sunday night I always tell my friend how I just do not want to go to work, but when I get here it is not so bad.I had a very restful weekend. I declined many offers of going to the fair, to the movies, and out to eat. I did not want to do anything nor did I want to be bothered. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109689915072090428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109689915072090428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109689915072090428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109689915072090428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-dont-do-mondays.html' title='I don&apos;t do Mondays...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109638704440615798</id><published>2004-09-28T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T08:48:54.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes men just totally piss me off.There is this man that I work with that totally pushes my buttons. I mean REALLY.He is the type that doesn't have respect for women just because he is a jerk. He lives to be a jerk. I am going explode because he makes me soo angry. I mean really, really angry. I've been trying to be professional and be a lady, but he has gone there the LAST time with me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109638704440615798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109638704440615798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109638704440615798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109638704440615798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109595012346906141</id><published>2004-09-23T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:35:23.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotep...</title><summary type='text'>Okay, yesterday I did not earn my money, but NOBODY did. I had my homeroom all day and I wasn’t complaining at all. I needed to file papers and finally get organized. One of my sweeties helped and she was truly a life saver.After being with the same students all day, I started to miss my normal routine and the joy that I have when I see certain students. They all embody such different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109595012346906141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109595012346906141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109595012346906141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109595012346906141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/hotep.html' title='Hotep...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109569129474022643</id><published>2004-09-20T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T09:41:34.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant think of a title...</title><summary type='text'>I had a fabulous weekend. I am tired today, but I think that’s because I stayed on the phone until after midnight. I’m here though.Anyhoo, Usher really put on a great show! K. West did a great job as well. So, everything was well worth the money spent.I did make it home in time to go to church Sunday morning and service was fine. After that I relaxed at home all evening. I truly needed the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109569129474022643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109569129474022643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109569129474022643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109569129474022643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='i cant think of a title...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109543085873547719</id><published>2004-09-17T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:20:58.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yadda... yadda ...yadda</title><summary type='text'>I have been going through blog withdrawal…I have not had time to even check my e-mail. Being the “proficient” and timely person I am, I procrastinated until the last minute to do my progress reports. That resulted in an all night and early morning course of action and I am still not finished. I will finish my seventh period class during my planning period.I must say that I did have a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109543085873547719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109543085873547719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109543085873547719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109543085873547719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/yadda-yadda-yadda.html' title='yadda... yadda ...yadda'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109517307177491063</id><published>2004-09-14T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T09:44:31.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i suppose... </title><summary type='text'>I have a lot that I need to rid my brain of, but time is so limited now. I have begun working until 5:30 in the evening and I really do not have time to relax. All is well though. My students bothered my so bad yesterday and I do not know if it was because I was moody already or what not. I wanted them to evaporate. They all seemed to be so needy yesterday and I could not rid myself of them at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109517307177491063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109517307177491063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109517307177491063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109517307177491063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-suppose.html' title='i suppose... '/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109456517908737762</id><published>2004-09-07T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T08:52:59.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Good Times...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had so much fun that you hated the day ended??That describes my Saturday. One of my ls's got married and it was simply BEAUTIFUL, PASSIONATE, AND ELEGANT. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. I was happy to see so many of my girls, and was very happy that I decided to drive down to witness such a wonderful act of love.Ten, the bride, looked stunning. I was so happy for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109456517908737762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109456517908737762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109456517908737762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109456517908737762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/for-good-times.html' title='For the Good Times...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109422233687359709</id><published>2004-09-03T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:48:59.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acculturation?</title><summary type='text'>Last night, I attended a Fall revival and it was "unusual". Last night served as a first for many things. I attend church quite often and always thought that I was efficient in the activities that are exercised in a church- until, I attended revival last night.I was introduced to a plethora of "difference." I felt inapt. I thought to myself, " this is probably how a white person feels when they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109422233687359709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109422233687359709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109422233687359709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109422233687359709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/acculturation.html' title='Acculturation?'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109413532426131161</id><published>2004-09-02T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:39:11.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word on the street...</title><summary type='text'>The word on the street is that I am an "exceptional" teacher. I received my first outstanding educator emblem, and I cannot remember a time that I've felt so honored. Well, other than when I had the distinct privileged to be honored with my sororities emblem. I am very pleased, but still reluctant to express such joy because I know I have a LONG year ahead of me; and more so, I know how the world</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109413532426131161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109413532426131161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109413532426131161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109413532426131161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/09/word-on-street.html' title='Word on the street...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109387657945196866</id><published>2004-08-30T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:36:19.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too soon...</title><summary type='text'>Is it Monday already? I do not feel like being here. I thought that if I dress extremely cute it would brigten my mood, but it did not work. I look cute, but I feel........ Anyhoo, I had a wonderful weekend. I spent the majority of the my weekend with two friends and I always enjoy their company. I attended the football game on Friday night. I have to re-program my body to being outside with bugs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109387657945196866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109387657945196866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109387657945196866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109387657945196866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/too-soon.html' title='too soon...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109361666682715694</id><published>2004-08-27T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T14:16:04.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>prison-nish</title><summary type='text'>Okay, it has gotten bad. I mean real bad. I know it's been a while. I will not elaborate. I haven't been on a date. I haven't even felt a slight presense of shyness around a man- WHY? Because everyone I see looks like a crack head, somebodies uncles, someone just plain NASTY, and this morning I see this "prison-nish" looking guy that thinks I'm a cutie. And get this, I found myself actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109361666682715694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109361666682715694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109361666682715694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109361666682715694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/prison-nish.html' title='prison-nish'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109335742050615521</id><published>2004-08-24T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:25:22.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the grind!</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I am in school. I spent my evening listing to poetry... Reviewing assignments, and planning for today. Every night I go to bed with papers and books surrounding me (I made my two siblings listen to poetry as well) :) ...Anyhoo, I had a pretty good weekend. Kim and I did some shopping (please remember that I have hit poverty level! I's BROKE!!!) I cannot wait until I get paid, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109335742050615521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109335742050615521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109335742050615521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109335742050615521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/back-on-grind.html' title='Back on the grind!'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109294185143643223</id><published>2004-08-19T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T13:57:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8182</title><summary type='text'>Today seems to be going by in slllooowwww motion. I had to administer a test this morning and it was so draining. My students have been fussing because I've been out of the classroom so much due to having to remediate students. Anyhoo, I'm not going to dedicate this entry to work.So, what's been up with me?My dating life is nonexistent... I am truly not seeing anyone. Normally, there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109294185143643223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109294185143643223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109294185143643223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109294185143643223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/8182.html' title='8182'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109235572971695125</id><published>2004-08-12T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T19:08:49.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unfolding</title><summary type='text'>I finally have a minute or maybe two minutes to compose my string of thoughts.As of Monday, I started my teaching career. Things are going well, but I have been extremely busy! Being that I teach 10th grade English they pull me out of my classroom a lot, and so I've been away from my 4th period class a lot (it feels like too much.) Anyhoo, I'm not complaining, because I am happy to have this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109235572971695125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109235572971695125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109235572971695125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109235572971695125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/unfolding.html' title='unfolding'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109176040371160846</id><published>2004-08-05T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:46:43.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>44 and counting...</title><summary type='text'>I had a wonderful day today. I spent the majority of the day at school, preparing for my students- school begins Monday. Didn't time fly? Luckily summer school prepared me a little, and my nerves are not on edge.I received great news about the house I am interested in purchasing (yeah, I'm trying to buy a house). It is sooooooooo nice!! Hopefully, after I go to the bank tomorrow things will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109176040371160846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109176040371160846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109176040371160846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109176040371160846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/08/44-and-counting.html' title='44 and counting...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-109124624907212615</id><published>2004-07-30T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T23:14:25.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen to paper.</title><summary type='text'>I sit, meditate, pray, hope, cry, and pray again, alone. In the warmth of my skin and the sanity of my mind, I am afraid. You spend more time in the hospital than you do at home. You spend more time asleep than awake. What if I am not prepared for the seemingly inevitable. I've tried and tried and tried to make peace of whatever fate that may live, but there is no peace to be made. I cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/109124624907212615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=109124624907212615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109124624907212615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/109124624907212615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/07/pen-to-paper.html' title='Pen to paper.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108967518373723984</id><published>2004-07-12T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:33:03.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't realize...</title><summary type='text'>that I've been away for so long... :) Anyhoo, I will be back soon. Thanks for the love and concern, and I will update everyone as soon as I have time.Ethel, I'm fine- JUST BUSY!!! I've been stopping by your spot- I'll leave a comment next time. CeeCee, I know I'm getting like you and we have A LOT to talk about;) and Nick I will tell you all about it! You really need to go see that, Spider Man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108967518373723984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108967518373723984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108967518373723984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108967518373723984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-didnt-realize.html' title='I didn&apos;t realize...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108819284536404873</id><published>2004-06-25T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:47:25.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking inside myself</title><summary type='text'>It’s a quiet, solemn Friday. It finally stopped raining, but the ground is still holding water. I must admit I do not like days like this. I’d rather it just rain, oppose to being dark and gray the whole day. It makes me tired and sleepy, and a bit agitated. This is my final full week with my students. This experience has been wonderful. After next Wednesday my vacation can finally begin. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108819284536404873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108819284536404873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108819284536404873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108819284536404873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/looking-inside-myself.html' title='looking inside myself'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108787145200361963</id><published>2004-06-21T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T21:30:52.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly...</title><summary type='text'>ive been too lazy to even think about posting... i do not feel like using all those rules that i teach everyday about grammar and such, so bare with me:)anyhoo, life has been good. i had a FAB wkend. i see that sig and both took advantage of the sale at v secrets- broke and all, i was there spending money that i did not have:)i got a strange text message today from 'bp'... i really do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108787145200361963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108787145200361963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108787145200361963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108787145200361963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/honestly.html' title='honestly...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108760180613356483</id><published>2004-06-18T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:36:46.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish...</title><summary type='text'>everyone a good weekend. i have been to lazy to post, but i have been reading my other blogging friends. anyhoo, have a safe and fun weekend!!! :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108760180613356483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108760180613356483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108760180613356483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108760180613356483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-wish.html' title='i wish...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108734615638491533</id><published>2004-06-15T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T19:39:28.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss..</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long day in the life of kh...Hmmm, where do I start. Ok, the good first. Monday, I had seven students to complete summer school. :D Now, my class is smaller, and out of that seven, four of them received diplomas. They were so excited and relieved and I was happy to play a small part in their achievement. I also played tennis yesterday, and that was a major stress reliever. I wish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108734615638491533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108734615638491533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108734615638491533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108734615638491533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='ignorance is bliss..'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108718042170010480</id><published>2004-06-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T21:37:59.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend </title><summary type='text'>I had a really good weekend. I vowed to myself that I am going to do something interesting every weekend and so far, so good. Friday night I met with my friend at the Ole Miss and we went to see Othello. It was great! The guy that played Iago did justice to the character. Shakespeare would have been proud. My friend hadn't read the play before, but she liked it and so I was happy that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108718042170010480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108718042170010480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108718042170010480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108718042170010480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/great-weekend.html' title='great weekend '/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108699413095045570</id><published>2004-06-11T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T17:56:14.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long week</title><summary type='text'>I've been a busy sista this week... Sooooo much has happened since Tuesday. Anyhoo, I had that "conversation" with my "friend." Hmmmm,I still do not know what to think about that one. My life is really changing. I feel that it's for the best, but I'll wait until the outcome. So many things are new to me right now and I guess I am just appreciating these times and taking it all in. Anyhoo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108699413095045570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108699413095045570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108699413095045570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108699413095045570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/long-week.html' title='long week'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108673908488820710</id><published>2004-06-08T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T18:58:04.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a problem</title><summary type='text'>I have a problem with high school students and illiteracy. I have a bigger problem when illiteracy goes unnoticed, and retention has not been introduced. If not retention, atleast an enrichment program to prohibit illiteracies growth. When did black teachers stop caring about black students? I know once upon a time, not long ago, a black family existed, where if one struggled we all struggled. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108673908488820710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108673908488820710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108673908488820710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108673908488820710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-problem.html' title='i have a problem'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108669271246893692</id><published>2004-06-08T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T20:01:41.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>make love, not war</title><summary type='text'>I stole this quiz from Timi. Anyhoo, I'm on my way to work! I'll post later! Oh, and be sure to check out Sway's I Got Questions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108669271246893692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108669271246893692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108669271246893692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108669271246893692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/make-love-not-war.html' title='make love, not war'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108640546206373332</id><published>2004-06-04T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T15:09:28.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder.Students.and Whit.</title><summary type='text'>Who would have thought...You know, you just never know. The kid and I were talking the other day and I was telling her about the girl that was murdered at Ole Miss. I told her that whoever raped and drowned her had to be very familiar with my hometown because of the place where he drowned her. So today, I was reading the paper and I read about the young ladies murderer and I read his name and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108640546206373332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108640546206373332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108640546206373332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108640546206373332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/murderstudentsand-whit.html' title='Murder.Students.and Whit.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108623085574674586</id><published>2004-06-02T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T21:47:35.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>I'm official. I taught my first class today :):):) It went well. The students complained mostly about my work load, but they soon got over the pouting once they realized that I didn't care. I over heard this comment all day- she cool man, but she serious about her work. I like that.SOOOO, I am off to a good start. Thanks God! This morning another instructor went over the rules for summer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108623085574674586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108623085574674586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108623085574674586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108623085574674586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108613920568264329</id><published>2004-06-01T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:50:49.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><summary type='text'>I've been too lazy to post. My friend reminded me that I needed to post an entry, so "I's hea". I really do not feel like recapping on what I've done the past few days, but mainly I've spent a lot of time with my little sister. We just finished our walk for the day and she's good company.So last night I talked with a "friend"- no not the EXCLUSIVE "friend" but another "friend." I think I need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108613920568264329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108613920568264329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108613920568264329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108613920568264329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/06/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108567586792203859</id><published>2004-05-27T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T11:37:47.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meetings, Jxn, and bible study.</title><summary type='text'>I've been going to meetings all week preparing for this teaching career that begins next week.I am getting ready to do lesson plans now... I cannot imagine how students can stay focused from 8- 4. Personally, I do not think I could do it. I've been taking all this great advice in about what to do and what not do when it comes to teaching, but I really think experience is the best teacher. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108567586792203859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108567586792203859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108567586792203859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108567586792203859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/meetings-jxn-and-bible-study.html' title='Meetings, Jxn, and bible study.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108539786033621069</id><published>2004-05-24T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T14:22:51.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything.</title><summary type='text'>It seems like every other minute I see this most depressing commercial "smoke away". I mean the guys voice sounds like he should work at a funeral home. *scary*Anyhoo, my cousin graduated from High School yesterday. I'm so proud of him, and he was so elated. It looked really good to see a star football player in the National Honor Society and so well- groomed. My grandmother did a great job. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108539786033621069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108539786033621069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108539786033621069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108539786033621069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108515380316651587</id><published>2004-05-21T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T10:36:43.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, Americans.</title><summary type='text'>Really, I was not going to comment on this, but I have been floored to say the least about the naiveness (I think I created a word but that's okay) of my fellow patriots. It makes me laugh to hear people voice concern and shock about the Abuse scandal that went on/ probably still going on in Iraq. Come on people, yeah, Americans are assholes too. Forty years was not that long ago, it was only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108515380316651587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108515380316651587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108515380316651587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108515380316651587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeah-americans.html' title='Yeah, Americans.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108499040885780751</id><published>2004-05-19T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T13:33:50.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I feel today.</title><summary type='text'>I awake to little feet walking into my room and peeking at me, saying "bye bye" with a huge smile, and I silently thank God because it feels good to be home.The little feet who creeps in my room and who peeps at me, with a huge smile, starts each day with such exuberance, peace, and love, she motivates me to do the same. Children are such blessings and she truly is.So, I've graduated from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108499040885780751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108499040885780751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108499040885780751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108499040885780751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-is-how-i-feel-today.html' title='This is how I feel today.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108467847508596913</id><published>2004-05-15T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:34:35.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you when you are right. love you when you are wrong...</title><summary type='text'>I am in my friends room and she is finally packing. My girl has soo much stuff in her room and I feel sorry for her. She reminds me of Ranada with all her stuff and how she would take little breaks in between packing. She took more breaks than actually working.Tomorrow is the big day and as the hours dwindle down I am really excited to be graduating. I have a lot of things to be proud of and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108467847508596913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108467847508596913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108467847508596913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108467847508596913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/love-you-when-you-are-right-love-you.html' title='Love you when you are right. love you when you are wrong...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108455223913924347</id><published>2004-05-14T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:30:39.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day...</title><summary type='text'>Rosalyn left me, and I did not get to go to the club. On to brighter things.I am sooo happy my friends are here and I get to see my sister Sunday. :D I am still mad at Rosalyn.She feels horrible.My friend called me last night, I did not answer the phone. I did not feel like being bothered and especially not by him. Maybe tonight after the concert, then again maybe not. Anyhoo, I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108455223913924347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108455223913924347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108455223913924347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108455223913924347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108415801355623447</id><published>2004-05-09T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:00:13.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm chilling...</title><summary type='text'>I've been home since Thursday and I've spent the majority of my time writing and talking with my mom. There is nothing special going on right now, but basically chilling. It feels great to have nothing to do, but this feeling is going to pass soon, so hopefully I can find another job soon. I really needed me time seriously and that's what this mini vacation has been. I am going back to school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108415801355623447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108415801355623447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108415801355623447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108415801355623447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-chilling.html' title='I&apos;m chilling...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108363597518432425</id><published>2004-05-03T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:03:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What’s been up?</title><summary type='text'>I have been busy trying to meet graduation requirements. Tomorrow, I have two exams, one a paper and one a test, and after that I am finished. The more graduation draws closer the more I am excited and a bit peeved as well… There are a millions of thoughts zooming through my head and I cannot wait until graduation is here and over. I am looking forward to this summer, I have big plans. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108363597518432425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108363597518432425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108363597518432425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108363597518432425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/05/whats-been-up.html' title='What’s been up?'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108315992352053983</id><published>2004-04-28T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:49:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder why not for love?</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been reflecting on decisions I’ve made lately, and the more I grow the more I find myself doing unexplainable things. It seems like naturally love would make you do a lot of things or could be a rational explanation that people would readily believe, but those factions does not hold true for me. I’m not interested in love or all those mushy stuff that comes along with it. I do not have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108315992352053983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108315992352053983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108315992352053983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108315992352053983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/wonder-why-not-for-love.html' title='Wonder why not for love?'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108299079783687656</id><published>2004-04-26T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T09:50:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The conversation…</title><summary type='text'>I had a deep conversation with my “friend” last night. I noticed some things about him that I did not think existed inside of him, but I see him differently now. It is not a good or a bad reflection; it is just one of those conversations that leave you in a serene mood. It is kinda like being in an atmosphere like Love Jones. So, it was one of those I-am-taking-it-all-in- conversations and just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108299079783687656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108299079783687656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108299079783687656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108299079783687656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/conversation.html' title='The conversation…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108295474495804222</id><published>2004-04-25T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:49:57.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to smile about...</title><summary type='text'>I talked with my "friend" tonight and I guess I am on Cloud 9, 7 or something. You know what I mean...I LIKE HIM. I am getting ready to go see him now, and I'm excited... So, I will update this tomorrow hopefully with great reviews!Holla!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108295474495804222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108295474495804222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108295474495804222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108295474495804222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something to smile about...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108293475004034105</id><published>2004-04-25T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:16:42.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh okay.</title><summary type='text'>First, for the good things… Pink and Green week was very nice. I loved the patio show!! I cannot wait until the Pan Hell step show because we get better and better and I do think that we will do well.So, I am pleased with Pink and Green week! I really think we did and exceptional job and on top of everything we displayed our originality and versatility. As far as the reunion, the luncheon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108293475004034105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108293475004034105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108293475004034105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108293475004034105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/oh-okay.html' title='Oh okay.'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108269551742304089</id><published>2004-04-22T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:49:25.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have love on my mind…</title><summary type='text'>Nah, not really it really just sounds really cute to say… Love, on the other hand, is the last thing that I am thinking of at least, right now at this very minute. I’ve decided to sit down and do a real post, which consists of actual thinking and not me rambling about P and G week. Though, let me say quickly that the pageant tonight was very exquisite, but I am sure that I am a little biased… Oh,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108269551742304089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108269551742304089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108269551742304089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108269551742304089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-love-on-my-mind.html' title='I have love on my mind…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108260341198011236</id><published>2004-04-21T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T22:14:18.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can U stand the REIGN?</title><summary type='text'>Pink and Green week is going exceptional. The Fashion tonight was extremely nice and it really portrayed the many faces, attitudes, personalities that my beloved sorority embodies. I can get use to this ocean of Pink and Green and the radiance that has been contained since Fall 99 represented that everlasting impression of nothing but emerald elegance. Let my chapter reintroduce itself. We’re </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108260341198011236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108260341198011236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108260341198011236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108260341198011236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/can-u-stand-reign.html' title='Can U stand the REIGN?'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108247537887018283</id><published>2004-04-20T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:40:23.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a pimp…</title><summary type='text'>Reading my friend’s blog this morning placed that song in my head, and I am sure it will be here the remainder of the day. I have so much on my mind… I had some weird dreams last night. I dreamed about this friend that I had for three years up until last semester. Since, our “falling out” we’ve had a lot of fall-outs. Why, I really cannot begin to explain. I do not know. Anyhoo, though we do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108247537887018283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108247537887018283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108247537887018283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108247537887018283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/feeling-like-pimp.html' title='Feeling like a pimp…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108205520875998826</id><published>2004-04-15T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T13:57:26.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing for the first time...</title><summary type='text'>I just left golf class and before I went I received an e-mail that disturbed me to say the least. I am very happy May 16th is right around the corner. No matter how much you look at a person when do you really see them? You know the way their face looks, their bodies make up, their style, but I’ve come realize those things are just means of covering up the actual person. It is good to see things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108205520875998826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108205520875998826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108205520875998826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108205520875998826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/seeing-for-first-time.html' title='Seeing for the first time...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108195370173032577</id><published>2004-04-14T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T21:42:40.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am truly passionate. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108195370173032577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108195370173032577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108195370173032577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108195370173032577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-truly-passionate.html' title=''/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108194735988721609</id><published>2004-04-14T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T07:59:56.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“I cheated on him with you… I didn’t cheat on you with him”</title><summary type='text'>That’s what I heard outside my door this morning, and I knew it was time for me start back blogging. The life of a senior, living in a fresh person resident hall, I could not conceive of any other way I would have liked to start my day.When I opened my door, I was almost taken over by laughter when I saw how peeved the young lady was… I’m thinking, child you are just a fresh person and you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108194735988721609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108194735988721609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108194735988721609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108194735988721609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-cheated-on-him-with-you-i-didnt.html' title='“I cheated on him with you… I didn’t cheat on you with him”'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108066138903538274</id><published>2004-03-30T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:05:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation...</title><summary type='text'>I am taking a vacation from my blog. I do not know when I will write again... Maybe soon, maybe later.Anyhoo, God Blessings to you!kh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108066138903538274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108066138903538274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108066138903538274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108066138903538274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108027653932043121</id><published>2004-03-25T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:54:16.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><summary type='text'>I am suppose to be at work, but we all know by now that I cannot sit on duty for six hours without leaving... I've tried, really.Anyhoo, I have a pretty good day. I was outside all day watching my ls's and our contractors work on our plot. I had on a skirt and I didn't that it was appropriate for me to work too hard- right? :D Anyhoo, I did bring the workers Powerades and complimented them on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108027653932043121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108027653932043121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108027653932043121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108027653932043121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108018626920485866</id><published>2004-03-24T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:52:54.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><summary type='text'>I've come to realize that I've lost complete trust and respect for someone. I was chatting with my brother today and he made a comment about someone we both know and he was only joking but I believed him without hesitation. I had to catch myself and then I realized that it had gotten that bad because I know in the past I would have known he was flat out lying, but I only thought when he told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108018626920485866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108018626920485866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108018626920485866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108018626920485866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-108001189658943971</id><published>2004-03-22T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:27:12.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better...</title><summary type='text'>I've had a long but good day. My first reader tore my senior paper up... I mean she has more comments than I have actual content. I really do not feel like being bothered with it at all, but I am happy that when I finish I will have a beautiful paper. My professor is trying to persuade me to get my masters in English in the fall. She can be a persistent one and that's what I like most about her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/108001189658943971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=108001189658943971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108001189658943971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/108001189658943971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107997079481055446</id><published>2004-03-22T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T09:56:39.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful weekend…</title><summary type='text'>Nothing special went on this weekend, but the weather was sooo lovely Saturday. It is quite cool today, so back to wearing a jacket…Anyhoo, my cold is getting worse, but one of my fresh person gave me so meds so hopefully I will feel better. Right now my head is killing me and the only thing I want to do is go back to bed. I realize now that I am not in the mood to type, so I may be back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107997079481055446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107997079481055446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107997079481055446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107997079481055446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/uneventful-weekend.html' title='Uneventful weekend…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107965565179187192</id><published>2004-03-18T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T18:24:29.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>When it finally gets warm I get extremely congested! That really sucks!!! I went through the whole winter without having a cold- the last one I had was in October and now when the weather is pleasant I have the scratchy throat! (Yes, I am pouting). I had a pretty good day to day. I spent the majority of my day with a few of my ls's. We went to get rocks for our plot and we had sooo much fun. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107965565179187192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107965565179187192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107965565179187192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107965565179187192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107962494331999072</id><published>2004-03-18T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T09:52:22.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when they dry...</title><summary type='text'>I feel much better today... I had a beautiful day yesterday, and today I woke up assured that everything is going to be okay. I think reading CeeCee's blog yesterday made me realize that I shouldn't put much thought in the past, but remember where I messed up and go on a live in this rented body. Life is indeed too short and I am going to make the best out of what I have... Yesterday, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107962494331999072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107962494331999072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107962494331999072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107962494331999072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/when-they-dry.html' title='when they dry...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107954140439259016</id><published>2004-03-17T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T10:40:02.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a river…</title><summary type='text'>I had a long night last night. It began with going to a meeting were things totally got out of a hand and then having a much needed discussion with someone which left me peeved, emotionally drained, and puffy eyed. I’ve never been one that could not control my emotions and my inner feelings of how I feel never escape my brain. I am very good with keeping things in and being cool about things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107954140439259016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107954140439259016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107954140439259016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107954140439259016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry me a river…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-1079450739631067</id><published>2004-03-16T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:30:17.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection Tuesday...</title><summary type='text'>First thing, I am at work and I am on time. I am not doing anything that I am suppose to be doing though, hence I'm typing in my blog! That is not a part of my job description. ;)We played a sorority vrs. Sorority basketball tourny last night... Despite what everyone assumed my sorority won!!!! Though it was not an easy task because the Zeta's were extremely tough, but we pulled it off! (will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/1079450739631067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=1079450739631067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/1079450739631067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/1079450739631067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/reflection-tuesday.html' title='Reflection Tuesday...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107938190699127715</id><published>2004-03-15T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:23:33.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a Poet! </title><summary type='text'>Reading Ash's blog made me take this... These things are addictive!You're a Poet! Your personality is actually determined by two personality sub-types - your primary, or dominant sub-type, and your secondary sub-type. You are a Poet which means you are a Thinker / Golden Your primary sub-type is defined by "Thinker" characteristics and your secondary sub-type is defined by "Golden" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107938190699127715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107938190699127715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107938190699127715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107938190699127715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/youre-poet.html' title='You&apos;re a Poet! '/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107936486748633905</id><published>2004-03-15T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:50:06.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So many thoughts... So little to say!</title><summary type='text'>I had a great break... I wish I would have typed daily because I am too lazy to post all that I did. It was the best and most tiring Spring Break that I've had though...When I finally made it back to town yesterday I talked with my two close friends and went to sleep around seven. Though, I vowed to rest over spring break, I did the total opposite- my sleeping habits actually got worse... :(I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107936486748633905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107936486748633905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107936486748633905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107936486748633905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-many-thoughts-so-little-to-say.html' title='So many thoughts... So little to say!'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107860266674913597</id><published>2004-03-06T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T13:54:09.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Window</title><summary type='text'>I had my interview yesterday and everything went exactly as expected. The Lord really comes through for me, and I am so grateful for that. It is amazing that He is always so good, so understanding, and so patient. My mama is so proud of me. She just does not know how God and she is the reason why I am who I am.  I only hope that I do God’s will and be a positive driving force for the future </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107860266674913597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107860266674913597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107860266674913597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107860266674913597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/open-window.html' title='Open Window'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107840994392439449</id><published>2004-03-04T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T08:22:04.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>I really do not have time to post, but I worked all night on my take home test. It was only 5 short questions and I finally finished with 8 pages. It was more than I thought. Their is a silver lining, it is the first time this semester that I stayed up until the early morning trying to get work done. So, that means I am doing much better with my horrible habit of procrastination.I have another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107840994392439449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107840994392439449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107840994392439449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107840994392439449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post_04.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107832930456091203</id><published>2004-03-03T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:58:02.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day...</title><summary type='text'>I have a lot of work to turn in today. I think mid- terms can be worse than finals at times, but at least I am almost done with school. That is my silver lining to everything now. I really do not have anything to blog about today, life is pretty good right now and this nice weather really brings the best out of everyone. So, a week later, I decided to give up something for Lent. I think viewing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107832930456091203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107832930456091203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107832930456091203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107832930456091203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107825937100237282</id><published>2004-03-02T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:32:28.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my head is throbbing...</title><summary type='text'>I just finished taking the Praxis like 30 minutes ago and my head is killing me. I did not find it to be too difficult, just extremely lengthy. I have a very short attention span so I had to constantly remind myself to concentrate and stop day dreaming... Anyhoo, I had a interesting morning to say the least.First: I broke the little sign in thingie... (TOTALLY EMBARRASSED) I really do not know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107825937100237282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107825937100237282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107825937100237282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107825937100237282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/my-head-is-throbbing.html' title='my head is throbbing...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107815654042073612</id><published>2004-03-01T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:52:05.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7:44 class @ 8:00...</title><summary type='text'>The title is pretty much self explanatory... My alarm didn't go off this morning, but my internal alarm went off before 7:44, but I said, well I will sleep more because my alarm has not gone off yet. I woke up again. I almost did the same thing and looked out of the window and said, "goodness the sun is mighty bright"... So, I looked at my phone and freaked!!! I did everything that I normally do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107815654042073612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107815654042073612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107815654042073612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107815654042073612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/03/744-class-800.html' title='7:44 class @ 8:00...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107810278329208275</id><published>2004-02-29T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:02:37.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living and learning…</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of making revisions to my senior paper, my bro logged on and we began to chat. I wish I could save him from a lot of things, but I know there are certain things that he has to live through. Those things will make him into a man, but I just hope more than anything that he appreciates the hard times and the disappointment and grow from them, oppose to creating another sorry black man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107810278329208275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107810278329208275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107810278329208275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107810278329208275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/living-and-learning.html' title='Living and learning…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107799101660015245</id><published>2004-02-28T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T11:59:49.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger Hope...</title><summary type='text'>I went to a beautiful service last night at Stronger Hope baptist church... My ls and I went and we really had a beautiful time!! Rev. J. Morton from New Beginnings in Atlanta, Ga (dejoi u should check him out) was the guest speaker and he did an extremely good job with getting people off their feet and just putting everyone in a peaceful and spiritual mood! It was a blessful Friday night. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107799101660015245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107799101660015245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107799101660015245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107799101660015245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/stronger-hope.html' title='Stronger Hope...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107789608696797653</id><published>2004-02-27T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T09:39:20.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a start...</title><summary type='text'>For the last two days I have been running behind schedule... Now, this is out of my norm, because I am a morning person, so getting up early and being ready for class is not a problem. This morning on the other hand, I couldn't get up. So, when my body finally stopped arguring with my brain I got up and then I slowed around and almost missed my quiz this morning... I did well on my quiz! Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107789608696797653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107789608696797653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107789608696797653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107789608696797653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-start.html' title='What a start...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107780714632798963</id><published>2004-02-26T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T09:13:04.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Running around!</title><summary type='text'>I was too busy to post yesterday, but nothing significant happened. It is Delta week here so the campus has been pretty busy. I did not go to the pageant last night because I was on RA duty (trying to do right ;) ), but I heard it was nice. The night before, they did a Art gallery and it was cool. I enjoyed myself. Though the rain can be a damper they are holding it down and they are doing a good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107780714632798963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107780714632798963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107780714632798963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107780714632798963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/running-around.html' title='Running around!'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107763870846432293</id><published>2004-02-24T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:57:21.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be your Super Man…</title><summary type='text'>I once loved someone so much that I wanted every man I met to be just like him. I once loved someone so much that I just knew that he embodied super human powers and he could do everything and never fail at anything. Though those expectations aren’t fair to give to anyone, but my eyes were blinded by my love and though it wasn’t fair that is what I expected. That is what my eyes saw, maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107763870846432293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107763870846432293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107763870846432293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107763870846432293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-can-be-your-super-man.html' title='I can be your Super Man…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107758210679711797</id><published>2004-02-23T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:24:33.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving the skin that I am in…</title><summary type='text'>It’s one of those days. I haven’t totally shaken that funk that I was in last night, but today it wasn’t that I did not want to be bothered, I’ve just been in my own little world. People really do a good job of disappointing me; but I am sure I disappoint people at times too. It just seems like lately I’ve been introduced to more reasons why graduation cannot come in a sufficient amount time. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107758210679711797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107758210679711797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107758210679711797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107758210679711797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/loving-skin-that-i-am-in.html' title='Loving the skin that I am in…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107754970772097811</id><published>2004-02-23T09:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:24:34.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I had a pretty good weekend. I didn't do any work though, and that's the reason why I will be in the library all day. I cannot find my disk with my senior paper on it. It can only be in two places though, so I will check today. If I cannot find it, there is still no reason to worry. I have to be done by this week and I will be. :)Oh, by the way, I am not fired. Did I get a lecture? YES, but she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107754970772097811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107754970772097811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107754970772097811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107754970772097811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107739198200772371</id><published>2004-02-21T13:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:59:27.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Saturday…</title><summary type='text'>Okay, first, yesterday… I had a long but real cool day. My professor asked me to teach his class next week. Now, I am flattered and everything, but I do not feel that I am on that level to be teaching class. I am pleased that he’s placed me on that level, but I don’t know about all of that. In class he thinks I should know everything, typically I do, but that is beside the point… I guess I do not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107739198200772371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107739198200772371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107739198200772371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107739198200772371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/beautiful-saturday.html' title='Beautiful Saturday…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107729077968579041</id><published>2004-02-20T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T10:47:15.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only me...</title><summary type='text'>I've realized that certain things only happen to me... Last night, I went to Miss Black and Gold pageant... I had an okay time. Somewhat disappointed because I felt that the frats could have done better. The lay out was beautiful, and I could tell that it actually had potential to be awesome, but anyhoo... While I was out socializing and being entertained by gifted TC women, I was suppose to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107729077968579041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107729077968579041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107729077968579041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107729077968579041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/only-me.html' title='Only me...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107722108044701802</id><published>2004-02-19T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:08:05.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I am sleepy</title><summary type='text'>I had to talk about my day thus far. You never know why things happen or why God put two people together. Like V, she is such a sweet, encouraging, and genuine person. I am happy that I met her. She helped me at a time when I didn't know what I would do about personal things, and I really think that she was the only person that could help- other than God. Anyhoo, I took one of my fresh persons to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107722108044701802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107722108044701802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107722108044701802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107722108044701802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/okay-i-am-sleepy.html' title='Okay I am sleepy'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107720666003622452</id><published>2004-02-19T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T10:07:01.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In my own little world...</title><summary type='text'>"I like it like that... you know how to act... slow motion baby... slow motion baby..."Okay, why is that in my head first thing in the morning? I just learned this song at the party Friday night (my girls laughed at me because I hadn't heard it before). I haven't heard it since, and I really don't think I liked it all that much, but it's playing in my head nonestop... I catch myself during the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107720666003622452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107720666003622452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107720666003622452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107720666003622452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/in-my-own-little-world.html' title='In my own little world...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107716438391793799</id><published>2004-02-18T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:26:01.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is kinda cute...</title><summary type='text'>A - Age: [22]B - Best Friend(s): Yolanda and Keloise/ sister(s) dejoi, hopey, and ashC - Choice of Meat: [Chicken]D - Dream Date: [One were I do not have to put a face on someone's elses body]E - Exciting Adventure: [traveling to a new country with Dejoi]F - Favorite Food: [ummm Pizza? I guess?G - Greatest Accomplishment: [producing my first play]H - Happiest Day of Your Life: [too many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107716438391793799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107716438391793799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107716438391793799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107716438391793799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/this-is-kinda-cute.html' title='This is kinda cute...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107715115238713596</id><published>2004-02-18T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T18:47:58.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lynchings</title><summary type='text'>I really do not know where the entry is going to lead me...I had a blessed day... I saw my children briefly. Myles has grown soo much! He said is it is because on April 23 he will be 8. I told him I agree. :)  I went to Jstate today to see the pieces that they have lynchings. It was really sad... I think what bothered me the most was when I looked at the children in the photos the were smiling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107715115238713596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107715115238713596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107715115238713596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107715115238713596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/lynchings.html' title='lynchings'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107706975702096695</id><published>2004-02-17T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:05:16.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise I wasn't being nosey! :)</title><summary type='text'>Now, first and foremost I wasn’t being nosey… The conversation was drifting in the air, and it ran into my ear- really! Okay, let me tell you the story… I was in the computer lab, minding my own business, and this girl walks in… Okay the conversation went like this…Out of state chic: Hey “” are you taking English this semester… (Normal question right?)Weird boy that I was afraid of last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107706975702096695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107706975702096695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107706975702096695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107706975702096695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-promise-i-wasnt-being-nosey.html' title='I promise I wasn&apos;t being nosey! :)'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107699315431332794</id><published>2004-02-16T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:48:31.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain’t no party like a lemon squeeze party cause the lemon squeeze party don’t stop</title><summary type='text'>So, we had a lemon squeeze tonight. It was funny and very entertaining. I love my girls and I am going to really miss them. One very funny thing was, and I wanted to hurt Ashley with her big mouth, but one of my girls said that she couldn’t do something… Goodness, I burst out laughing in a middle of a sentence. That will go in the Pearly Gates, Ash, and Keysha's memory forever.There is nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107699315431332794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107699315431332794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107699315431332794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107699315431332794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/aint-no-party-like-lemon-squeeze-party.html' title='Ain’t no party like a lemon squeeze party cause the lemon squeeze party don’t stop'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107681278764315637</id><published>2004-02-14T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T21:07:08.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy love day…</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been asleep the majority of the day… Now, I am at home entertaining Whit.The party went well to me. I was happy to see my ls’s enjoying themselves. They really seemed to have had a very nice time ;). Though we were in competition with three other parties, we had a very good turn out. I am happy that it is over though because it is time to buckle down and finish my senior paper. The only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107681278764315637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107681278764315637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107681278764315637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107681278764315637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/happy-love-day.html' title='Happy love day…'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107668698655854180</id><published>2004-02-13T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T09:45:38.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur more than a dime, ur a nickel</title><summary type='text'>Now let me tell you about the conversation that I had yesterday at dinner...So, I was sitting with my two friends yesterday, A and K. I always smile when I see them together in dinner, because I know that I will always enjoy the conversation and be entertained my endless laughter. I love em'. Anyway... So, Mr. Neosoul comes to the table... (I hate when guys come to the table and just sit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107668698655854180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107668698655854180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107668698655854180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107668698655854180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/ur-more-than-dime-ur-nickel.html' title='Ur more than a dime, ur a nickel'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107662211501251253</id><published>2004-02-12T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T07:54:36.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(posted yesterday)I tried the relaxation thing. It didn't work. Last night, when I was supposed to be having fun with friends, while that chattered and ate, I silently wrote everything that I had to do today on a napkin. Then I sent out text message to see did everyone do what they were suppose to do, and to inform them on things that I needed them to do today. I caught myself and then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107662211501251253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107662211501251253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107662211501251253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107662211501251253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/posted-yesterday-i-tried-relaxation.html' title=''/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107654143891604503</id><published>2004-02-11T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:19:49.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to relax...</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to my friends today and we discussed the party, they have high hopes and see great things happening Friday night... Me on the other hand, I take every thing in and I am skeptical, too analytical, and I guess in a lot of ways I am not as optimistic as them. I am not pestimistic either, but I'm very real. I try to see things in truth and not in pleasure... I am learning to relax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107654143891604503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107654143891604503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107654143891604503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107654143891604503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/learning-to-relax.html' title='Learning to relax...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107651484074850817</id><published>2004-02-11T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T09:56:30.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to smile about...</title><summary type='text'>The smallest things in the world truly makes things worthwhile. RDR just said, "ah no no no no" and it put me in the best mood. I love my friends.I'll be back later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107651484074850817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107651484074850817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107651484074850817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107651484074850817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/things-to-smile-about.html' title='Things to smile about...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107648019016914841</id><published>2004-02-11T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:18:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of life...</title><summary type='text'>I sit and wonder sometimes the reason for our being, and I try my hardest to rationalize the significance of self worth. I have learned that life is an hour glass, sprinkling one trial and tribulation after the other. Once we are at the point where we cannot bear anymore, life picks us up, but only guaranteeing we start over, continuing the tangling of the web that we started, yet we are still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107648019016914841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107648019016914841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107648019016914841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107648019016914841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/sands-of-life.html' title='Sands of life...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107643415977005461</id><published>2004-02-10T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T11:47:43.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember way back when...</title><summary type='text'>Now that title doesn't have anything to do with anything... My friends blog made that song pop up in my head. I am sure it will be here all day.I was a hard working sista yesterday, on the G (as Ros would say). I really think I lost some weight. GOOD NEWS, we're having the party. We paid the deposit. The flyers got done last night. They were copied at 8 this morning. By the way, they are tight!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107643415977005461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107643415977005461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107643415977005461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107643415977005461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-remember-way-back-when.html' title='I remember way back when...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107633995411706612</id><published>2004-02-09T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T09:23:18.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week</title><summary type='text'>I started my day pretty early this morning- I think a little before 6. I feel replenished, but it's one of those days when I have a lot of my mind and a lot of things to do. I am really, really worried about this party. Something has to give today, if not, I really hate to face my ls's and advisor on Sunday. I missed my RA meeting last night. I really didn't care either. I know we were only going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107633995411706612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107633995411706612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107633995411706612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107633995411706612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/new-week.html' title='A new week'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107628804433158139</id><published>2004-02-08T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T07:46:47.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend...</title><summary type='text'>I had a good, but long weekend. I am really worn out. I am suppose to go to the movies tonight, but I think I will fall asleep. I have a lot of reading to do anyway. I am so tired- mentally and physically. I did see JJ. He is still as beauitful as I remember. He seems different though, but I've been thinking, I really think it's me that has changed. The lens of a 18 year old, is much different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107628804433158139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107628804433158139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107628804433158139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107628804433158139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107608093613425728</id><published>2004-02-06T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:24:39.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of Life</title><summary type='text'>I had a very nice time last night. The rain passed long enough so our program could be a success- it was. I say it often, but we are awesome. We walk in the footsteps of awesome women, so I am not surprised by the outcome of our hardwork.  Everything was just so lovely, from the decorations, to the waitresses (so cute) and to the poets (so special). I know it is not good to toot your own horn, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107608093613425728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107608093613425728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107608093613425728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107608093613425728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/beauty-of-life.html' title='Beauty of Life'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107601703473774340</id><published>2004-02-05T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:39:36.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>Herpes:: "wrap it up" Freddy:: TeddyOctober:: 23/prettyHunting:: deer/daddyMSN:: mail36:: knockin on 40Hotel:: motel, holiday innTravesty:: warHealth:: IssuesConditions::africa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107601703473774340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107601703473774340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107601703473774340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107601703473774340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107601434654592917</id><published>2004-02-05T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T15:20:02.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><summary type='text'>Golf class was everything that I expected- boring! I do not think the rain helped either. When I walked in class Mr. Vain said, good morning my favorite student... I swear my stomached moved. I do not know what it is, but my professors always take a liking to me. I'm not a brown nosier either. I like all my professors, except him and I do not think this is going to change. He is too vindictive. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107601434654592917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107601434654592917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107601434654592917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107601434654592917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6052445.post-107599739077106687</id><published>2004-02-05T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T10:12:12.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, rain, go away!</title><summary type='text'>I look horrid today- really. I have on a baseball cap, a sweatshirt, and tennis shoes... It is raining so hard, and it's suppose to do this all day. I cannot find my umbrella, doesn't that suck.? Poor me. Oh well, the rain like everything else that I do not want is needed... So, I am going to make the best out of this rainy, rainy, day. I have a golf class to go to in a little bit, and I really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/feeds/107599739077106687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6052445&amp;postID=107599739077106687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107599739077106687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6052445/posts/default/107599739077106687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://khallmon.blogspot.com/2004/02/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, rain, go away!'/><author><name>kh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00506637511559901987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/193/944/320/5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
