<?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-7683354</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:23:34.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHaLLOW x HEaRT</title><subtitle type='html'>my life, and weirdness, rolled up in one...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-111094632335860690</id><published>2005-03-15T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:12:03.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // let's go; shawn desman&lt;br /&gt;mood // tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SKIN. finally, eh? I PROMISED i'd make a new skin, and i did. i'm so proud of myself. this is actually the third version of the skin. i had one that was blue and green and white, then this dark blue/purplish colour and white, but they were ugly. so finally i made a black and pink one, and i'm actually happy with it. the tables are a little screwed, and i don't know how to fix them, but that's ok. the rest of the skin is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onto more important stuff. uhmm...yeah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i closed down anna.ka-boink.net (even though it hadn't even opened) because i honestly &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; the hosting site thing. ka-boink? no thanks. i've applied for hosting somewhere else, but i haven't got a response...yasmina's applying places too. her mother said she would buy her a DOMAIN and hosting or whatever and you know what she said? NO THANKS. *cough*fizzleyousuckass*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since it was revealed that i know HTML and how to FTP or whatever in my house, my dad has gone psycho. he's giving me all these CDs that are like photoshop tutorials, and other shiz like that, and i'm like, "sure dad, i'll look at it later". i think he believed that i'd eventually get to it for like, a week, but finally he was just like, "if you're not going to look at the CDs just give them back." he's a little pissed i think. it's alright though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghahahahaha. today, while kathy was playing the sims on my computer (because she can't install it on hers for some reason) she was wearing the hat she got brendon, and i was like "can i try it on?" so i did, and it looked really weird on me, so i was all "OMFG I WANNA TAKE PICTURES" so i went on her computer and took some with her webcam. i'll put them up here later when she sends them to me xD ahahah. i took a picture that had me looking stoned in it, and another one that i was holding up a phone and smiling weirdly (i was talking to kristina on the phone at the time). i also took a picture of my shirt (which like 2 other people have that i know of, but i still like it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy that it's march break, because if it wasn't i would have never gotten around to doing my skin. it's such a relief that i FINALLY did it, and i don't think i'll get annoyed with it too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it's screwed up because you don't have a 1024x768 screen, then go get a better computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i also got the comment thing up again, so if you love me (or even if you don't) go comment xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-111094632335860690?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111094632335860690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=111094632335860690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/111094632335860690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/111094632335860690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-lets-go-shawn-desman-mood-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-111058331123093520</id><published>2005-03-11T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T18:25:24.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // changes - 2pac&lt;br /&gt;mood // pleased &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i suck deformed monkey ass. it's been *almost* a MONTH since i've blogged. go me, right? no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest reason i haven't been blogging, is because i'm lazy. and i GOT PHOTOSHOP! NO MORE MS PAINT! finally xD i've been playing with my photoshop and making stuff for yasmina so i really haven't had time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because my mom knows the adress of this blog. i'm so paranoid about blogging now..my MOM has read all the crap i've written here and so has my SISTER and when i thought it was safe, my mom just happens to mention something about this blog to my dear FATHER and he goes and starts asking me about it. and it's really getting on my nerves. i don't want anyone i really KNOW reading this (except for yasmina that is). i mean..my internet life, is completely different from my home life and my school life. i don't really talk about blogs and webdesign and stuff like that at home or at school, just like i don't talk about school at home..i'd like to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my photoshop. now that i have it, i can so totally make myself a skin! i am SO SICK of this skin it's crazy. i HATE looking at it. it annoys me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just spent the whole day making &lt;a href="http://www.emotionally-impaired.blogspot.com"&gt;yasmina&lt;/a&gt; a blogskin so i'm probably going to do it tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now go check out yasmina's new &lt;i&gt;hot&lt;/i&gt; skin. and you know how i know it's hot? because i made it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-111058331123093520?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111058331123093520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=111058331123093520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/111058331123093520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/111058331123093520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/music-changes-2pac-mood-pleased-oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110883859730128714</id><published>2005-02-19T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T13:43:17.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music // just missed the train - kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;mood // hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to take a shower. and a piss for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that sounds...crude. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph's coming over today sometime. i have to phone her to find out when though. so yeah. it should be soon thought because my 'family' and i are going 'skating'. ew. skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have nothing to blog about. my life is so uninteresting it's unfunny. erm. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all confused though. for reasons which shall not be revealed -shifty eyes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110883859730128714?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110883859730128714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110883859730128714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110883859730128714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110883859730128714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-just-missed-train-kelly-clarkson.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110842749094393311</id><published>2005-02-14T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:31:30.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // some song by samantha mumba&lt;br /&gt;mood // ew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. i'm blogging. WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is anna and i haven't blogged for... a few days. i've lost count. THE HORROR. sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buses were canceled today, which means i had an excuse not to go to school. -cheer- woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i spent most of the day reading, and eating. and i was watching TV a little earlier but we must not speak of that time. except for this really stupid thing kathy said. i came down to watch TV at like 4:30 and then she and mom left for some thing until like 6:30 and she comes in the house, sees me watching TV and goes something like "god, you've been watching TV for like forever. like 4 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was all .. o__0 .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really sort of stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110842749094393311?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110842749094393311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110842749094393311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110842749094393311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110842749094393311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-some-song-by-samantha-mumba-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110808446430739549</id><published>2005-02-10T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:14:24.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // leave (get out) - jojo&lt;br /&gt;mood // hmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. i haven't blogged in ages. i've been working on my site...it's anna.ka-boink.net but there's like nothing on it (just in case anyone was wondering xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even sure i want to have a site. i mean, i don't even have PSP or photoshop or whatever. just paint. PAINT. okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS PAINT. how much more sucky can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. nothing much happened. there's a project. then some other shiz. then some more. fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. no one taggggeeeeddd. bitches xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm joking. i love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110808446430739549?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110808446430739549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110808446430739549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110808446430739549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110808446430739549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-leave-get-out-jojo-mood-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110773529760286899</id><published>2005-02-06T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T19:14:57.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF YOU ARE MY MOTHER PLEASE LEAVE THIS BLOG RIGHT NOW AND PLEASE NEVER COME BACK =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;music // nothing&lt;br /&gt;mood // lazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i got hosted which means i am going to have an ACTUAL website. cool no? =D if you want to know the adress just leave a tag and i'll email you or tag on your tagboard or something xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. stuff happened. school. sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAH. i FINALLY got to watch napolean dynamite! that's like the stupidest movie ever. but it's so fricken hilarious. me and kristina were quoting it like the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. hahah XD i feel so special. for some odd reasons. MAN. i have so much work to do it's crazy. like 3 projects, some other crap, some more crap and some gay interview i'm supposed to do. ughhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag me and make my day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll put the comment thing back up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110773529760286899?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110773529760286899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110773529760286899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110773529760286899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110773529760286899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-you-are-my-mother-please-leave-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110746604004294927</id><published>2005-02-03T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T16:30:12.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;music // obsession - frankie j &amp; baby bash&lt;br /&gt;mood // happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. it's my birthday today. i feel so special. i got...120 birthday beats, and one kick from brandon (to grow a dick. haha brandon. that's HILARIOUS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i had fun today. on the bus in the afternoon steph was being crazy and hyper (as usual) and she decided we needed a bus 5 song/cheer type thing. so she and natalie were like GO BUS 5! GO BUS 5! to the ninja turtle theme song xP hahha. i was laughing so hard and i KNEW my face was so red and everyone was looking at the back (where we were sitting). and OMG..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kristina also had a fun time today. lots of conversations about feces (sp?) and drugs. and other stuff. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily i don't have TOO MUCH homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way. I HAVE MY COMPUTER BACK xDDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110746604004294927?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110746604004294927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110746604004294927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110746604004294927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110746604004294927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-obsession-frankie-j-baby-bash.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110705553883851520</id><published>2005-01-29T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:25:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // dip it low - christina milian&lt;br /&gt;mood // cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am just filled with happiness and love for my father. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't like him. at all. i know that might sound me and all coming from his DAUGHTER but seriously, he's not cool. just because i can be mildly (*cough*) sarcastic while dealing with my family, doesn't give him any right to basically forbid me to go on the computer/watch tv. it's sort of like being grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except i guess he doesn't realize my mom has a laptop i can use (she let me) and also a sister who goes out a lot (and also has a computer). so it's sort of ok. it feels weird to be blogging on someone else's computer though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i was on the phone with kristina, and we were talking about what movie we should go see for my birthday. and on the topic of birthdays, i must say, that patrick's birthday is on the same day. huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to make him feel bad. but not too bad. and i KNOW that's really immature and all, but REALLY...he's more immature then me and all my friends COMBINED, so it doesn't really matter. anyway...me and kristina got some pretty awesome ideas on how to make him feel bad (for what he did, mostly) but not TOO bad since it is his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were considering giving him a card that clearly states "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOOKER!" and yeah, it's stupid and like i mentioned before, immature, but it does describe him. sort of. not really. it'd be funny though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm just typing for the sake of typing. my fingers are cold =( stupid antarctic temperature of my basement. i should put some gloves on or something. that'd be the SMART and SENSIBLE thing to do, but when have i ever been any of those things? and anyway, my gloves are all the way up a WHOLE staircase and that would just get me tired =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to the washroom too :( but it's so farrrrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'll go do that then. the washroom i mean. but i won't get into any details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110705553883851520?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110705553883851520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110705553883851520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110705553883851520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110705553883851520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-dip-it-low-christina-milian-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110695681640144298</id><published>2005-01-28T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T19:08:31.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;music // mr brightside - the killers&lt;br /&gt;mood // happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was super. i guess. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm and sarah and kristina and blake and piotr were all sort of hanging out near mr. d's old class, and yeah. And we saw piotr's and patrick's art (kristina found it and it had their names written in really big letters on the back) and it was funny because we were like OK RIP IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blake was like holding it for me to do like a kung-fu chop type thing and i seriously TRIED but failed. so when i did my chop the paper flew out of blake's hand and I was like SCREW IT so everyone was like trying to rip it and we threw the pieces everywhere...and it just felt ... i dunno.. refreshing. haha. it was piotr who first suggested that i have the honours of ripping first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sad at ALL anymore. i'm not pissed off. i'm OVER IT. almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110695681640144298?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110695681640144298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110695681640144298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110695681640144298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110695681640144298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-mr-brightside-killers-mood-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110684131211816826</id><published>2005-01-27T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T10:55:12.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>music // i'm not okay ; my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;mood //  melancholy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hum. changed the skin. i like it. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not at school right now. obviously. because it's not even 11:00 AM and i'm blogging. that'd be fine if it was saturday or some but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be reading my old blogs very often anymore. they're to happy for me and i don't want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and him broke up. it's fine i guess. i can't exactly say who broke up with who because i'm not really sure. he might know, but i'm not gonna ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to listen to love songs anymore. they sicken me for some reason. you could probably guess the reason though.  i just don't want anyone thinking that i didn't go to school because i'm so 'heartbroken' or whatever. because i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sort of annoyed though. there are like no other guys. but that's okay, because i sort of get what kristina was saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of need to talk to her now. but i can't because she's not allowed on the phone on weekdays. i can try though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110684131211816826?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110684131211816826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110684131211816826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110684131211816826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110684131211816826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-im-not-okay-my-chemical-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110643483427462115</id><published>2005-01-22T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T18:05:16.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;music - All That I've Got // The Used&lt;br /&gt;mood - Lazy // x)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Now comment bitches xD &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110643483427462115?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110643483427462115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110643483427462115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110643483427462115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110643483427462115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/music-all-that-ive-got-used-mood-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110610408388285638</id><published>2005-01-18T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:08:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm ok. It's all good. I'm calm. Yes. Calm. Yes. And breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMORRRRRR (NO ES AMOR) .. if this ain't love..&lt;br /&gt;then what am i feeling? what am i doing wrong?&lt;br /&gt;its just an illusion that i have in my heartt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I luff that song. It's my new obsession *snort* I make corny jokes. But that joke will only be..er..gotten by me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sarah and me were all talking and stuff today and she goes, " Patrick said that he was going over to your house tonight?" And I was like..Umm..Ok? He doesn't know where I live at all or anything. He just knows which bus stop I get off at but that's about it..:/ And then Sarah goes, "He said he loves you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like - :|. Yeah. Yeah. So I forced the whole story out of Sarah and APPARENTLY, today they were talking and I don't know how I came into all of this but, what happened was Patrick said that he was going to my house, and Sarah was all : "What? Why?" cause she knows that he doesn't know where I live or whatever, and then Patrick goes, "Because I love her." and Sarah was like all, woah, and she says for him to say it again, and he says it again, and she told me all this and I was like "OMG." Cause it's sorta freaky, but cute at the same time...and...well me and Sarah (Sarah only actually) is going to ask him about it tommorow. You know, go like, " So did you go to Anna's house yesterday?" (i'm not supposed to know this though so here I'm supposed to go like, "What? Huh?" and we'll see what he does. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110610408388285638?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110610408388285638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110610408388285638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110610408388285638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110610408388285638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-shiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110592805937054911</id><published>2005-01-16T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T21:14:19.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So he did call. Which was pretty cool. Like an hour ago. And we talked for like an hour. And then he had to go. Which sorta sucks because I'm allowed to talk on the phone/be on the comp till 10 on weekdays. Just cause that's when my "bedtime"(psshh) is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't think he's gonna dumpp mee =) That's good no? I have my reasons which are too hard to explain because I don't want to type a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHO SARAH ALMOST LIKES!!!!!! HAHAHA SARAH I GOT IT OUT OF YoU!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! AND I WAS SO RIGHT WHEN I WAS GUESSING. DON'T DENY IT!! HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay =) I'm so happy right now for so many diffrent reasons. I can't wait to go to schooooolll.. Lallalallalalalallalalalalaaaaaaaaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. I don't know why but YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YYAYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYYA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new jacket! NO MORE GAY BLUE AND ORANGE long UGLY JACKET! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110592805937054911?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110592805937054911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110592805937054911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110592805937054911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110592805937054911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-he-did-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110589994081878497</id><published>2005-01-16T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:25:40.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you know. I was just looking up lyrics for songs and all that, just surfing through websites and then guess who comes on. Patrick. So I'm like, woah, its you and I just remembered it's like a 1 month anniversary or something today. Anniversary sounds to old though, but I really don't know another word for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's..odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of didn't expect to make it this long (ish) so I'm sort of happy. But I DID hear what happened on Friday..ugh..stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't talk much cause he had to go, BUT what surprised me a lot was that he said he'd call me. And I haven't called him..he like never calls me unless he's calling me back. It's just like that. I wish it wasn't. I don't like asking for him when his dad picks up. That's one of the reasons I like being the only one who really bothers to pick up me and Kathy's line. It can ring for the longest time, and no one but me will pick it up, even if the phone is right next to them. So if anyone phones ME, I can pretty much guarantee that I'LL be the one picking it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110589994081878497?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110589994081878497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110589994081878497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110589994081878497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110589994081878497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110575486957218261</id><published>2005-01-14T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:07:49.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I -think- to much. I over-analyze stuff, and I confuse myself so much I'm starting to think I should give up on thinking. I day-dream too. Almost all the time. Most of them time, I'm wishing I was somewhere else, doing something diffrent, with other people. But not all of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized this. I feel weird now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110575486957218261?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110575486957218261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110575486957218261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110575486957218261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110575486957218261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-know-what-i-think-to-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110575392487214726</id><published>2005-01-14T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:53:26.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.venomized-kiss.blogspot.com"&gt;Yasmina's&lt;/a&gt; latest blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading it, and was like -woah-. That's so true. I guess I sort of can relate..just a little bit. I mean, I don't &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; have a crush on Patrick..it's like more, but I can't say it's LOVE. I mean saying you are IN LOVE with someone, is a big thing. At least to me. I wouldn't want to say it, unless I -really- mean it. And I mean -really-. It's totally weird with him though..On Monday, he was being weird and saying 'I love you' and stuff but in a funny sort of way, and I didn't really know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH. Why can't it be SIMPLER? I didn't say it back because a) I'm REALLY shy and there were tons of people around and b) because i'm not IN LOVE with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big difference between loving someone/something and being in love with someone. I mean, I can say that I love my friends, but I'm not in love with them. I can say that I love something about someone, but I'm not IN LOVE with that certain thing. It's confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm writing about this. Probably because I have nothing better to do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BY THE WAY..&lt;/b&gt; new skin! Awesome no? I like this one because it's so simple =) And the colours are sort of pretty. Ish. I also got a new blog adress/name thing. I didn't like melodramatic. Intoxxicated. Hmm. It's diffrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110575392487214726?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110575392487214726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110575392487214726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110575392487214726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110575392487214726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/check-out-yasminas-latest-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110574575529191909</id><published>2005-01-14T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:35:55.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ew. My skin is so ugly. It's should be taken off my blog, and deleted. FOREVERRRRR. I don't care if other people like it. It's UGLY. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to look at every skin on blogskins, just because. Well. Not really. I really need a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110574575529191909?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110574575529191909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110574575529191909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110574575529191909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110574575529191909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/ew.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110556504947895995</id><published>2005-01-12T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T16:24:09.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BLOGGGGIINNNGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it's cool. You know it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Yucky day today. Very rainy. I think I went crazy from being inside the whole time. Very crazy. And very wacky. I suggested that Shannon should do Blakes hair (his is like as long as Sarah's xP) and she did. He looked like whatsherface from Whoville or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting annoyed with this skin. REALLY ANNOYED. REALLY REALLY REALLY annoyed. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change it. Y'know. Make it pretty and all that. But it will take to longgg. And then I'll have to -GASP- CHANGE THE COLOURS OF THE TAGBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd that takes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy today. And yesterday was fun too. Sarah came over to watch a movie (we didn't get to finish it) and we were being weird and I kept doing my retarded wink and this was all going on while we were talking to Patters and Pooter on the phone. The fun never ends when we're together. Sort of. We get mad at each other a lot. SHE'S A MOLESTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOS THE MOLESTER NOW YASMINA? HUH? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I have stuck in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comment bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110556504947895995?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110556504947895995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110556504947895995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110556504947895995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110556504947895995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-bloggggiinnngg-isnt-that-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110504956602886916</id><published>2005-01-06T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:42:49.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;[edit]i took away the pictures because, because of them there's a horizontal scroll bar and it's annoying me[/edit]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ RESULTS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" border="0" alt="You're Perfect ^^"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which&lt;br&gt;means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're&lt;br&gt;the kind of chick that can hang out with your&lt;br&gt;boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't&lt;br&gt;care about presents or about going to fancy&lt;br&gt;placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy&lt;br&gt;being around your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Wow. Well I guess this is...good? I don't think I'm tomboyish though. Definitley not xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" border="0" alt="cute but psycho"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You&lt;br&gt;adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,&lt;br&gt;you might not have it all, but there are worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/yourgoodfriend/quizzes/which%20happy%20bunny%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which happy bunny are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" border="0" alt="amoure"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a hopeless romantic like me. ^_^ You dream&lt;br&gt;about whoever all day (rarely anything else);)&lt;br&gt;Don't worry it's not a bad thing believe me. So&lt;br&gt;what's holding you back! Go get 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/hoplessromantic/quizzes/*UPDATED*%20What%20kind%20of%20love%20are%20you%3F%20(%20COOL%20anime%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*UPDATED* What kind of love are you? ( COOL anime pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" border="0" alt="Loving"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely&lt;br&gt;devoted to others,especially that one&lt;br&gt;person.You really can't get them out of your&lt;br&gt;head,but then,you don't really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110504956602886916?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110504956602886916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110504956602886916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110504956602886916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110504956602886916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/editi-took-away-pictures-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110480829283882236</id><published>2005-01-03T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:11:32.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh. why must teachers CONSTANTLY give us loads of work to do, and give us so &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; time to finish it? it's a conspiracy, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONSPIRACY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm considering changing my blogskin..this one has gotten a little *ahem* boring for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could POSSIBLY use one of my layouts that I made before, but what's the point? i can just download an awesome one from blogskins =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have to finish my damnn book report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110480829283882236?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110480829283882236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110480829283882236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110480829283882236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110480829283882236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110458296619239617</id><published>2005-01-01T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:36:06.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahha xP i put ONE new skin up a few hours ago (at around 6pm ish..so it's not REALLY a few hours ago..)and then i update my profile and put my tagboard and blog link up there, and i come back and find that i've got a TON of new comments for all my skins, 2 of my skins are in the top-fifteen rated or whatever (which isn't too big of a deal, but STILL) and the number of people who have visited this blog has basically doubled. that is just too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, no one has the decency (sp?) to COMMENT. gahh. i don't even know why i BOTHERED to sign up for haloscan. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. that reminds me i need to credit them. heh. i totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i still haven't gone to sleep, and i dont plan too. mom got like SOO drunk at the party and on the way home she was making me and kathy laugh so hard!! lmfao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the party..well, it was mostly good. im not going to say it was as fun as before, but it was still fun. after a while, when it gets really late, everyone is just so tired, so we're all just in a room (the kids) and just lying there in different positions and making fun of stuff. mostly ruslan. hahaahh. not really. im just being mean. ruslan's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to play super smash bros. or something again!! it's like the one good game (except for that one racing game) that nikita has! awesome. we had like 2 xboxs there xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh. there was SUSHI and i didn't get to have any. hopefully, it'll still be there when we come back tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. that's another thing. every year, a few hours after the real party and after everyone has gone to sleep, WE COME BACK to the same place for like a lunch thingy. oh god. i still have to do that french work for mme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh. stupid work. AHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like submitting another skin. but..meh..should I? i could use a layout for the supposed website that i wouldve gotten, but then i realized i was too stupid to have one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could probably edit that intoxicated pinky one in paint..it shouldn't be that hard. and maybe get some nice text from flaming text or something xD lmfao. i'm so gay. it's 7:35 a.m and im on my computer BLOGGING for lack of anything to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's still like dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid sun. COME OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110458296619239617?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110458296619239617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110458296619239617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110458296619239617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110458296619239617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/hahha-xp-i-put-one-new-skin-up-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110434500111105302</id><published>2004-12-29T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T13:30:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love blog-surfing. It's so fun reading about other peoples, not-so-boring lives, because, big surprise, my life is about as boring as...er...Watching grass grow. Heh. I'm retarded. I sound so gay. That simile is so overused it's not funny. But then again, it is a /little/ funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I really have nothing to do today. I'm done fixing up the template/adding a comment thing. All I need to do is find a site of the moment, but I don't know what site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I only know HTML and CSS. Why is FTP or PHP or CGI so HARD? That is the only thing stopping me from having my own domain. And the fact the my dad gets all pissy when I mention it to him. He starts saying stuff like..well..I don't know exactly what he said, because I wasn't really listening, but that's not the point. I mean, I know how to do some stuff. I'm not completely clueless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But compared to other people I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110434500111105302?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110434500111105302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110434500111105302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110434500111105302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110434500111105302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-blog-surfing.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110427790350670124</id><published>2004-12-28T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:26:47.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO YAH! Look at how smart I am! I figured out how to do this folder/menu thingy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to do a site of the moment. I know people don't really READ this blog, because I don't exactly advertise it or anything, but for those who do read it..Well they'll get to see a site of the moment. Fun no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through blog skins today for a bit, and I'm sort of surprised how much they have improved. A month ago, only a few people actually put the effort into actually MAKING a skin, on PSP or Photoshop. I'd actually be sort of OK with using one of those skins..But I'll stick with this one for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110427790350670124?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110427790350670124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110427790350670124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110427790350670124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110427790350670124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/boo-yah-look-at-how-smart-i-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110426729090362317</id><published>2004-12-28T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T15:54:50.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so...empty for some reason. My Photoshop tiral is done, and now I can't make any good graphics. I..I just don't know what to do. Will I have to use PRE-MADE blogskins from now on? WILL I? AH! I can't stand the thought of something so...unoriginal. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'll find some nice blogskins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But probably not. All the nice ones have this huge stinkin' label on them that says "MADE BY - " and it just ruins the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I checked out my blogskin downloads and its over 200! Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110426729090362317?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110426729090362317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110426729090362317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110426729090362317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110426729090362317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110419887588796591</id><published>2004-12-27T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:54:35.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahha. I think today, the moajority of my online time was spent here, on Blogger. I joined this pen pal thing...I'm just interested to see if anyone would be the least bit interested talking to me. I know it might not be the 'safest' thing but the only information I put that might be considered a no-no to internet safety freaks, was my email. But I'll give that out to anyone. Probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110419887588796591?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110419887588796591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110419887588796591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110419887588796591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110419887588796591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/ahha.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110418135621289909</id><published>2004-12-27T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T16:02:36.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoyeah. I'm actually blogging. It's been about 10 days (I think) since my last blog...Nothing much really happened, except for you know, like Christmas. But whatever. On Christmas eve we (as in my family) went to this mini-party type thing. There were the usual people there ... all the 'kids' watched movies for the whole night. We watched Dead End (which was just so FREAKIN STUPID!), the last 45 minutes of The Hot Chick, like less than 10 minutes of this really nasty movie, and like 40 minutes of the phone booth (I watched another half hour of it on Christmas at this party-type thing). Speaking of Christmas, mine was really boring. I basically played Tony Hawk Pro-Skater on PS1 for the whole day with Kathy and then with Ruslan (haha..I MEAN RUSSEL) later on. Then we went to the party type thing and ate, watched Starsky and Hutch, and then went home. After we got home (this was just me and Kathy and Ruslan because we were bored at the party) we played more video games, ate ice cream and watched Family Guy and Fromage 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring life I have. I want to dooooooo something. Like...go see a movie. That'd be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have no life. And people with no lives don't go see movies. And they don't have fun. And I have one day left of my Adobe Photoshop and it's really annoying me because I won't be able to make any good graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soyeah. I finally figured out where we are going for the annual New Year's party. Alex's house. We went there...I think 2 years ago and then last year we were at Nikita's. Nikita (from what I've heard) is just plain wrooonnnnggg now. Wroooonnnnggg. Anyhoo. It should be fun. I guess the normal things are going to happen. I should make a list ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Normal Things That Happen At The New Year's Parties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kathy gets at leasy a /little/ drunk. Or hyper.&lt;br /&gt;2. Everyone plays video games.&lt;br /&gt;3. A fight breaks out between either: Kathy and Ruslan, Kathy and Nikita. (I'm not so sure this will happen this year since Kathy and Ruslan have become better friends and Nikita might not come)&lt;br /&gt;4. We eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone over 30 gets at least a /little/ drunk.&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone over 30 starts to dance.&lt;br /&gt;7. Everyone under 30 gets scared to leave the room where we all are playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;8. Alex makes fun of Ruslan and Ruslan tries to act all gangsta' (which is so funny :P)&lt;br /&gt;9. At least 5 bottles of pop are drunk.&lt;br /&gt;10. At least 1 parent forces their child/ren to do something that makes everyone else laugh.&lt;br /&gt;11. At least one person falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is so much more but I'm tired of typing out things in a list.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I got a new skin up and got a chatter box. Go me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110418135621289909?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110418135621289909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110418135621289909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110418135621289909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110418135621289909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/hoyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110348073083455186</id><published>2004-12-19T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:25:30.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was suuuuuuuuuuuuuuper fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kathy, and Brendon and Sara went to the Empreror's Buffet and we ate too much. Kathy went back and forth getting food like 10 times and she STILL wasn't full. Then we went back to Brendon's house and played pictionary until like 10:30 p.m .. AHha. RHINOCAURUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. funny. I think Sarah's like pissed at me. AH well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go to this party type thing in like 4 hours but I dun wannnnnnnna. I'm siiiiiiiiiiiiick. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110348073083455186?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110348073083455186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110348073083455186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110348073083455186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110348073083455186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/yesterday-night-was-suuuuuuuuuuuuuuper.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110333056670417552</id><published>2004-12-17T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T19:42:46.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked. Finally. But it's weird. Very weird. 7 dammit 77777777777777777.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirts suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school today (before xmas holidays anyway)...We had a 'party'. Haha. Party. Patrick gave me this really nice necklace with a cross, that came with earrings and some other earrings. Which was super cool. But I didn't get to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly string fights rule. Seriously. But it smells after a while. That /does not/ matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( / =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wteff is an AC/DC charge? I probably failed the two tests we did. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110333056670417552?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110333056670417552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110333056670417552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110333056670417552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110333056670417552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/oo.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110298696662361833</id><published>2004-12-13T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:16:06.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. Woah. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh. I'm all happy and stuff. Isn't that like, super cool? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I made Jiko a nice little fossil intro :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fossils - they're really super duperly old, and sorta smelly, from like, being in the ground but whatever...Anyway..They're also like, super cool, so listen to me while I tell you all about some aweeeeesome fossils. Woah man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it like awesome? Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He. He. He. He. He. Steph was like "STOP SMILING! AHH." And I'm like, no way dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to happy. Why? I don't know. I just am. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110298696662361833?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110298696662361833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110298696662361833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110298696662361833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110298696662361833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110264716956064085</id><published>2004-12-09T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:52:49.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay...It's me again! I haven't updated in almost a week, which sort of freaks me out. I'm hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppyyyyy. Oh so happpppyyy. And oh so gggaaaayyy =P I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Tons of stuff happened but it's totally something I wouldn't want to get out of my system, just because...well...I like the stuff that's happened. I wouldn't even tell my bestfriends some of it (which I haven't). Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's coming back tommrow. Woah. It's already been almost a month...it went by really fast..I mean, I miss my mom and all that, but it's seriously great not having to clean my room all the time. Since we have no school tommrow my dear sister (*coughnotcough*) is basically forcing me to like...CLEAN. Clean. Seriously. On my "day off" (if you wanna call it that, but it sounds really gay...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to school though. I really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanna go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts. Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's awesome? Ting. I used to hate it, but it's so addictinng =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110264716956064085?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110264716956064085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110264716956064085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110264716956064085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110264716956064085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110211061156377379</id><published>2004-12-03T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:50:11.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patrick got a loooooooovveeee note =0 Ooer. Actually he got 3. One of the people who wrote it said that "im in ur class and my locker is beside urs" (exact quote). Yeah. I doubt that it's Jaclyn, and it's SO not me. Fricken lier. It's really funny though. They were supposed to meet him at the milk machine, but didn't show. Bitches. I wanted to make fun of Patrick's new likees. One of the notes had a "lip gloss" kiss on it *coughcoughnudgenudgecoughcough* RIGHT. Lip gloss. I thought it was a grease stain when I first saw it, but then everyone realized that it was in the shape of lips. Mhhmmmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF! Ahhaa. My first time saying that. Funny. In an odd way. Actually no, it's not funny. It's stupid. I'll shut up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH. Is how I feel. I just wanna sleep, which is something I just may do in a few minutes. But after I clean my room. Which is a total mess. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110211061156377379?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110211061156377379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110211061156377379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110211061156377379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110211061156377379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/patrick-got-loooooooovveeee-note-0.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110202359384531903</id><published>2004-12-02T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:39:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YEAH! Keyboard = working. I hate batteries. Really, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrrrlack. Made a new skin. I like this one a lot. And it didn't take long to make. Originally, I was going to make one with Gwen Stefani, just because No Doubt is like, awesome, but I gave up when I couldn't find a nice PSD of her. Blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna listen to music. Yessssshhherzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall stop writing crap in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh byez. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110202359384531903?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110202359384531903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110202359384531903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110202359384531903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110202359384531903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-yeah-keyboard-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110166901105922796</id><published>2004-11-28T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:10:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-pant gasp pant- I'M DONE! Finally. I figured everything out! I like this skin =D Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm so stupid. I made all these new blogs, thinking I was going to have to start over my blogging, and then I go to the settings, and it gives you the option of changing the blog adress. Really. I was like - WOAH. Now, I have a spiffy new adress, and skin, but I get to keep all my old blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I figured out how to solve the pop-up problem I was having. I just make one popup, and link the other pages (they show up in the popup). Awesome no? Very. Awesome that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me FOREVER to get the comment CSS right, but I did it. Yay. Yay. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110166901105922796?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110166901105922796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110166901105922796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110166901105922796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110166901105922796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/pant-gasp-pant-im-done-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110143303346873280</id><published>2004-11-25T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:37:13.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a little while since I blogged so I decided to...blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuffs happened...Weird stuff...Not something I'd want people to know though, only like my closest friends and all that. All the gr. 6s are going to the pow wow tommorow at the sky dome, so that should be fun. ish. i don't know. i have to ask kathy how interesting it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to brendon today, about stuffs...like cleaning and helping out and all that (helping kathy that is) he's so nice..especially to actually care so much about kathy and how she feels..enough to like help her out so much..most other people in this situation would be like so nagging and all that, but i like brendon =) he's nice, so why should i piss of at him, rather than just consider what he's saying? i don't wanna be a bitch to my sister especially since mom's gone until her birfday..but then again, i don't want her to be a bitch to me. if she just asks me to do something rather than just repeatedly order me around like a little slave, i'll listen to her, and i AM listening to her...but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the big s.e.s test. mme made it seem so like HARD or whatever, and that it was on EVERYTHING we learned and all, but it was like easy. i KNOW i passed, i just don't know by how much. i got the geometry test back today too, and i got a 75. people seem to think this is like OMG for me, just because i usually get like, As in math...i'm just not good with shapes..i understand numbers, not shapes. i don't really care as much as i used to about my marks - i mean, i care enough not to get lower than a B but really, does it matter how well i do on tests? i understand the info, but if i do sorta sucky on a test, i'm fine with that. it's not the most important thing right now. in highschool, it'll be a lot more important, but right now i've just sort of decided to stop stressing about my marks. it's sort of refreshing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i downloaded like 20 songs off &lt;a href="http://www.mp3shits"&gt;mp3s hits &lt;/a&gt; and i've been listening to them for a while. my faves have definitely got to be hello, are you gonna be my girl and hero. the other songs are pretty good, but not my faves. i'm listening to are you gonna be my girl right now. it makes me wanna dance. i was talking to yasmina when i was downloading these (like last weekend) and i was all "i wanna dance! woo!" har har. not funny. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have quite a lot more to say actually. so if you wanna stop reading right now, go ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooookk. so, i like this one guy right, and this other guy who i told who i liked to, is like his friend, so i was like you better not tell, seriously, or i'll kill you, and then when we were talking, hes like, i can get _______ to like you...so i was all, wtf? how? i mean seriously, how are you supposed to MAKE someone like you. it's like, weird. if someone ever tried to get me to like someone i'd be like, no, go away gay ass, but in this situation, i'm like sorta interested in what's gonna happen next..i mean i know  _______ will like never like me, but still, i sorta don't care anymore if he knows... just as long as no one else. it really annoys me when people go, "i know who you like..oooo" i mean, really? you don't really know unless you hear from me. only 5 people know who i like for sure, and i know at least 4 of them won't go blabbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarah] why the hell did you do that today? you know, make me "dare" you to go hug patrick because supposedly you wanted to and then go to him, hug him and say it was from me when it so wasnt...just tell me WHY you did that? i'd NEVER do that to you, and don't ever do that to me. it's just not cool. and don't go saying some crap, because i KNOW you did that and now everyone thinks i like patrick...just talk to me about ok?[/sarah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. you know who is like super hawt? the dude that plays jesse in the movie tuck everlasting. his eyes are like...woah. so green/blueish. it's a bird, no it's a plane, no it's -- super(hawt)man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppers. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110143303346873280?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110143303346873280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110143303346873280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110143303346873280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110143303346873280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-little-while-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110107922346739626</id><published>2004-11-21T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:20:23.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. HOMEWORK SUCKS. I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; don't want to study, or look up stuff or read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there is bird crap on one of my papers? Bird crap. Seriosuly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110107922346739626?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110107922346739626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110107922346739626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110107922346739626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110107922346739626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110091973048486785</id><published>2004-11-19T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:02:10.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that it's not possible, but I seriously think I'm going to explode. Why? Because I'm bored. It's like...Extreme Boredness Syndrome or something. I would think of a better more scientificy sounding name, but I'm too BORED. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This skin is starting to annoy me a bit, but I'll live with it for a while longer until I get some inspiration.. *kicks inspiration-giving-peoples* I NEED TO MAKE SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Sarah make a blogskin. Yay. It's purrrdy. Like all purple and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110091973048486785?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110091973048486785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110091973048486785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110091973048486785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110091973048486785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-know-that-its-not-possible-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110081709163469990</id><published>2004-11-18T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T17:32:52.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooer. haven't posted for a while. 2 days. not that long, but then again, what do i know? like seriously. sarah went on bus 5 today and got off at my stop. then she walked home =P no. im joking, sorta obviously. she came over to my house and just left. i'm all alone now. really alone. in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all aloney. on my owney. in my homey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad just left with kathy to drop her off at piano. and i am serious when i say that i just shuddered when i thought, "what if i hadn't quit?" ew. piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate scales. they're annoying. who really gives a crap if you play d major scale with  all the right fingering? i don't, that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110081709163469990?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110081709163469990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110081709163469990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110081709163469990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110081709163469990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/ooer.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110063781200436889</id><published>2004-11-16T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:43:32.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hee hee. did a double post - better go delete that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sarah: I FINISHED MAKING YOUR SKIN...not the code though, because i wasn't sure if you'd like the skin or not...(if you didn't it'd be like 45 minutes - 1hour wasted coding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people should be coming home from school by now :) i'm waiting for people to come on msn. come on msn everyone. *brainwashes* GO ON MSN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110063781200436889?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110063781200436889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110063781200436889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063781200436889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063781200436889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/hee-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110063636331792073</id><published>2004-11-16T15:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:19:23.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a spiffy little comment thing now - where you the reader (or whoever reads this blog, which is mainly...yasmina and sarah) can comment on my blog that day :o cool no? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110063636331792073?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110063636331792073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110063636331792073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063636331792073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063636331792073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-got-spiffy-little-comment-thing_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110063633241780282</id><published>2004-11-16T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T15:18:52.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a spiffy little comment thing now - where you the reader (or whoever reads this blog, which is mainly...yasmina and sarah) can comment on my blog that day :o cool no? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110063633241780282?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110063633241780282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110063633241780282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063633241780282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110063633241780282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/ive-got-spiffy-little-comment-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110061301818227937</id><published>2004-11-16T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:50:18.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teehee. no school for me today. not because i'm sick or anything - i just didn't want to go...so. yeah. i *tried* pretending i was sick yesterday ( i sort of exaggerated what i really was feeling) but that didn't work so today i just sort of went, can i stay home today? and my dad was like : if you want to. you're old enough to make your own choices. but when mom calls, i'm telling here =P i don't care about that too much. at first, he was like using reverse psycholygy or something, and i was going to go to school, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110061301818227937?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110061301818227937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110061301818227937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110061301818227937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110061301818227937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/teehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110056656644306275</id><published>2004-11-15T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:56:06.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fdfgsd</title><content type='html'>ha ha. YASMINA IS MY NUMBER 1 FAN! unless...*nudge nudge* someone else wants to be? *wink wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i still have to finish 3 things for homework ~.- today patrick was asking me what we had for homework in english and i totally forgot to mention we had spelling - i hope he didn't like leave it in his locker or something :S i wouldn't want to feel guilty for *partly* helping him forgot. right? i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop staring at my skin. it's cool. right? maybe. :) i'm waiting for my counter to be accepted at okcounter.. hopefully it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at lunch recess it was fun -- me and sarah and yasmina were hanging out near the portable, near the basketball court, (amiring spot in yasmina's words...)and we were all like super hyper (me because i drank a whole cup of coffee that morning and it was still in my systym) and we kept calling guys over, and pointing to eachother and going "she likes you" it was sort of funny watching the different reactions....but at the same time sorta stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kristina still hates me. grr. she was trying to get steph to stop even talking to me at recess (apparently she was like, "don't go over there steph!") or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'm glad for the friends i HAVE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110056656644306275?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110056656644306275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110056656644306275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110056656644306275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110056656644306275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/fdfgsd.html' title='fdfgsd'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110056007643859200</id><published>2004-11-15T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T18:07:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fg</title><content type='html'>woot =P I'M DONE my new skin! weehhee. popup. i just couldn't part with my old blog. it has such a gay name (periwinkleparadise..it's not even periwinkele 0__o;;) i really like this skin. all i have to do now, is change the settings for my about me page, and i'll be all fine :) i'm so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110056007643859200?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110056007643859200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110056007643859200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110056007643859200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110056007643859200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/fg.html' title='fg'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110029358980367025</id><published>2004-11-12T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:06:29.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>d</title><content type='html'>pissed off again. much, much more though. seriously. if you have a fucking problem with me, tell me? mmkay? i'm not gonna change just because someone has a prob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write more, but then again, why should i? i've told whoever i needed to tell, what i needed to say, so why bother writing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a skin yesterday :) it's not very good but it's an ok start...i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a nice skin that i really liked yesterday..i think i'll use it in a couple weeks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110029358980367025?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110029358980367025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110029358980367025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110029358980367025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110029358980367025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/d.html' title='d'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110021790964108147</id><published>2004-11-11T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:05:09.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nbb</title><content type='html'>hrrmmnnn. i *almost* just got back from piano (like at 6:30). thank god it was THE LAST LESSON! i just want to sing and dance and prance about like some sort of prancing thing...but i won't, because i don't want to hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it possible to like 2 guys at the same time, yet still, not really like them? apparently it is. i mean i like these 2 dudes, but i don't really &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; them...its too confusing. i need someone to talk tooooo... sarrrrrahhhh why aren't you ever online? i neeeeeeeeeedd tooo talllkkkk to youuu...but my irrational fear of being overheard by my mom, which may lead to her asking weird questions is kicking in, so i can't phone to talk about this. GO ONLIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEE SOOOMMMMEEEEEEEOOOOONNNNNE. blah. feeling way confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made waffles today. satisfied my craving, but i almost threw up due to too much waffles. now i remembered why i hardly ever make them. erlack. but now, i have a  craving for chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shoes. my mother is going to ukraine for a freaking MONTH on saturday. god. im going to miss her so much..that means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) i will have to make my own lunch 20 times&lt;br /&gt;b) i will have to wake up on my own 20 times&lt;br /&gt;c) i won't see her for 28 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to someone :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110021790964108147?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110021790964108147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110021790964108147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110021790964108147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110021790964108147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/nbb.html' title='nbb'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110012488337157338</id><published>2004-11-10T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:14:43.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>arh</title><content type='html'>pissed off again. fuckin people talk bout stuff behind our backs. whatever. i don't give a crap about them. they're to low to even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a good day to it. it was ok near the end but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listenin to charlene again. cute song :) one of my faves along with a ton of other r&amp;b songs. fuck pop and rap and whatever i used to like =P they can go suck patters volleyballs. LMAO. dont get it? i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm cold. my hands are so...cold. god im stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110012488337157338?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110012488337157338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110012488337157338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110012488337157338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110012488337157338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/arh.html' title='arh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-110004479839878173</id><published>2004-11-09T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T18:59:58.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hv</title><content type='html'>ok. so. yeah. you know what pisses me off so much? when people talk about me behind my back about something they don't even know about. argh. i did that before, cause you know, i was stupid, and i KNOW it's freakin stupid to do that UNLESS you know the truth. then its not stupid. just mean ;) but still. whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :):) almost no homework today. we're getting farmed out tommrow, so we don't have to do it, and i won't :) all i have is orthographe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. i was sitting in a very uncomfortable position, now i'm not though. yayness. anyhoo. i'm gonna go try to find a good song to put in my msn name. a love song preferably because it makes some people think i like someone =P which is always fun - seeing them guessing and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-110004479839878173?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110004479839878173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=110004479839878173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110004479839878173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/110004479839878173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/hv.html' title='hv'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109994849075688968</id><published>2004-11-08T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:14:50.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tr</title><content type='html'>no more school :):) for now anyway. i still have to finsih my whole travel brochure, which means a LOT of colouring. ah. and i was feeling happy. i still am actually, just not as much. i'm hungry to. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much happened today. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i put the archive links up, because it only shows october &amp; november entries. it looks a little screwed up, but tha doesn't matter at all, now does it? i sound gay. i'll shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109994849075688968?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109994849075688968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109994849075688968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109994849075688968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109994849075688968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/tr.html' title='tr'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109988747833438735</id><published>2004-11-07T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:17:58.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aa</title><content type='html'>ahh. what the hell is up with that last post? it has like this big black space before the ending part. i want to stap that big black space. stab it till its dead. the thing is, i dont have a knife. oh well. ill use my....ruler! ha ha. my evil ruler of dooooooooommmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fun saying "so and so of dooooooomm!" tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109988747833438735?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109988747833438735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109988747833438735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109988747833438735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109988747833438735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/aa.html' title='aa'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109988718960374618</id><published>2004-11-07T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T23:15:17.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>vrm</title><content type='html'>vrmm. vrmm. i'm a car. watch me go :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i changed the template finally :) it used to be practically all white, so i thought i'd pick a new template to spice it up...and i chose one that only uses the colours black, white, and grey. ha ha. i think the templates cute. made me go "awwwwwww." when i saw it. and that was a while ago, in like early october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a tagboard too! go tag! now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrmm. vrmm. whoosh. and im off, partly because i am tired, and partly because my mom will kick my ass of the computer seat thing, and start being all "you have to go to sleep! tomorrow is school anna!" if she sees me on...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109988718960374618?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109988718960374618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109988718960374618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109988718960374618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109988718960374618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/vrm.html' title='vrm'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109969288873712260</id><published>2004-11-05T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:14:48.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poo</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for almost...2 weeks :o like omg. go suck a danish u facking gay-ask. that is like all of kritinkys lines in one sentence. woohoo. im so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew. school. i just HAVE to go every week. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha. i was talking to steph on the phone yesterday, and we were on &lt;a href="http://www.zodiacgirlz.com"&gt;zodiac girlz [dot] com&lt;/a&gt; and like looking up our crush compatibility. the highest rating thing was 5, and apparently, my best compatibility thingy was with a libra. roight. now to find a libra. who's a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109969288873712260?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109969288873712260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109969288873712260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109969288873712260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109969288873712260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/poo_05.html' title='poo'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109857043328834888</id><published>2004-10-23T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:27:13.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>birfday</title><content type='html'>stuff happened..not really something i would actually write down anywhere though..its all in my head *taps head* yep..all in there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*english accent nose pulled up* marrrrcoo, are there any bats up the cave? LMAO =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday (sarahs birfday partay + sleepover) was fun :) kristinky got a g.i joe doll =P we were "examining" it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sleep at like 3:00 am and got up at 9 so i was like SO tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo..im off to..doo...stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109857043328834888?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109857043328834888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109857043328834888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109857043328834888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109857043328834888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/birfday.html' title='birfday'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109830735336564218</id><published>2004-10-20T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:24:25.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;{love quote}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The human heart feels things the eyes cannot see,and knows what the mind cannot understand."...Robert Valett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;{/love quote}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;{music quote}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life." --Berthold Auerbach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music is an outburst of the soul"--Frederick Deluis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent."--Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;{/music quote}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109830735336564218?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109830735336564218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109830735336564218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109830735336564218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109830735336564218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/love-quote-human-heart-feels-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109830704346321749</id><published>2004-10-20T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T17:17:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Early release today.. Awesomeness. But today was weird. Don't know why. I had art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have homework. POW and some math. I don't think I have any language arts stuff except the novel studies...The hardest part of the novel studies, is probably actually reading the book just because it's so boring. And the book jacket..I think I have to do that actually today. But I heard him say something about monday, so I might not have to after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go practice piano I think. I suck at music. I don't think I'll take any more lessons..I don't really like it. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with a ton of people today. Very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109830704346321749?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109830704346321749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109830704346321749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109830704346321749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109830704346321749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109823128345008100</id><published>2004-10-19T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T20:14:43.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>m</title><content type='html'>pro·cras·ti·nate   (pr-krst-nt, pr-)v. pro·cras·ti·nat·ed, pro·cras·ti·nat·ing, pro·cras·ti·nates v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;To put off doing something, especially out of habitual carelessness or laziness.v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To postpone or delay needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109823128345008100?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109823128345008100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109823128345008100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109823128345008100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109823128345008100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/m.html' title='m'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109822987781030389</id><published>2004-10-19T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T19:51:17.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>[Verse 1]Woke up this morning found a letter that she wrote She said she's tired that I'm always on the road To hard to swallow being alone She needs someone at night that she can hold She must have told me a thousand times before Silent cries I use to ignore God knows I love her Didn't mean to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] Baby I'll be Sitting here waiting on you to come home again I won't leave Promise I'll be here to the very end By your side To protect you and to love you and to be with you for life Come on home to me Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Verse 2]She knows I really love this old music thang Since I was a child it's been my dream I can support her treat her and spoil her You know buy her the finer things But I forgot about loving her Damn the money, diamonds and pearls What about the hard day she had with the baby All she need is for me to love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge] Promise I can't live without her God knows I need her loving And it hurts so bad that's she gone I pray that she'll come back one day In my life&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh Sometimes I cry Charlene if you're listening would you call on me Because my heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.S,S.D,O.D,N.D,P.G,K.S,K.N,A.H,A.H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109822987781030389?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109822987781030389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109822987781030389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109822987781030389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109822987781030389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109814493125739358</id><published>2004-10-18T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:15:31.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"....who would have thought i'd let somebody get to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; who would have thought i'd ever give a damn?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song..'Nuff said. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109814493125739358?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109814493125739358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109814493125739358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109814493125739358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109814493125739358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/trouble.html' title='trouble'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109804654657272774</id><published>2004-10-17T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:55:46.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hh</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a while :o lYkE oMng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sarah's house yesterday. Played the Sims for a while. Woohoo (LMAO =P). So. Tommorow is...school. Sucks, doesn't it?????? HELL YEAH. School sucks. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad went shopping for food yesterday! Finally! All we had in the fridge was like nasty stuff...healthy stuff, but nasty stuff. Lots of veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahha..I cleaned my room! Can you believe it? I actually did it without being told. I organized a bunch of stuff too..but I mostly just shoved everything in my closet, or under my bed. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Tee hee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109804654657272774?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109804654657272774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109804654657272774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109804654657272774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109804654657272774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/hh.html' title='hh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109752266305509188</id><published>2004-10-11T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:24:23.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ew</title><content type='html'>Ew. Mom made me eat...oatmeal. Ewww. Oatmeal, is like a big glop of...something. It's mushy and weird, and just blah. You know? Very nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to schooooolll. Home is boring. Ish. MSN isn't working which sucks, because I want to talk to people, but I don't want to phone them. Don't know why. And truthfully, I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm so comfy. Since no one is coming over and since I'm not going anywhere, and can actually where clothes that are very very ugly, but very very comfy. Track pants, a REALLY baggy tshirt, and a big sweater...Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109752266305509188?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109752266305509188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109752266305509188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109752266305509188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109752266305509188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/ew.html' title='ew'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109744615142750425</id><published>2004-10-10T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:09:11.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reg</title><content type='html'>AHH! I just looked back on the posts, and I'm like, w(why)tf do I sound so serious? This must end. Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Everyone's (Sarah and Yasmina) getting into the bloggy mood xP It's so fun. Gotsa go take a shower now...TOODLOONIEDOODLES PEOPLES! Go sign my nifty tagboard :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109744615142750425?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109744615142750425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109744615142750425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109744615142750425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109744615142750425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/reg.html' title='reg'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109737938118838122</id><published>2004-10-09T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:36:21.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>I was getting sick of the other skin..It was so grey..I mean, I would like to see something other than grey and blue amd silver once in a while. I like this skin..It's really simple, but I love the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. It's so late now! I'm tired...but I want to watch some TV. How can I go a day without TV? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109737938118838122?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109737938118838122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109737938118838122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109737938118838122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109737938118838122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/bleh_09.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109734972565195156</id><published>2004-10-09T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T15:22:05.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>double cool with knobs</title><content type='html'>All I feel like doing, is smiling....Yesterday was so fun! Sarah came over at like 7 something, and we were talking to tons of people...Especially K2...Omigosh..It was so freaky, but so fun at the same time! We were talking about who we liked and all that, and he promised he'd tell us ;) But he hasn't. Which sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd tell us in real life though, not msn :( Awww. Milk and cookies :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we (Sarah and I) were trying to kill this huge ass big yesterday, which just would die! We smashed books on it, twisted the books, stomped on them...Eurgh. Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing the sims :P It's not screwing up for me anymore, so it might actually be fun! Like omng o__O;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109734972565195156?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109734972565195156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109734972565195156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109734972565195156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109734972565195156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/double-cool-with-knobs.html' title='double cool with knobs'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109710430194001638</id><published>2004-10-06T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:11:41.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh. Homework. Evilness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. I'm doing my problem of the week thing right now. Gooodddd..it's so boring! Who really cares if I have an explanation? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new email :) Yay. I like sporks. They're funny looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, we have so many tests o__O I don't know how I manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109710430194001638?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109710430194001638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109710430194001638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109710430194001638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109710430194001638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109693020612152644</id><published>2004-10-04T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T18:50:06.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fgdg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I joined some more fanlistings and stuff. Bleh. I don't really like the cliques all that much, so I was thinking of just deleting them and only having the fanlistings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway. Nothing really interesting happened today...It WAS picture day though...I don't understand why I need to have my picture taken. It's not that hard to do it yourself with a digital camera. Are the teachers and photographers TRYING to make us like, some sitting and smiling freaks? Ahh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was freezing cold! For October that is. At this rate, it'll be snowing next week...Which in some parts of Canada is normal, but for US? Here in Ontario? No way. It really starts to get cold in like, November. Not the first week of October. I mean, what gives? We get a freezing summer, and like one week of hot weather, and now we're back to freezing cold weather? Brr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was shivering a lot today..When we were posing for the class photo, I could stand still at all, let alone smile..Eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The stupid cliques are at the back of my head, and they're very annoying. I'm going to delete them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109693020612152644?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109693020612152644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109693020612152644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109693020612152644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109693020612152644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/fgdg_04.html' title='fgdg'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109683225747313500</id><published>2004-10-03T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:37:37.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cliques</title><content type='html'>Ok. I sorta lied. I didn't post anything up..But that was because my computer froze! i'm joining a few cliques and stuff, so they'll be up soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109683225747313500?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109683225747313500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109683225747313500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109683225747313500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109683225747313500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/cliques_03.html' title='cliques'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109682902863807823</id><published>2004-10-03T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:43:48.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dsf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes! I finally got this blog skin up ^^ I've always liked this one, ever since I saw it, but I never really used it. It's really popular apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I uploaded the images and all that, and put some links up...I really want a tagboard, but I can't find that site I used before o_O;; Oh well. I'll just keep looking :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyhoo. I don't have TOO much homework, but it's enough to keep me busy for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was talking to Kristina on...I think it was Thursday, or Wednesday, and we decided we wanted to go to the movies together :) We actually haven't gone since like....March. Scary almost. Me and Sarah went to the movies in May or June though, which was cool. I remember Steph coming too....We had Krispy Kreme donuts and jawbreakers =D fwee ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to start my homework just yet, SO I'm going to go take some quizzes =D I'll post my results up here a bit later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109682902863807823?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109682902863807823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109682902863807823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109682902863807823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109682902863807823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/dsf.html' title='dsf'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109545353541643617</id><published>2004-09-17T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:22:41.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tra la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tra la la. bah. why haven't I written in so long? Since August 19th...ALMOST A MONTH AGO? WHY? WHYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah came over today. We did some stuff, and then went out for a walk around my neighbourhood. Tres nippy noodles out there. Brr. And, it's still september o__O I have a feeling that I really won't like winter this year. Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Ish. Mr. FitzPatrick and Mme. McIntosh are my teachers. Too much homework in my opinion, but you know, when has my opinion ever counted? On the topic of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I'm on..bus 5 this year. Bus 5. BUS 5. AH! At least after school, Steph's on it too. That's probably the only good thing about it. Sort of. But get this, some friggin Gr. 5s are sitting in OUR reserved (ish) seats. How dare they. I don't like grade 5s too much anymore, and not just cuz of that. They're itty bitty annoying little twits. Which are rude. Some of them, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is pretty ok. Sarah's in it with me...A few other people too. Truthfully, I think we got loads of better people than the other class. But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooootoooo. Kathy got the Christina Agulira CD for 5 bucks. Tres cool. I love the CD. Awesome songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.....er........I'm a tad sick right now so I feel just..icky. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toooodlllesss..and until next time, which will hopefully be sooner than the last... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109545353541643617?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109545353541643617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109545353541643617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109545353541643617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109545353541643617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/tra-la-la.html' title='tra la la'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109295674278874562</id><published>2004-08-19T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:23:09.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gosh darnit! I haven't posted since July 30th. Golly gee. I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what was I supposed to update my *ahemsarahahem* loyal readers about? My doctors appointment? A BBQ? See, my life is boring. Why are you reading this? I mean, it's boring to the max. Roight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really have to phone Diana! I promised on the last day of school (mmmeemmmooorriiiiesssss) that I would and we could go swimming or something..But I just keep forgeting. Well..I'll phone her tommorow xD Yes. Tommorow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent basically the whole day on my computer (which wasn't too long actualy. I get up at 1 pm, and stay on for a bit...) and then my mom shoved me off because she said it wasn't "healthy" or something like that... I started reading some Harry Potter lying on a carpet in my mom's room (my mom's room is being redone, so all the furniture is out, and my mom was napping on my bed) and then I got bored of that and decided to phone Sarah up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that though, on msn, she told me BLAKE was coming back to STM! BLAKE! Ergh. And he's going to be in my class (stupid grs 1-8 elementary schools.). And he's on our bus (our being Sarah, Olivia, Diana, Adrianna, Olivia N, Irene etc..) Odd. You know he said he's a buddhist? He's going to a Catholic school. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o__O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's not my problem. My problem is, that I need new clothes. I mean, why do I have to grow so fast? Really! None of my shirts fit properly anymore! And my mom doesn't belive me. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry..I haven't eaten since one, and it's already 7:03. Blergh. Foooooddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109295674278874562?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109295674278874562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109295674278874562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109295674278874562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109295674278874562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/08/gosh.html' title='gosh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109123991980173067</id><published>2004-07-30T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:24:07.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heh...i knew i was forgetting to do something. this whole day, in the back of my brain was going, BLOGBLOGBLOGBLOG! and what to i do? continue doing whatever i'm doing...which wasn't reall to much considering my life is as boring as watching a clock. and trust me, that is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freakin boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..stuff happened i guess. i can't remember everything that's happened in the past ..erm...week? two weeks? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*sob*&lt;/span&gt; it's been to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to sarah's house for a sleepover sometime...i think it was last saturday and sunday. hehe. stayed there for an entire day. literally. 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. on sunday it's gonna be &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;. that means 5 weeks until school starts. i know it's really unusal, but i seriously wanna go back to school. not for the homework, or anything, but because PEOPLE are there. ah. people. what wonderful things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i remember what happened on tuesday. *cool look* i'm special now. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sara(h?) (my sisters boyfriend's sister) came over with my sisters boyfriend, and we just hung out and stuff. we went for a walk, and since she was in ms pendergast's class, and there were people i knew and talked to in that class, and stuff, i was asking questions about them. really? i wanted her to diss kyle. and did she ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me all these short jokes she made in his presense and what a weirdo he is, was and most likely will be. ergh. they were hilarious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were still on that walk, we saw this guy far away from us, and he looked short in the distance, so we were like, "watch that be kyle..." and then the jokes started again. it was one of those "had to be there to know why that's so funny".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to wendy's after too, so that was fun. yeah. fun. i ordered this spicy chicken thingy which i never tried before and now, that's my fave food there. i haven't really tried to much though, so, you never know if my next fave there will be the salad or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. that's about all that's happened, unless i want to look back on this like next year, and go, why the hell did i write about going on the computer and what tv shows i watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, in the beginning of the school year, the teachers are gonna make us write "what did you do this summer?"...that thing, you know? and i'll have absolutely nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; \&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my face? i think it's purdy...yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109123991980173067?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109123991980173067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109123991980173067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109123991980173067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109123991980173067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109053546534553353</id><published>2004-07-22T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:25:00.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>erkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesterday...was...fun...yea..fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got to barrie at 1:00 p.m, and did stuff...the drives there are always fun, because they take at least 2 hours, and during those two hours, me and kathy do a bunch of stuff, which are..er..fun? i dunno. anyway, once we got there, we stepped out of the car, and it was freakin HOT! suffocatingly hot really. so we went swimming almost at once (not really..we had to wait like 45minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went swimming 2 times, at least two hours at a time. yay. i like swimming. there were so many huge waves too! it was like a mini roller coaster (and i mean really mini..like at those small fairs, that don't really have good rides). it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this one girl sammie (or sammy?) and she just came up to us and started talking. i was like...ok..hi then. anyway, she just kept talking and talking..and was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;! i mean, it's one thing to come up and say hi..to total strangers, but it's another thing to just keep annoying us. she insulted mom to. pfft. i didn't like her at all. neither did kathy...or my parents =D ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er...what else..nothing really happened after that. me and kathy played a bunch of card games. hehe :) sister bonding time! woot. it's our exuse to stay up late and play cards (i mean really late, like 12-1 a.m).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was actually fun.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; SI-LL-AY&lt;/span&gt;! hehe. don't get it? don't ask. we came home late though, which sucked, because i couldn't do anything but sleep. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is so&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; incredibly&lt;/span&gt; boring. all i've done is read and go on the computer. i really should ask someone to do something..i dunno. go see a movie or hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erk. my hands hurt. i spilled some coke on the staircase (which is carpeted), and mom, who just had to get a proper cleaning thing, forced me to get off my lazy ass and clean the stain up. the stupid thing didn't even work properly. and mom made me go back, over and over again. yeesh woman, i have things to do..sort of..not really. blahness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109053546534553353?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109053546534553353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109053546534553353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109053546534553353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109053546534553353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/erkness.html' title='erkness'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109042313327584025</id><published>2004-07-21T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:25:19.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>simcoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;blah. today is going to be so boring. i'm typing this as i'm waiting for my parents, to finally finish whatever they're doing, so we can go up to barrie near lake simcoe, and see THEIR friends. i mean, just because we get to go swimming in a lake there, does not mean we have to go there and do practically nothing but sit around. ugh. ick. i hate the sitiing, i like the people, i love the swimming. it doesn't help that my swim suit is a bit to small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--anna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109042313327584025?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109042313327584025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109042313327584025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109042313327584025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109042313327584025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/simcoe.html' title='simcoe'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683354.post-109035476468720324</id><published>2004-07-20T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T14:25:47.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahha..first-ness..that's a gay-ish title. guess it makes sense though, cause it's my first blog and everything. yeshness. hahah...why is that funny? i don't know. ask my psychiatrist. he might know...but, i don't have a psychiatrist...yet. maybe i should get one? i'll ask mom. but, i know what she'll say. imagine an annoyed voice here: "anna! stop asking..for the hundreth (literally) time! tha answer is no!!!" ..she might say that, and if i ask why, she'll say, " it's too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;...blahblah" of course it's too exspensive, isn't everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except stuff at the dollar store. most stuff there sucks though. except coffee mugs..but what do i need coffee mugs for? i don't drink&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; coffee&lt;/span&gt;...mostly. mom doesn't let me :( she says it makes me stay up to late, not go to sleep for a whole night, and then fall asleep in the afternoon, and not wake up till 12 pm the next day...which is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...yes...what shall i write...i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like socks. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;they're soft and cuddly&lt;/span&gt;. hehe. socks...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy...i guess i shall tell you about my day for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep at 7 yesterday (see second paragraph for details ^) and then woke up at 12..then ate stuff...which was extremely yummy. i liked what i ate. &lt;strong&gt;MOM GOT COKE! WOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;! vanilla coke..i haven't had vanilla coke for AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurve it...i've got a lurvely bunch of coconuts..doodoodoo..ok, getting off track there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, then i got on here and finally got this friggin skin up...i went through like, 50 image host checking to see which one would load faster...of course, i settled for the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; one! ah. what a waste of time. and i was just about to start writing when mom got me and kathy to go pick the raspberries in the backyard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we picked them all right. picked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;205&lt;/span&gt;!! haha. yes..haha...:S anyway, while we were, it startd to rain, and i sort of "predicted" what mom would say if she came out..and she came out, and said exactly what i predicted. i didn't think much of it, because that's what she would usually say, but kathy though it was funny. hilariously funny. she was laughing like a pink hairy elephant on rollarblades..yess... i was like..&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OK THERE&lt;/span&gt;..crazy woman. not that she is. she's only 13. ha. it seems so young now. before, when i was like 5, and some people where 13, i was like WOW, that's so old. but it's only gonna be 2 years till i am 13..freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyvay. that's about all I have to say...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683354-109035476468720324?l=shallowheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109035476468720324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7683354&amp;postID=109035476468720324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109035476468720324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7683354/posts/default/109035476468720324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowheart.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-ness.html' title='first-ness'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14508552297194447662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
