<?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-4039890265499701651</id><updated>2012-02-02T19:37:55.465-08:00</updated><category term='acting/plays'/><category term='kittys'/><category term='P.E'/><category term='peace'/><category term='list'/><category term='my stories'/><category term='events of exciement/importance'/><category term='books'/><category term='tears'/><category term='pain'/><category term='webbsites'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='the world'/><category term='Pet Peaves'/><category term='school'/><category term='fear'/><category term='rants.'/><category term='messages to the world'/><category term='writing'/><category term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Random Anna's little world</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog contains what ever happens to be on Random Anna's mind. So there.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8915382368351772657</id><published>2009-09-09T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:31:23.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly post</title><content type='html'>i posted! with stuff to say! i read the second hunger games. for anyone over the age of at least 14 who has not read it, go. read. it. now!!! it is awesome, if a bit creepy. the author is Suzanne Collins.&lt;br /&gt; i tried to post a picture from the book here, but i failed... oh well! i discovered how to print Facebook Flair, so yay me.&lt;br /&gt;i found some awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the librarians are my buds! i spent close to 30 min talking to the children's libarians yesterday.  :)&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm gonna go do homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8915382368351772657?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8915382368351772657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8915382368351772657' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8915382368351772657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8915382368351772657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekly-post.html' title='weekly post'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6101017628052236378</id><published>2009-08-31T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:13:18.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, it has been less then a week!</title><content type='html'>woot, i made my goal!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so...&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;i am starting school in 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote another page of daughter..&lt;br /&gt;and my cat is getting fatter by the day&lt;br /&gt;i discovered flair on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;and i really have nothing more to say, so thats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6101017628052236378?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6101017628052236378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6101017628052236378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6101017628052236378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6101017628052236378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-it-has-been-less-then-week.html' title='hey, it has been less then a week!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8327011825127275530</id><published>2009-08-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:01:26.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats this? anna blogs?</title><content type='html'>hello, hello hello, it's always hello! and then good bye, good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was one of my fave lines, from the one act i was in a few weeks ago. ' Englsh made simple' it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm back, and will try to blog weekly now! of course, i will also be keeping my room clean, and writing in my journal everyday, as well as doing homework, so some of my somewhat ambitiousness to lazy me resolutions will possibly get broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; some updates on my life!&lt;br /&gt;i will soon begin the 11th grade- i am only looking forward to this a little, because, as Nida puts it - school is school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of Nida- my character- i wrote yet another page of Daughter Of the Waves today. i hope to write at least that much every week, so today's accomplishment was very happy. although TCM accused me of basing Nida on myself, it was easy(ish) to deny such accusations- for one thing, i look nothing like Nida, and wouldn't want to, not really. for another, nida is a good artist, and a slow reader. for a third, she hardly ever speaks her mind- she is quiet. and lastly, she lacks an annoying brother. so there, tcm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most of you by now know, i am in a relationship, and loving every minute of it :)&lt;br /&gt;last Saturday, Genun and i went to the church dance- Hawaiian themed, and had a blast. i even made leis for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am taking a Cert class- when i am done, i will be certified to help the community during catastrophes and disasters. i will be much better prepared for whatever might occur, and  i will no what to do in many situations- not 'what to do ' as in 'wait for help'- but 'what to do' as in "be the 'help'". this is good, because i have a 'anything that can go wrong, might go wrong right this second' mindset. when the packing list says ' small first aid kit' i through in a monster of a kit with no less than 72 band aids, among other things. i am woried though, as even though bhs has have about 40 fire drills in the last two years, we have not had an earthquake drill...and experts agree that we are in for a big quake sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i also discovered my hidden talent for making earring- a strange thing, seeing as my ears remain hole-les, an i cannot wear them. i am considering setting up an Etsy shop ( or getting mom to set one up for me) - opinion on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is clean! down to the last drawer. it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, the Anna Library is now open! thanks to Nicole, i now have a home library set- book cards and all. anyone who has my books( and has had them longer than a few weeks), let me know so i can record who has what! i believe several hard covers are floating around somewhere, and would hope to get them all back in one piece. one of the many Things of Importance, such as my character profile book- that have gone to missing items land, includes the notebook i used to keep track of book stuff!&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;Anna Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8327011825127275530?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8327011825127275530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8327011825127275530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8327011825127275530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8327011825127275530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-this-anna-blogs.html' title='whats this? anna blogs?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8513883836124018374</id><published>2009-07-28T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:37:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peacock feather</title><content type='html'>i lied. this has nothing to do with said peacock feather. at all.&lt;br /&gt;it does concern a vague bit about camp, something i never thought i'd do, and  my little pony with fangs.( aka, edward cullen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;camp was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;great- and fun. very fun. a 5th year, i had no over night hikes, just a 'short' one, in yosemite. very pretty.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the girls and leaders- we all floated down the merced river. i jumped of a bridge. we saw a bear. i wrote poems, and neglected my journal. robbie the toy mouse made friends.&lt;br /&gt;more on camp later&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing i never thought i'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a facebook. it was fun. i friended ppl. i became the 65th fan of Sarah beth durst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my little pony with fangs.( aka, edward cullen)&lt;/span&gt; ( TWILIGHTERS&lt; GO AWAY NOW!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't need to go into my twilight feelings. you all know them. if you don't, well, this should help!&lt;br /&gt;here are the limericks i promised a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a girl known as Bella,&lt;br /&gt;Who fancied a pale-looking fella,&lt;br /&gt;But they'd never have fun,&lt;br /&gt;Coz when out in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;He'd carry a bloody umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a vampire named Cullen -&lt;br /&gt;A boy so depressingly sullen...&lt;br /&gt;So I hammered a stake&lt;br /&gt;(When he wasn't awake)&lt;br /&gt;In his heart, and then hammered his skull in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well vampires, we know, tend to dine&lt;br /&gt;On blood and the like, that’s all fine –&lt;br /&gt;But then, hold on a minute!&lt;br /&gt;That’s bloody dumb, innit?&lt;br /&gt;Since when do they sparkle and shine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i got limerick wise, but now for the best part.&lt;br /&gt;anyone no where i can get that shirt- the one that says ' and then buffy slayed Edward. the end"? cos this made me want one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZwM3GvaTRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RZwM3GvaTRM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8513883836124018374?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8513883836124018374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8513883836124018374' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8513883836124018374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8513883836124018374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/peacock-feather.html' title='peacock feather'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-315160593118279239</id><published>2009-07-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:38:20.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extra, Extra, music in the mind, Drives girl insane! read all about it!</title><content type='html'>it is quite another to have them play over and over and over in your heard without being able to stop them, singing/whispering/humming along... and that is what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;it was never this 'bad' with 'les miz' and even the wonderful ' double digits' only stuck with me 2 days( i only saw it once, though)&lt;br /&gt;by the way, if you search 'double digits' on you tube, 3 of the songs/scenes have started to appear! you can now watch  the songs ' oh no!' ' limbo/butterfly' and 'rejected' with their scenes. how cool is that? more will be comming soon i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to what i was saying, Newsies has taken over my mind!  i know OWN it on DVD, and have memorized two of the songs. " Seize the day' and 'Once and for all'( you can see the songs on youtube, although the quality is bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you hear me huming random tunes or saying something about 'five thousand fists in the sky' or  'proud and defiant, we'll slay the giant' or something about '&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;santa Fe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;' the know that it comes from Newsies.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen it, oh, half a dozen times. and a pic of david is my phone's wallpaper( from the Seize the Day scene, no less)&lt;br /&gt;now to get Once and For all as my ring tone.. hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the Banner!&lt;br /&gt;Anna Out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-315160593118279239?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/315160593118279239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=315160593118279239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/315160593118279239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/315160593118279239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/extra-extra-music-in-mind-drives-girl.html' title='Extra, Extra, music in the mind, Drives girl insane! read all about it!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7701480736951621314</id><published>2009-07-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:14:15.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...and still singin'</title><content type='html'>i returned from a family reunion last night!the three day event was for my mom's side of the family, and i had lots of fun hanging out with my fave cousins- you know who you are guys!&lt;br /&gt;the ocean tried to kill me, i discovered that i am allergic to the sun( if i stay out for more than 2 hours) i lost all of my gameboy/ds games:( and almost had a nervous break down during the Scottish skit i had several huge roles in, but on the bright side, i with the aid of Emmza, Magpie and Mouse, discovered a musical that is now on my list of favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;the little known 1992 Disney musical 'Newsies&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very well received- it was the first live action musical in quiet some time, but it is nonetheless wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;staring  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Bale, David Moscow, Robert &lt;/span&gt;Duvall&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bill Pullman&lt;/span&gt;, it tells the story of the 1899 'Newsies( boys who bought papers ( at two for a penny) and the sold them on the streets of New York for a penny)' Strike. It follows the story not only of the strike, but of the kids/teens who led it-( fictional characters begin here) Jack, an orphan who longs to leave new york( and his past) and live in Santa Fe, David the oldest boy in his family, who along with little brother Les, must work to support his family after his father's accident in a factory and subsequent unemployment. the two boys band together to fight when the prices they must pay for the papers go up- as they already barely make it, this tenth of a penny will be the end for them- with Jack as the brawn, face and general leader of the strike, and David as the voice of reason and brains behind Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie has some great songs, most of which are currently stuck in my head, the best of which are 'The World Will Know', 'Seize the Day' and 'Once and for All'. it is one of the most inspiring musicals i know of, and being the nut that i am, i make instant connections with les&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;miz.&lt;br /&gt;for example, over the course of the film, we learn that Jack once was arrested( during the film he is 17) for stealing a small amount of food, and attempted escapes from 'the refuge' .&lt;br /&gt;we also lean that his name, Jack Kelly, is an alias for something else( like Valjean's ' M. Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song 'the world will know is almost like a cross between les&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miz'&lt;/span&gt;s 'do you hear the people sing', and 'red and black'. the opening song, carrying the banner, is similar to 'look down', and in general, just like many mizzie songs, the songs of Newsies( by the man who wrote the songs for beauty and the beast, and the little mermaid) make me want to rise up and sing along, and shake a fist for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't seen it, i recommend watching it- it is available on DVD, through net flicks and Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this same note, if you enjoyed it, try reading the book '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uprising&lt;/span&gt;' by M. P. Haddix, the story of three very different girls all connected to the Mill workers Strike and later the Mill Fires of 1910- the worst work place disaster in America aside from 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;i leave you with a final quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All it takes is one Voice. that becomes a hundred, and then a thousand, unless it is silenced"-Brian Denton, played by Bill Pullman&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000597/" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/wl-catf-treatment-castlist/position-21/images/b.gif?link=/name/nm0000597/';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7701480736951621314?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7701480736951621314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7701480736951621314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7701480736951621314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7701480736951621314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-backand-still-singin.html' title='I&apos;m back...and still singin&apos;'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4254093529858605273</id><published>2009-07-04T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:29:40.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAA- not just on tv! and aliens too.</title><content type='html'>the vampires are gonna have to wait. this is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, i went to a concert with mom and dad- they were playing down by the water- there were fireworks and all( on the third!) and it was cool. they did some stuff from beauty and the beast, west side story and sound of music- and some patriotic stuff too. they actually asked everyone to sing along- i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around 10, we started for home, but decided to stop for ice cream. we did, but then couldn't get the car to start- something was wrong with the 28 year old key. it was worn down, and we had no spare. just then, lo and behold, apeared a AAA guy, who had stopped for coffee!&lt;br /&gt;you know those ads, right? on tv? were the car runs out of gas, late at night, and then there is a knock at the window, and its a AAA guy? i thought that was all just stupid tv gimmicks. but it happened for real! they guy gave my mom and me a ride to our house, to get a spare key for the car( half way there dad dod something with a screwdriver that MR AAA had recomended, and got the car working.)&lt;br /&gt;cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;i also bought 4 fantasy novels at  The Other Change of Hobbit, a local fantasy sci fi book store.&lt;br /&gt;that was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, well, this morning i saw the last half of Ibndapendace day, which caused me to go into Bruce Coville is AMAZING mode. if you've seen indapendance day, and read any of BC's sci fi stuff( i recomend the ' aliens ate my homework' quartet, as well as the short story 'in our own hands') you will know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;'in our own hands' does make some good points, though, and it is more on par with the subject of freedom, the world has a whole, choosing, so on and so forth&lt;br /&gt;Anna Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4254093529858605273?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4254093529858605273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4254093529858605273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4254093529858605273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4254093529858605273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/aaa-not-just-on-tv-and-aliens-too.html' title='AAA- not just on tv! and aliens too.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4240856078935781828</id><published>2009-07-01T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:31:45.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of Fridays, Robots, German Unicorns and Demon Stalker Ninja Squirrels</title><content type='html'>now, i ask myself, what is the point of me promising to write more often if i don't?&lt;br /&gt;i kept meaning to blog, but then i was distracted by some really great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fanfics&lt;/span&gt;, both of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digimon&lt;/span&gt; and the transformers variety. there is a list of faves located in my ff profile( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hedgi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naysomay&lt;/span&gt; aisling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the promised subjects!&lt;br /&gt;last Friday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Genun&lt;/span&gt; and i went to see the new Transformers movie- and it was spectacular. lots of action,  romance, places that look really cool( like Petra, which i think is even cooler than pyramids, so there)some unanswered questions answered at long last, new questions formed, great plot, a set up for a third film, and of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;, because no action/sci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; flick is complete without- explosions.  does this say bad things about me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; fairy certain it does :)&lt;br /&gt;before the movie  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Genun&lt;/span&gt; and i hug out at teen Games( at the local library) where we tied for last place in Apples to Apples- it was very fun. my fave part was when the green card was 'sexy', and low and behold, what was in my hand but 'vampires'! not that i think vampires are sexy, but hey, i won the card, didn't i? on the subject of which, next post i have some Anti-Twilight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;limericks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  then we got crepes and wantons, and saw the movie- during which my bike, my beloved, if cheap, small and heavy bike was stolen. a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disguise&lt;/span&gt;, really, because now i can get a bike that i can ride without kneeing myself in the nose every time i pedal- anyway- then we got ice cream, and that was my awesome friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as most of you know i am a Fantasy Freak, and thus have a deep love for unicorns! as a kid, my fave book was 'Sarah's Unicorn'( by, and i olny just discovered this- none other than Bruce Coville!) my fave movie was 'the last unicorn', follwed by my litle pony( because most of them were unicorns. keep in mind, i'm at that moment  like 5- unicorns were my life)&lt;br /&gt;even now, if you look at my colection of fantasy it is like this- dragon, unicorn, fairy tale- unicon, dragon,dragon, unicorn, fairy tale, fairy tale, fablehaven, unicorn, unicorn..... and on and on. well, i also have a deep love of 'the last unicorn's soundtrack, and when i got my MP3, i was happy- i could finaly get the songs! only sone of the best ones, like 'walking Man's Road' and 'In the Sea' arn't avablable online... so i looked every where for the CD. as it turns out, it ONLY came out in GERMANY!!! the lyrics are still in English, but.. so i ordered it on Amazon, and it came to day- "Das Letzte Einhorn". i have already listend to it 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the DEMON NINJA STALKER SQUIRRLES!&lt;br /&gt;yesderday, Genun and i met for ice cream, and sat out under a larhge tree on the campus green, just talking and jokeing.. when a SQUIRREL came out of nowhere, perched inches from our heads on the tre. we told it to shoo, but the thing just wouldnt, so we moved to a differnt tree. it followed us, begging for food..and it kept following us, darting around like a little ninja! it was cute and all, but it i mean, it IS a wild animal, and it just would not leave us be! we finaly diched the trees, and it still came very close until i made a demon-be-gone cross with my fingers, out of fun.. and only then did it leave.. i feel certain it was watching us though.. nut-for-brains little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there is a little fawn outside right now, so i am going to end my postso i came stare at it and say 'awwww, cute!' every few minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4240856078935781828?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4240856078935781828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4240856078935781828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4240856078935781828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4240856078935781828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-fridays-robots-german-unicorns-and.html' title='of Fridays, Robots, German Unicorns and Demon Stalker Ninja Squirrels'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3424697219300885150</id><published>2009-06-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:31:01.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i had a creative title.. but i lost it.</title><content type='html'>ah! its 3:10 on a Monday afternoon, and I'm home, not at school waiting for the bell to ring as the history teacher firmly states that we can't go till the bell has rung, because it is SUMMER! I've only been out of school for a week, but it feels like ages.. already i've written four reviews for the teen reading program( see below ad), gone swimming, gotten sunburned, written a page and a half of Daughter-, decided that Nida's mom is a city parks planner, and that the town she lives in  needed a wooden, closed-forever- dilapidated boat house. and a haunted bike rack. and a small but fuzzy kitten to be named whatever it types on a keyboard. it was fun. i've also read at least a dozen books, including: the newest Maximum ride book( Max), a strange mystery/adventure called 'locked in'( a gift for entering the teen reading program, see below add)  and a handful of Nancy Drew- Hardy Boy super mysteries, which are about 15 years old, and i got very cheep at the local half price.&lt;br /&gt;mom and i finished reading, The Hunger Games( it's about the 12 time i've read it') and when we were done i was just in tears, not just because of the story , but because it was over. i do this on a regular bases, you must understand.  i can not wait until the next one comes out.   i also just read 'the book theif' everyone needs to read it. everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we( mom and i) also began reading 'dragon spear' fun fact- in the book there is a minor character named 'Pella".  i have several 'Pellas' in my list of characters in stories, mind stories and fanfictions list. there isn't a connection, but it still made me feel happy. this is, of course, coming from the girl who shrieked with glee upon discovering Mimi Lastnamestartswitha-T-andhasa-W from digimon listed as an editor in the school paper's joke edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also watched several movies, including the first transformers movie( in anticipation for seeing the next one this Friday night, something that makes my reaction to mimi's name seem like  nothing, that is how excited happy i am) a couple of Disney channel things, that were actually pretty good( Dadnapped and Hatching Pete.) and a movie from the 70's called war games- it was really good, intense and creepy.. i recommend it, even if just to giggle over how dated the computers are. computers are a huge part of the movie, for anyone who hasn't seen it. as in, really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post was my 13th of this year, i just realized. 13 is the magicaest number of them all!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm going to read some fanfiction now.&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-3424697219300885150?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3424697219300885150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3424697219300885150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3424697219300885150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3424697219300885150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-creative-title-but-i-lost-it.html' title='i had a creative title.. but i lost it.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5545173455782634480</id><published>2009-06-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:34:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!* looks around *</title><content type='html'>is everyone there? is anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know it's been ages since i blogged. i'm a bad blogger! i admit it! ah ha!&lt;br /&gt;so.. school is out. summer's here. i've already entered a thing at the library, speaking of which:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R5k6Wp_BHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1R5k6Wp_BHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah... it was amazing!i also read some great books. *hint*bookbatsworld *hint* i promise i'll be more active! so far, summers been pretty nice. i got a pool pass, so every couple days, i plan on biking up the hill to the pool, swimming, then zooming down o the library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also gotten a lot of work done on character development for one of my stories, Daughter of the waves. i really like my characters!&lt;br /&gt;well, it's time for me to go eat. leave a review at the beep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5545173455782634480?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5545173455782634480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5545173455782634480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5545173455782634480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5545173455782634480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-looks-around.html' title='Hi!* looks around *'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-386390571879777989</id><published>2009-05-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:00:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Digits</title><content type='html'>everyone here knows that i love les miz, right?&lt;br /&gt;well, it is no longer my fave musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i saw the fourth showing of the BHS spring musical, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double Digits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, don't g to google- it most likely won't be there - yet.&lt;br /&gt;the musical was written by two BHS seniors- dialogue, music, everything. and it was amazing. stunning. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the drama teacher told us about it, all she really said was 'it is about fifth graders, dealing with the trails of being between 'kid' and 'teen', suffering 'pointless' tests, and there is an abusive power at the school'.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought- it'll be like Matilda, only with less psychic powers and older kids.&lt;br /&gt;how wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i saw was not Matilda... it was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy shop war&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;meets&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Return from Witch Mountain&lt;/span&gt; meets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bar code tattoo&lt;/span&gt;. but with fifth graders.. ok, so the kids are 5th graders in candy shop wars.. yeah, ok... (spoilers alert!!! this is review mixed with what happens!!!)&lt;br /&gt; the main character is Annie- played by a friend of mine who was perfect for the role- a girl who is the classic teacher's pet. shy, studious, uncomfortable around other kids, striving to get into a prestigious private school near by. the first so is 'limbo, one of the best, although each song is stirring and wonderful. on the fist day of school, annie laments having to go to a school where 'they're all just kids', while other students talk about making something of themselves, and the transition between single digits, and being ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the bell rings, ending the song.&lt;br /&gt;right away, a pop quiz is passed out. just after, dashul, a returning fifth grader after flunking spanish, enters. he is seated next to annie :)&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, the principal discovers she slept in, and the secretary, the yappy, hyper, sunnshine-y betty sue, yammers on and on. Principal K realizes her ex, the prinipal of the local, prestigous school for gifted students, has been named principal of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,  the janitor sings about having to clean up, but being intrested in the brain, and hiw it works.&lt;br /&gt;at annies house&lt;br /&gt;annie learns she has been rejected from the school, even though she has strived for years to be perfect. following the letter, the song 'rejected' plays, wherein future annie tells the young girl that her life was destroyed because she was rejected- she fell in with the wrong crowed, took up smoking, dropped out, had a child, became a prostitute. in dispare, annie runs from the house- knocking over dashul, who scolds her for not carring, and only thinking about school, rather than appreciating whats around her. he mentions he had come to ask for tutorinfg, but after the heated discussion, he leaves. Annie calls him back, asking if friday would work. he agrees, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday rolls around, and the two sit studying( yes, they do study!) when annie's pinky brushes Dashuls, starting the song 'oh no!'(  they start to show that they each have a crush on the other) which ends with dashul blurting out the question, " annie, will you be my girlfriend?" to which she squeaks 'ok!'&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, the preppy, popular girl, Victoria, calls Dashul's house, as she has already spoken about how she has a crush on him to her gang of wannabes. she is heartbroken to learn he is doing homework at 'some girls house' in the scene, we also see that dashul's home life is the opposite of annie's- while her parents pressure her to be the best, his father is a bum and his waitress mother constantly insults her husband, and neither seem to expect their son to do anything with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday morning, the test scores are announced- with very few exceptions, the were awful.the teacher displays one student( duke) 's  bubble sheet- he has spelled out 'poop' the class thinks this hilarious, and they begin to re-take the test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal Kathleen gets a call from the school board- if the test scores do not go up, she will be fired. then, mr. weedmore, the afore mentioned ex and principal of the month, calls, and gloats in her face, angering her. thus begins the song, desperate measure() my other favorite) ( this song is very similar to les miz's 'one day more')&lt;br /&gt;while kathleen sings about how desperate measures must be taken, and frets, she comes up with a plan, and orders betty sue to get the janitor, and Duke.&lt;br /&gt;duke has been plotting with his friends about how to get into the girls bathroom. she brings both to the office,  where the janitor preforms some sort of operation by this time, school is out, and students gather on the steps. the popular girls sing about nail polish( i like pink, blue is better, blue is for boys, pink is for girls) victoria sings that she is going to live the life she wants. dashul and annie sing in spanish/english respectively as they study. one student, dressed in a cape, says, as he bashes super heroes together that 'no one's gonna boss me around this year' all the songs inter twin, with a slightly melancholy tone&lt;br /&gt;kathleen's voice then takes over as she repeats the opening of the song, then stops, asking duke, who is sitting up strait, a series of questions, ending with a repeating decimal number question. it is clear he has become robotic.&lt;br /&gt;everyone repeats their part of the song, and the music fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, duke is acting strange, but everyone is too caught up in themselves- even annie- to notice. dashul alone sees something is wrong, causing him to shout at the class for not noticing that somethig is wrong. the teacher yells at him, and dashul and annie fight- she just wants him to sit down, and behave, but he refuses to stop until the class sees that duke isn't acting like duke- even at a 'butt' joke he doesn't laugh. storming out, dashul overhears walter- the janitor, telling kathleen he only has enough equipment to 'do' one more student. kathleen gives him money, telling him to get anything he needs, she wants half the school changed by christmas. as he leaves, Dashul confronts him, after which the janitor grabs him, and they preform the operation on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie goes to visit dashul, to apologize for the way she acted when he was right, but he, now robotic, brushes her off saying that he was at fault, and he needs to do his math. she pleads with him to tell her what happened, and he responds with the crypic phrase- ask the janitor. annie cries, but is comforted by peter the insect boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of act one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act two opens with a play ground scene, wherein everyone is dressed the same, and speaks in a monotone., repeating song lyrics like 'sara and jonny sitting in a tree' ' one two buckle my shoe' and 'down by the banks of the hankey pankey' it is one of the creepiest parts of the play.&lt;br /&gt;slowly, the last three students- Annie, Peter and Victoria emerge, and are filled with fear, wishing it was all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;they take a test, and are worried. annie decides she needs to find out what happened , and she and peter sneak out of class, surprising the janitor. annie recalls what dashul told her, and begins to question him, at which point he breaks down and confesses- he thought it was for the greater good, and didn't know it would make them emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;later at annies house, the four meets, and victoria asks why the should trust her," you're just like them" annie gets angry and insists that she isn't, and feels bad because she gas no friends,. at last, they agree on a plan. but after the meeting, victoria calls up kathleen, saying there is something she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the next day's test, annie, victoria and peter sneak out- peter is sent to find walt and then get the kids out of class, one by one, so walt came do the reverse operation. Annie and victoria go to stop betty sue and kathleen. they jump betty sue, tying a potato sack around her, and proceed to the principals office, where annie triumphantly declares that it is over, the students have won, she ( kathleen) is out numbered, at which point victoria, holding a jump rope, hows her true side, and ties up annie. kathleen reveals that she knew all about the plan, and pulls a bound walt up from behind her desk. while victoria sits to the side, kathleen speaks about how she didn't want yo have to change annie- she was her star pupil, but she has no choice now. walt declare he will not do the operation, and kathleen says that he is 'just a janitor- expendable' very afraid, annie  struggles to free herself, while kathleen gloats over her title as principal of the month. suddenly, peter appears, saying he couldn't find walt- the panics. as betty sue and kathleen attempt to seize him, he pulls a vial from his pocket, uncapping it. it contains a powerful spider venom that makes the two women hallucinate , and faint. peter then unties the captives, and walt laments about how his tools were destroyed- there is no hope. they try to think of a way to save the kids, when walt recalls that the spider venom peter has will, in the right dosage, cause the kid's brains to reject the influence of the microchip he implanted. they race into the classroom, and begin to shove rags with the venom on them under the kids' noses. the students, now free, run out, after betty sue and kathleen, who have fled. only dashul remains, and annie frees him. he begins to tell her about the plot, when she interrupts, telling him everyone is free, and tanking him, saying she couldn't have done it without him. they apologize for the fight, and  leave the classroom, where the rest of the kids have tied up kathleen and betty sue, with swords held to their throats. annie tries to convince the kids not to hurt them, not to sink to their level, but they ignore her, as she isn't a friend to them, and they want revenge. finally dashul cries out loudly to 'listen to her( annie), and they quiet down. annie apologizes for never trying to be their friend, and makes a speech, after which they allow the women to leave, warning them never to return. they have recess, and sing 'limbo' agai, during the song, victoria says she is sorry, but she isn't forgiven- yet.  annie gives dashul a quick kiss, they sing the final lime 'but i'm stuck here down in limbo till that recess  bell rings' and the curtain closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now you know the story, and a wonderful one it is. one of the best ever.  a recording was made of the song, and i will be buying it.:)&lt;br /&gt;apparently, an unconfirmed rumor that a Broadway scout was in the audience circulated- i hope so, this musical should be shared with the world! so, look for it in a few years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-386390571879777989?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/386390571879777989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=386390571879777989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/386390571879777989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/386390571879777989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-digits.html' title='Double Digits'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2465423039425897243</id><published>2009-04-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:02:44.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, hello, hello hello!</title><content type='html'>i'm blogging because it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;let me see&lt;br /&gt;THE GOOD&lt;br /&gt;i got a used GBA and many games as a late birthday gift from my friend, Shayla, and this made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;i finished Star testing, at last at last! until next year. drat.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten more writing done in the past week that in quite a while&lt;br /&gt;sisters grimm 7 came out early- i read it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BAD:&lt;br /&gt;last night, my cat was trapped in the crawl space  for 12 hours! we found him this morning, poor thing!&lt;br /&gt; i have a headache&lt;br /&gt; a fave character is .. sniff.. sniff. darn you Buckley!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UGLY:&lt;br /&gt;i lost my very, very important lilac notebook, with tons of character profiles, prophecies, songs, vocab and other details for my stories.. i haven't a clue were it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls camp is going to be unfun this year.. i'm going to be miserable.- just think, if i had thought earlier, ' lets not do camp' i COULD have auditioned for, and probably gotten into, the teen version of LES MIZ, being put on in my city. my dream play! but i thought, no, camp.&lt;br /&gt;and now look, SHE will be there. i don't feel like explaining- see hedgi's ( located to the right) post from a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2465423039425897243?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2465423039425897243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2465423039425897243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2465423039425897243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2465423039425897243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-hello-hello-hello.html' title='well, hello, hello hello!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7028242001806993251</id><published>2009-04-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:13:20.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so soon?</title><content type='html'>hey, that's right, i'm blogging, again! oh, wow! didn't i just blog less than a few days ago? by heck, i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it is like, 8:00, and my homework is DON!!! mostly. i need to print up a picture, but fist i has to talk to my dad, and since he is not here at this very moment, i am done. take that life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was one of my 'if i can get though today, all will be well' days. funny thing, this school year, i've had three of those, and they've all been Thursdays. forget Mondays, it's bad luck icky Thursdays! today i had my final Julius Caesar test.. ugg, nightmare! i mean, shakespeare's awesome and all but.. confusingness!  my poor brain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note.. my buddy Merry is halfway through Dragon Flight.. yay( merry, where are you in it?)&lt;br /&gt;yay, we can discus it and how utterly amazing the ending is. i love the ending, it freaking rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon i start on my next fan fic project with Genun- a fablehaven collection of what ifs. it will be funny and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote like, three paragraphs of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daughter&lt;/span&gt; last night/this morning, and it made nme happy. turns out, Nida doesn't like math either. what a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just plain happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here is something.&lt;br /&gt;a memory type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years ago, i was in a choir- i didn't like it much, because i like to sing what i like, not what ppl tell me to, particularly when they make us sing stuff in latin, because i don't know what i'm saying and what if i mess up? but that's besides the point. one of the songs that the other girls- not me, i was't a soprano( the song is for an alto in the first place, so why was it only for- NVM!!)&lt;br /&gt;amyway, one song i did not gwt to learn was 'candle on the water' but from listening, i picked up some parts of it.. it was pretty, but back then i wasn't into singing as much, and didn't know i could find lyrics online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, or maybe the year before that, i was staying at my gramma's over night, and i woke to piano music.. but it was that song! so i came down, singing the chorus, 'cause i knew that part, and Gramma stopped playing, asking if i knew it.. i said not really, but while she played, i sang what i did know, and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on the topic of memory, my earliest memorie is from when i was almost 3. i clearly recall standing or sitting near the steps, asking my dad' when will i be three' ist crazy or what?&lt;br /&gt;i have memories fom being 4 and 5 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have spent 15 minuts blogging, and now i am done. my diary feels neglected, i'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7028242001806993251?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7028242001806993251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7028242001806993251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7028242001806993251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7028242001806993251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-soon.html' title='so soon?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8557138563244593705</id><published>2009-04-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:54:47.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just cleaned my room last week</title><content type='html'>and already it is a mess. ha! take that, life! i have skills.&lt;br /&gt;able to mess up a clean room in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so most of it was cause a spider went under the bed, and i made mom vacuum it up, and in the process we had to get everything out from under the bed.... have i ever mentioned how much i fear spiders? i honestly can't do anything. they petrify me. i had a big book, but couldn't come close enough to squish it... sigh. I'm like, the biggest Coward in the world. list time!&lt;br /&gt;i fear:&lt;br /&gt;spiders&lt;br /&gt;snakes&lt;br /&gt;the dark&lt;br /&gt;being alone at night&lt;br /&gt;getting lost&lt;br /&gt;death&lt;br /&gt;putting my head under water- be it lake, bath tub, sea, i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;fire- well, big fires- i don't mind candles, or wood stove fires...&lt;br /&gt;natural disasters&lt;br /&gt;my dad's temper&lt;br /&gt;heights- or rather, falling&lt;br /&gt;huge empty spaces - only when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;sharks&lt;br /&gt;volcanoes&lt;br /&gt;and a host of other things. am i a wimp? yes, yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;but moving on to other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to focus on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daughter of the Waves&lt;/span&gt; for a while, as I'm going no where with my other stories. i had an idea for some action in the middle, so I've been editing and revising what i have.  it was fun- i went over everything i had- all 12 pages- last night.&lt;br /&gt;my drama improv group is going well- we have a name now- the Flying(or frying, freaking, fighting) mongeese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote a poem /poem fic. for Gregor the overlander. lots of people agree with me- Gregor and Luxa are a great couple, and deserve a happily ever after. hey, that's what fanfics are for. my fan-fic profile is located to your right- 'Hegdi Naysomay Aisling' I've written a total of 3 things, but i plan on fixing that, as soon as the plot bunnies( 5 of them), plot cat, plot seahorse, plot pigeon, and plot unicorns start behaving. they all took the month of- aparently, narnia is great this time of year...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;moving on, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bookbat's world, as i bring up time and time again( hint hint) is doing poorly- i havn't posted in a while, but i do plan on fixing that, with some reviews forth comming. i spent some time on the calender too- and all i can say is i can't wait for may. so much to be told!! for example:&lt;br /&gt;dragon slippers: what did JDGeorge's clue 'Volcanoe' mean? what's up with creel and luka?&lt;br /&gt;pjo: will my theory prove true? what was the prophecy about percy? what is the fate of our world???&lt;br /&gt;sis grimm: who's the master? who's the master- i've waited for 4 years, tell me already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there will be more.  if you have any theories about these books, or other upcoming books, wander over to BBW( link located to your right at the top of the page) and start a thread,. please? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, can someone tell me how to put movies from you tube onto my blog? one will be going up in about 2 weeks- the TeensRead ad i was in over the weekend at the library. yes, i was in an ad. at the library.&lt;br /&gt;it involves a tinfoil coverd unicorn, fake blood a sword fight and pie to the face. staring the Teen Play readers of the bpl. filming of spy scequence by Jack Baur. Yes, Jack Baur filmed for us. we love you Jack!- although he probably isn't reading this, as i didn't give him my blog, only my email  :)&lt;br /&gt;heh. well, best be going. i've got things to do.. they involve cleaning my room, darn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8557138563244593705?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8557138563244593705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8557138563244593705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8557138563244593705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8557138563244593705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-cleaned-my-room-last-week.html' title='i just cleaned my room last week'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1912604412731086546</id><published>2009-04-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:04:23.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break.......</title><content type='html'>WHAT I HAVE DONE DURING SPRING BREAK SO FAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; watched all 26 episodes of Huntik, a new favorite TV show from italy. i adore it. really, i do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annoyed tcm by talking about Huntik. for hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished Sandry's book and Daja's book and begun Tris's book- yes, mom and i are reading/listening out of order.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned my room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;written about 10 pages in my journal- a gift from Jeni R, whom i love!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; been pestered by tcm about stones of destiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tried to kill writer's block and failed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent 8 hours on fanfiction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent 8 hours on yahoo! answers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read 3 fantasy novels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gone to the library&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;explained to mom why i dislike  math problems like the following : x(8y+4)=65,  y=7 x 6x:  find both 'x' and 'y'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eaten a cupcake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did english homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and history homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed my cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up at 5, then remembered i had no seminary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;started a movie- but the power is off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;what i still have to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish that movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do more English homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more history homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go kayaking with my friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see if i can hang out with a friend tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not spoil the ending of a great book for  my cousins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raid mom's chocolate stash while she is away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get mom to pay me for watching some of the siblings of her four year old violin class students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write more in my journal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;defeat writer's block.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i can has luck???&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1912604412731086546?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1912604412731086546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1912604412731086546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1912604412731086546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1912604412731086546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='spring break.......'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8215158060087065472</id><published>2009-04-01T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:22:12.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random things of happiness</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;lately I've been down( to the point of leaving school at noon yesterday and going home)&lt;br /&gt;so I've decided to blog about the happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;1. i finished Fablehaven: Secret of the Dragon Preserve.&lt;br /&gt;2. it was amazingly wonderful, with just the right amount of 'what the heck, no! no! no!' moments and 'aww, that so sweet" moments. Brandon Mull does it again!&lt;br /&gt;3. Mom and I have been reading 'Sandry's Book" by Tamora Peirce. today i got it on Audio Book so i can rest my sore throat! the recording is done by Fullcast Audio, a comapny run by author Bruce Coville, where each Caracter has a differnt voice actor/actress.&lt;br /&gt;4. today was the joke edition of the school paper- this made my day. because in tiny little letters, were the words 'news editor: Mimi Tachikawa'. most of you do not know why this makes my day. see, i am still obsessed with Digimon, and Mimi Tachikawa just so happens to be a character- meaning someone else at school put that in, for unknown reasons, and that just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;5.  it is almost spring break.&lt;br /&gt;6. my kitty haven't tried to murder each other.&lt;br /&gt;6. in Drama class, we are doing improv stuff, and we all got grouped up to prefore for the class as our final progect- we improv a set of games we choose to do in front of the class. my group is me and four of my awsome friends. it is going to be awsome.&lt;br /&gt;7. spring. spring means books. my friends are ALL starting to read books i like! now i can talk to linden about percy jackson, and Emma about sisters grimm and Genun about the crazy fablehaven book for. and i can talk to neyha about dragon slippers, and Katy about hunger games and Beastly, and a random girl in my  NEW p.e. class about Goose girl. and Jeremy about the circle of magic, and on, and on, and on, and YAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. no one is pestering me about my messy room.&lt;br /&gt;9. i have lots of pretty songs on my MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;10. i discovered that the books series that i thought was discontinued was not and that i can get the lext 4 book on line( never mind the fact that i won't, because they are all really $$$, like $57, because they were only in print for like, a year. and the libraries don't have them.&lt;br /&gt;11. mom and dad are talking about taking tcm and me to washington dc next summer- the library odf congress is there!!! i'm gonna sit and read all day long!&lt;br /&gt;12.  i got lots of sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;13- i wrote tons and tons of pages for my various stories in the past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8215158060087065472?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8215158060087065472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8215158060087065472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8215158060087065472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8215158060087065472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-things-of-happiness.html' title='random things of happiness'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2687842293004440973</id><published>2009-03-19T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:23:51.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello. hello. hello. polly wanna cracker?</title><content type='html'>yes, i do want a cracker. or a candy bar.. but a cracker'd be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again to all my friends..wait- that sounds like.. OH NO I'M BARNEY!  RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, hi. it is tursday. it is sunny. so why am i in a funk? my tire got punctured. i'm hungry. i'm sleepy. mom's got a student over. the library says i owe them money- they forget to check things in all the time, darn them. ugg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, lets se what''s tomorrow- test. quiz. test. COUSINS!!! yes, the cousins are comming and life will be amazing. tomooorow will be my day( or the univers is gonna be sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other good thinks about today:&lt;br /&gt;JOEJerk hasn't touched me since i shouted at him in the halls to 'never touch me again you creep' win.&lt;br /&gt;and i have speaker for my MP3 player now- i is happy. and my hw is done, though i thought it'd take me all afternoon. and there is a cat on my lap... little goose.&lt;br /&gt;hey, everyone, there is now a calender on B.B.W, with mentions of books comming out. check it. it has the dates and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today-&lt;br /&gt;i finnished a reall creepy book- like 'day after tomorrow' creepy. called 'life as we knew it' go read it- i'll do a B.B.W review for it in a week or so. but i'm going to keep a diary/journal for good this time, and not lose it. i'll use the one i got for my b-day, from jenni.. see, i won't spoil anything, but one character tells another in it ' we may not have a future, but no one can deny we have a past."&lt;br /&gt;plus, why not leave something for postarity to read, aside from poems. maybe in 100 years, it'll be quoted in some history or liturature text book. now thats an idea- do you think anyone who ever recoreded their thoughts ever thinks that?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2687842293004440973?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2687842293004440973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2687842293004440973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2687842293004440973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2687842293004440973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-hello-hello-polly-wanna-cracker.html' title='hello. hello. hello. polly wanna cracker?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3582801237412927738</id><published>2009-03-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:44:54.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events of exciement/importance'/><title type='text'>Pics from Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ72evXKkI/AAAAAAAAADY/KFVOzZApW8M/s1600-h/No+Limos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ72evXKkI/AAAAAAAAADY/KFVOzZApW8M/s320/No+Limos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310935667727346242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this sign was outside the building- good thing we were in a mini cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ7d8gjyRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aSotaQR89Nk/s1600-h/Anna+and+Vincent+Prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ7d8gjyRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aSotaQR89Nk/s320/Anna+and+Vincent+Prom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310935246221592850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Genun and me - his tie is in binary- it says 'Ties suck. ' Don't we look awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ69WJOgUI/AAAAAAAAADI/d3E04Kzxlxo/s1600-h/Anna+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ69WJOgUI/AAAAAAAAADI/d3E04Kzxlxo/s320/Anna+close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310934686167368002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  here's me! i feel like Mia from Princess Diaries-  just, wow! Heather MV from my chuch did my hair and make up, and i felt so beautiful.. i kinda look like snow White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post: more pics! promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-3582801237412927738?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3582801237412927738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3582801237412927738' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3582801237412927738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3582801237412927738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/pics-from-prom.html' title='Pics from Prom'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SbQ72evXKkI/AAAAAAAAADY/KFVOzZApW8M/s72-c/No+Limos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2650734412396211752</id><published>2009-02-27T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:25:24.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank the stars, it's friday.</title><content type='html'>oh, friday, friday, friday. i love it so.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm listening to my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=20232BA8F9D1327C"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soundtrack of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, right now, and having fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;i read a book this afternoon, 'Tiger Moon' it was confusing, and more than a bit sad, but good overall, mixing elements of Hindu with all the beauty of fairy tales like those of Italy- it was a nice book, although the plot didn't quite snatch me up.&lt;br /&gt;i did manage to solve the riddle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last post i pestered everyone to visit Bookbat's. did anyone? please, leave a comment, or better yet, a review. i'm fixing it so you don't even need to be a member to post. for anyone new, Bookbat's world is a book reviewing webbie i created last year. a place where people like me can write about books and recomend them to others, or just talk to other fans.. it hasn't been ver active, and i'm hoping to get more members on, and re-open it, modified and better. the link is to your right. just drop by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i survived basket ball of PE.. next up, Ultimate Frisbee. oh joy, oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING of joy..&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the Mrom- the Mormon Prom, for 16-18 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;and i have a date( sorta). i'm so excited!!! G'ma's making me a dress, been working on it for ages. it's dark blue silk, and so pretty, like a dream... i've been walking on air just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in a spoof on the Twilight movie for drama. i'm narator. YES!&lt;br /&gt;and there is a cookie on my bed!&lt;br /&gt;well, i best be going now, leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2650734412396211752?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2650734412396211752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2650734412396211752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2650734412396211752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2650734412396211752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-stars-its-friday.html' title='thank the stars, it&apos;s friday.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3030628757496950027</id><published>2009-02-26T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:28:05.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting/plays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events of exciement/importance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webbsites'/><title type='text'>of books, fanfics, talentshows and some randomness</title><content type='html'>hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;been a bit, i guess. sorry about that. let me see: books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; read many good ones- you know the kind- hug to your chest and never want to let go? that kind maximum ride: final warning tops this weeks list, followed closely by 'uprising' the story of three girls during the American industrial revolution/ mill fires. it was rather sad, and very different from anything else the author has written. my fave line? " the story starts, like so much else, with Hope. Hope, and daring, and Dreams" gosh, is the beautiful or what? and then there was 'the Ruby Key' an amazing fantasy story.&lt;br /&gt;also on the topic of books-  this just in:&lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1225157058"&gt;13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; reality&lt;/a&gt; book 2: hunt for dark infinity'  followed in a matter of days by the next 39 clues book( think, national treasure, but more clues, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;, and with orphans and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; pair( is that spelled right? aw, heck with it. u know what i mean) w/ a nose ring)i. can't. wait. that that only starts off the spring season! at the end of the month, Brandon Mull pulls out 'secret of the dragon preserve' the 4Th &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1223155385"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fablehaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. then in may, &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1227402890"&gt;sisters Grimm&lt;/a&gt; book 7 emerges, and the Masters identity is finally revealed! later that month, all my questions are answered with the final '&lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1234232076"&gt;Creel and the dragons&lt;/a&gt;' book by Jessica Day George( if you haven't yet read her, stop reading this and GO READ HER BOOKS. thanks to a recommendation by yours truly, the local library system has 6 copies of 'Dragon slippers' all checked out at the moment, and 7 copies of 'dragon flight' on the way. i feel very pleased with my self. and lastly, also in may, all is revealed in the last Percy Jackson book, 'the last Olympian'. dang that was a lot of advertising.&lt;br /&gt;in the semi near future, regarding books,  in 2010, summer, the long awaited &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1221186001"&gt;UNICORN CHRONICLES &lt;/a&gt;book 4, the Last Hunt comes out.&lt;br /&gt;i am doing a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; have only been waiting since '94 to read it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been waiting since '02. Bruce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colville&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Evile&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cliffies&lt;/span&gt;. but not as bad as one Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heimerdinger&lt;/span&gt;! 3 years ago we got a 'to be continued' with about 20 lives( of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; we love), the fate of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nephites&lt;/span&gt;, a cursed sword, heck THE FATE OF THE BOOK OF MORMON ITSELF hanging in the balance. and 2 weddings. possibly more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;colville&lt;/span&gt; had the fate of some beloved( no pun intended, for your unicorn readers) characters in limbo for 8 or so years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, as i do a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;i finished my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4700228/1/Dark_Serenity"&gt;Dark Serenity&lt;/a&gt;. it was the first story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever finished, written, and submitted for others to read. or just plain story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; finished. i even got over 60 reviews! how awesome is that? it was kinda sad, like my baby was all grown up, and suddenly gone.. is this what mom's gonna feel like when i go off  on my own?&lt;br /&gt;talent show: so i was in it, and it was fun. this one guy, Rene, did a light show, and i did my poem, 'sometimes i need to cry'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post it sometime. i was wearing a black top, red and black skirt, and my hair fluffed up into the fro it is. i didn't win, but i was 'only' doing a poem, and since everyone was into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;rapp&lt;/span&gt; junk.. a belly dancer won. she was really good through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomness.... i got into the audition only drama class- 12 students only/total, and all of us want to be in the class, so i won't need to deal with the  blanks i do now, who just make trouble. it is gonna rule. plus, we write the fall play! sweetness!&lt;br /&gt;lastly, please, please, visit &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bookbat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, write a review, please?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-3030628757496950027?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3030628757496950027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3030628757496950027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3030628757496950027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3030628757496950027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-books-fanfics-talentshows-and-some.html' title='of books, fanfics, talentshows and some randomness'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1929642302948119054</id><published>2009-02-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:38:15.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ialmost died, a long weekend, happiness and books</title><content type='html'>well, hello, hello!&lt;br /&gt;i am here!&lt;br /&gt;what has happened recently?&lt;br /&gt;i had a lovely time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday, including a gift from Jenni- a new journal, and Jessica Day George's latest book, Princess of the Midnight Ball. i have started it and i LOVE IT!  i really, truly love it! and then there's the matter of the title page, with a note in lime green ink, wishing my a happy 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.. i think i was in shock for a full 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose you are wondering about the first part of the title-' i almost died'. i had PE. we ran the mile. i had hurt my leg. enough said- or not! i ran as hard as i could- and it hurt badly, so i wouldn't have to run TWO MILES next week.&lt;br /&gt;i finished with 30 seconds to spare, and promptly collapsed on the field, on my side, breathing heavily. that was mistake number 2(first one was not running in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;lactic acid built up in my muscle and basically paralyzed them.. and since my arms were crossed on the ground in front of me, my lungs were rather cramped, squeezed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. since i already could hardly get enough air from the running, i now had to think, to concentrate, on each breath..no one seemed to notice me, and since i could barely get enough air to live, i couldn't call for help. i lay there praying for what seemed forever, although it was only 5 minutes. other students walked by me, not noticing. friends did too. i heard two kids joking about it -'Anna's dieing".. they never stopped to think.&lt;br /&gt;i know have a new look on the parable of the good Samaritan. because it was not a friend who noticed i was in need of help, not the teacher- with a class of 40 students, some still running, she never saw- but one of the boys that constantly made fun of me, teasing me, calling me names, making rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;after calling over the teacher, he went back to a game of football- but still, had he not noticed, who knows what would have happened?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i am going to hang out with cousins. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tis&lt;/span&gt; going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;i just realized i never told you about my 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!&lt;br /&gt;not much to tell- i went out to dinner, got a kite from dad, a book from mom, the end. not the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday i envisioned, but none of my cousins were around that whole week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; kind of bitter- i didn't even get a card. but lets not dwell on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to the happiness? i already covered the gift from Jessica d George/ Jenni. i'm also finaly at 50 reviews for my fan fic, and i'm nearly done with that as well. last night at a local bookstore, i found a book that B&amp;amp;N claims doesn't exists( they are found of claiming that), but didn't buy it, as i was short cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did well at the talent show auditions, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARS! i forgot- there is a huge storm right now! huge, huge ,huge! right off the ocean! 10 minutes ago, the ground was dry, npow its stooden, the clouds are like lead, and theworld is filled with the plink of rain on tile roof tops. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing: visit my profile on fanfiction( under 'authors' Hedgi Naysomay Aisling.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1929642302948119054?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1929642302948119054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1929642302948119054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1929642302948119054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1929642302948119054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/ialmost-died-long-weekend-happiness-and.html' title='ialmost died, a long weekend, happiness and books'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5312653677419394556</id><published>2009-02-09T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:17:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear, it has been far too long</title><content type='html'>i would love to say i had a perfectly wonderful excuse for not blogging, however i do not.&lt;br /&gt;don't eat me.&lt;br /&gt;well, quite a lot has happened since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt; i am now on chapter 10 of my  &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4700228/1/Dark_Serenity"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;digimon fan fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 16 years of age now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surviving PE.. i guess we are doing basket ball now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i auditioned for and did not make the school musical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i memorized about 1/2 the les miz soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room is cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a really good( in my opinion) essay in history about the Philosophes., and got an A plus on it- i may post it, if you ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i um...( what else did i do?) thought i had a wisdom tooth, but it was really a huge canker sore that made it impossible to speak for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began work on a little writing project about the story of the six swans- from the PoV of the sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not worked on SOD, as i am very stuck.... same gos for DOTW and U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote some poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is comming up:&lt;br /&gt;i'm auditioning for the talent show- with a poem! lets hope we don't have a repeat of last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am preforming a scene based of the Les Miz musical finale in drama..with friends. and i'm the only one who REALLY knows the tune- but that doesn't matter if we have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about joining the teen playreaders club..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to a young weomens activity ..a book discussion..where we will eat chocolate brownie/cake and discus  one of my fave books- &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fantasyreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1234232076"&gt;dragon slippers&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new pen name- Hegdi Naysomay Aisling. pretty odd, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and i are reading Sisters grimm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and i just finnished ' &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fictionreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1215058865"&gt;the outriders&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please join book bats- i will be rejoining soon! as in, be on more often! promise!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5312653677419394556?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5312653677419394556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5312653677419394556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5312653677419394556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5312653677419394556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear-it-has-been-far-too-long.html' title='Oh dear, it has been far too long'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-324949179625170453</id><published>2008-12-23T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:34:46.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 impossible things i want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>i challenge people to do this, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Swing to return. The Swing, by the way, was an amazingly cool swing made of blue rope, hanging from a tree growing on a hill, so that when you swung, the ground just dropped away from you. i have never felt so free as when i was on The Swing. it was very inspiring. last spring, it was cut down...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cats to be friends. i had determined that they hate each other due to the reason of many wars: no, not oil, but religion. Lucy loves to sit on my lap as i tell her Christmas or biblical stories, Walker always hisses and claws at me/the book. so i have come to that very strange, sugar induced conclusion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some major plot bunnies. plot bunnies are those annoying, pesky, beautiful little ideas that come to you at inconvenient times- like as you fall asleep, when you are in the shower, or while taking the PSAT. i haven't had one in weeks- so Sod isn't even inching along, its just sitting there, and Dark Serenity( DS) is running on the chapters i wrote last month- and i'm running out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow, here, in my yard, at my gramma's, and enough to make a snowman. not gonna happen till 'the day after tomorrow' comes to life. still, i wish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;world peace. who doesn't want it? oh, right, those people don't...well, i sure want it. anyone else with me on this one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ok, so those were my five impossible Christmas wants. post yours!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-324949179625170453?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/324949179625170453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=324949179625170453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/324949179625170453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/324949179625170453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-impossible-things-i-want-for.html' title='5 impossible things i want for Christmas'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9144874291186002536</id><published>2008-12-22T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T18:22:51.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the 3rd day till chrismas i...</title><content type='html'>OH HOLY NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;well, i survived finals. they included:&lt;br /&gt;ping pong&lt;br /&gt;two tests&lt;br /&gt;a practice exit exam- no calculator.&lt;br /&gt;a monologue i wrote- i was penny, an idealistic young penguin who things that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obamadouble&lt;/span&gt; snowman ( don't ask) is holding the penguin's ability to fly captive in a jar- so i rally my friends and we try to 'rescue our captive inheritance!'&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i had to turn one of the creepiest books of all time- lord of the flies- into a gender reversed, child friendly picture book! in 5 days! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;agg&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;but i did it, some how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on Sunday, i sang in church- me and sari, my friend sang, with mom on the violin and dad on the English horn. it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am largely responsible for any and almost all Christmas gifts- picking out, getting, wrapping.  i have been for several years now. I'm finally done- i got everyone the perfect gift, i think. and no- I'm not telling. there is one gift though, that i loved to get, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omsc&lt;/span&gt;, it is so perfect for the certain person i got it for, and i wish i could see that persons face when s/he opens it.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the matter of yet another gift- one that i discovered to my shock/amazement/joy. i think i shouted in the store that it was a Christmas miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the gifts are wrapped, labeled and ready. the house is clean, including my room, and i even put all my books on the shelves- and have room to spare, since i sold about 100 of them- mostly cheap paperbacks and the store ripped me off, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have posted 3 chapters of 'dark serenity' and have several followers on fan fiction, making me very happy. I've got the fourth written down, though my SOD work has been slow. nothing done. still, Christmas is a time of magic- the plot bunnies will be coming soon, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's in a funk because of being tired and being in charge of Christmas eve and day dinners..so I've been doing all the other work- cleaning and reading aloud. we are reading 'the healer's keep' by Victoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hanley&lt;/span&gt;. read it- read it, read it! it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;genun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;zary&lt;/span&gt; are on vacation- in ISRAEL of all places. and i learned how to make those cute origami wish stars. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; preparing for another monologue for the week after break&lt;br /&gt;a speech from a book.&lt;br /&gt;'The Goose Girl'&lt;br /&gt;it's the one where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ani&lt;/span&gt;  is being awesome and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pwning&lt;/span&gt; the King/ king's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;counselors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you know the one. 'you want evidence?'&lt;br /&gt;that one.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone has no clue what i'm saying, then as a Christmas gift, please for the love of good books, go read The Goose Girl, by Shanon Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of books- is there anyone else who'd love to see Mary Wollstonecraft debate with Stephenie Meyer? if you don't know who MW is- she was a Philosphe who was bigg on equality of the sexes and that women should want the rights and not let me govern their rights, ect. ever elegent writting. i like her. she's dead- but still, i would LOVE to see them verbally duke it out. am i alone in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy holidays, whatever it is you celebrate- or at least have a merry-two-weeks-off.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=U&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;q=http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html&amp;amp;ei=p0pQSYq5ApmMsQOqg5WdDQ&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFiaNKFH55LcTo4myvQT3BBbhtyrw" class="l"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9144874291186002536?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9144874291186002536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9144874291186002536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9144874291186002536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9144874291186002536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-3rd-day-till-chrismas-i.html' title='on the 3rd day till chrismas i...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9203849198263396859</id><published>2008-12-16T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:46:30.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OW! meOW!and snOW!</title><content type='html'>it rained today.&lt;br /&gt;that is good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;good: rain is my muse- i just seem to write better. and it makes the world so clean and green!&lt;br /&gt;bad: the death trap my school calls a gym has a leaky roof. i discovered that one should avoid running through puddles today, even if they are trying to get the ball, and don't see the puddle, because this puddle isn't surrounded by plastic cones like the others.&lt;br /&gt;ow...&lt;br /&gt;so i chased after the ball, and didn't see the puddle, and my feet fly out from under me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt;. Ms. Anna's head meets Mr. Floor.  i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the health center and they gave me ice ( did it help that i was crying and holding my head?) and tried to survive.'course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not allowed to rest, just in case( no sleeping) so i had to skip my lunch time nap- i need one, i get up at 5 for pity's sake!&lt;br /&gt;and all through the day THEY have a good laugh about how my hair didn't protect me. i finally said" Antoine, can it. contrary to popular belief, although it is semi-water proof, my hair is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;a force field'. and i stalked off.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of stalking off- i no longer like Erin Hunter'&lt;br /&gt;s Warriors- not because my tastes have matured, but because i simply think that the plot is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; and awful- so i no longer like it. the first arc is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but the others- i really don't like them. on the topic of books- the little fantasy/sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shop by&lt;/span&gt; my school has foster kittens living in the back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt;, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;it snowed here.&lt;br /&gt;did you read that right?&lt;br /&gt;it. snowed. here.( here being the top of the hill where i live- 900 ft above my home)&lt;br /&gt;here. in CALIFORNIA. IN THE BAY AREA. SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;yes, snow. the fluffy white flaky stuff that's cold, and melts.&lt;br /&gt;that means it was below freeing.&lt;br /&gt;better go find my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;long johns&lt;/span&gt;. and ski-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;parka&lt;/span&gt;. its only going to get colder.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later. unless that bump on my head IS a concussion and it gets way, way, way below freezing here, in which case  there will be no more later. lets not dwell on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9203849198263396859?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9203849198263396859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9203849198263396859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9203849198263396859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9203849198263396859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/ow-and-snow.html' title='OW! meOW!and snOW!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-280988134413607341</id><published>2008-12-09T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:06:44.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.E'/><title type='text'>dreary.</title><content type='html'>warning: there will be hints at swearing. only in quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i had a Great, glory weekend. I cleaned my room while listening to Les &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack, singing along! I also began work on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;digimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, entitled 'Dark Serenity'. I Posted chapter one, and got some positive reviews, so I'm glad. I plan on updating it once a week- long enough to build suspense, but not long enough to drive readers insane with worry. Its been really fun to work on- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had the plot in my mind for months but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only just starting to write it.( give it a try if you feel like it...)&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, my Glory gave way to sorrow. P.E. Personal Endangerment. Painful Endurance.  In short, hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;today was horrid.i was forced into being goalie,and the other team- we are playing team handball- through the ball hard. even some of my own team pummeled me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt; i couldn't take anymore- i could hardly stand. the ball slammed into my upper arm- the same arm that still hurt from being knocked to the ground twice the day before. i started to cry, the pain overwhelming. I limped to the sidelines, and the teacher came over' is there anything i can do' ' that's what happens when you are goalie' etc. i just wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;leaving the gym, Alma, the bane of my existence, my personal devil to go with my personal hell, got in my face. in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;getto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-girl accent( though shes not, she only acts like it) she asked' you got it.' well, I'm crying and limping and holding my left arm to my chest in an awkward position. does she need to ask, i wonder? no, she only needs confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;it's'a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rubber ball, they don't  hurt,  faker. you need to toughen up, wimp.' she said more, but i don't hear. my blood boils.&lt;br /&gt;i did something then, in the moment,  i flipped her off. i didn't mean to- it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; been getting better about swearing and anger, but i was so angry. how DARE she tell me if i am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; or not!&lt;br /&gt;i did it to her back, after she's knocked me to the ground, but a leech tells her. she starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;harassing&lt;/span&gt; me, calling me names, saying '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna beat your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;motherf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ***' and other things, getting in my face, calling me a b****. i only cry silently- harder. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so sick of this. of all of this. everything. i wrote on my math paper, over and over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ihatethishellihatethishellihatethishell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;don't give me that look. i don't want to die. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not that kind of person. i just want the pain to stop, to be able to cry when i hurt, to not have to worry what each day brings.&lt;br /&gt;my father says i look thinner.&lt;br /&gt;when your heart rate goes up, you burn calories. my heart rate is always up- worrying that today will be the day my bones give out, my weak ankles snap, my abused fingers crack, my ribs, so sick of the jabs and handballs, break, and i hit the floor from the agony, and crack my skull. it will happen. not today, not tomorrow. but one day. one day. and so my heart beat quickens the moment i hear the bell ring' beep beep. beep beep.' and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;whistle&lt;/span&gt; is blown.&lt;br /&gt;to day i limped the rest of the day. last week my left hand was useless from numbness. yesterday my lips were bloody from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;biting&lt;/span&gt; them so hard to keep from crying- to keep from drawing the attention of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jackals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;guardian&lt;/span&gt; angles have abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-280988134413607341?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/280988134413607341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=280988134413607341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/280988134413607341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/280988134413607341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreary.html' title='dreary.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8759724676490555352</id><published>2008-12-05T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:01:47.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any one know the rules of Handball?</title><content type='html'>maybe you can help me, then.&lt;br /&gt;question:&lt;br /&gt;How many penalty shots does team 'A' get if the whole of team 'B' mob, tackle, grab/slap at a team "A" player, who happens to hold the ball??? according to my P.E. teacher, 'Ms. Smith' none, but then, she was in the other room( the gym we play in is two adjoining rooms- she was in one, teams A and B in the other at the time of the Incident) and ignored me when i tried to tell her- because, you guessed it, i, the human-sports-equipment- magnet, was that player.&lt;br /&gt;nothing was broken- but i hurt everywhere. it took my team 3 minutes to get them to stop- but either they never called Smith, she didn't hear( likely) or didn't care( leaning towards this one!)&lt;br /&gt;i was hurt, and so tired of losing- the locker room jeers are sickening, and when the other team gets a goal,( the girls anyway) they scream as if Edward Cullen himself was entering the room. i swear, when I'm forced into being goalie (Smith tells me i need to 'support the team') it is no longer a game- it's as if the other team thinks its a war- and the ball is a bomb or spear or bullet- like I'm to die. my bruises have bruises.&lt;br /&gt;a few impossible things i didn't believe before P.E&lt;br /&gt;* P.E  doesn't stand for Physical Education. ( it really stands for 'personal endangerment')&lt;br /&gt;* that it is possible to have the wind knocked out of one 5 times in 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;* that even foamy-soft balls will hurt like the devil when they make impact.&lt;br /&gt;* that the teacher won't notice any of these things at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she really doesn't. i asked her once, after the 5 handballs to the chest, if she would please remind the class that it is a game- and no one should be getting hurt.( after all, i can't think of a single reason for the ball to repeatedly hit me in the upper chest( yes, that kind of upper chest) and face, when the goal net only comes to the top of my KNEES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8759724676490555352?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8759724676490555352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8759724676490555352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8759724676490555352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8759724676490555352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-one-know-rules-of-handball.html' title='Any one know the rules of Handball?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4258293961878468678</id><published>2008-12-02T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:33:04.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when did i post last- i've forgotten and that can't be good</title><content type='html'>well, i hpoe you all had a great weekend/vacation thing.&lt;br /&gt;how was mine?&lt;br /&gt;good, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;i hung out with laralu( henceforth called Sahara) and Emmza- we saw 1 movie, 'bueaty and the beats': a latter day tale'&lt;br /&gt;it was cheesy, but good. all i can say is this- only two of you will get it-  creepy-stalker-guy needs to go die in a corner!!!&lt;br /&gt;we went for a hike up mt. diablo- short but i was in boots and didn't have my brace with me. poor planning, i know, but i didn't think that i was going to be hiking! but i got through it, and the cousins and i had a laugh or two. or five. dozen.&lt;br /&gt;we made some randomocities- silly  cousin made vidios that will go on youtube one day soon- i think. gimme a year.&lt;br /&gt;i was pleased with what Mouse- a cousin- has been up to- reading some of the best books of my List.&lt;br /&gt;**quick note about the List.&lt;br /&gt;the List is a list of books- several sections. books i read and loved, and books i will read. it isnt all written down, but if i took the time to type it all up, complete with authors ect, it would span several pages.***&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so, on the hike, we discussed&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson- the best male main charater Greek myths meet modern world series i've read( the femal best is 'the Shadow theives)&lt;br /&gt;Island- that led to a high pitched talk about how the King of Pure Adventure( no fantasy/romance elements, very little Mystery) Gordon Kormon, is going to be authoring the next'39 clues' book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Seth-another cousin- joined in, and we discussed the joy that is Fablehaven and the Sisters Grimm- both amazing fantasy series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went on a bike ride- again, i was not forewarned and had to ride a bike with a ghard seat, strange gear system, high crossbar( frame thingie) and a helmet that not only made it hard to breath, but also was so small, it didn't protect my forhead...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to get comments when i do long posts. please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh- i discovered the glory that is fan fiction. Digimon fanfiction- oh, glory! hours and hours i spend reading/ writting digimon fanfics! i feel silly, but i just LOVE digimon. the whole idea has always beenclose to my heart- 8 kids save the world- and become friends. maybe because i wanted to do something like that, something huge and meaningful- so that people would remember me. and i remember wishing for friends like them( the digidestend..) oh, the cuteness of youth.&lt;br /&gt;also-i started work on a mini story- just a little short piece while i wait for some Sod and U insperation to hit. its about  a girl, who in a world/relm where everyone is born with a gem/jewel, amust prove her selfworth when she is born with a dull brown pebble. i don't have the slightest clue whats going to happen, but pella's been more than kind in telling me her tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrrm.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm going to quit boring you. g'night.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4258293961878468678?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4258293961878468678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4258293961878468678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4258293961878468678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4258293961878468678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-did-i-post-last-ive-forgotten-and.html' title='when did i post last- i&apos;ve forgotten and that can&apos;t be good'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1936572721000751706</id><published>2008-11-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:21:14.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Of Weekends, Funks, Drama Class and Plot Bunnies</title><content type='html'>well, hi- i haven't blogged in a while- not really. i said a bit of news that everyone else knew, and that was it. so, here is some blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my weeks bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;- i had Monday and Tuesday off because of veteran's day and teacher-meeting day, so that was cool. i stuck around the house, wrote an essay on 'Lord of the Flies', ate candy, saw so movies( 'flipper','forbidden kingdom', 'kit','&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doogle&lt;/span&gt;' and 'the boy who could fly') i re-listened to an audio book 'pillage' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obert&lt;/span&gt; Skye. mom had a concert for all her students, and i was in a funk- see the post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hedgi's&lt;/span&gt; blog, http://gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com' for a more adequate interpretation of what i felt then, and them it came to a head when one of the mothers brought cake- chocolate cake. chocolate cake with COFFEE and alcohol(only a little) in it. some of you may know the little 'word of wisdom' song: oh, we don't do tobacco, alcohol or tea, for they are just like coffee, not good for you or me. why? because we're Mormon.....' etc, so i couldn't eat any of it- so i left the house and went on a walk.&lt;br /&gt;i was still in a funk Sunday, but on Monday i got my room clean and read books and ate candy- oh right, forgot to tell you that this whole time,the comp was at the shop getting fixed.&lt;br /&gt;then on Tuesday i went with Sari and her little bro to the plaza, and we went to B&amp;amp;n, where i found out that she has read the first to books in an awesome series( click &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?board=fictionreview&amp;amp;action=display&amp;amp;num=1215146065"&gt;HERE &lt;/a&gt;for review) and didn't know that the rest were out yet. so, on Sunday, i will be lending her the next 4 books in that series, the entire set  of the companion trilogy( as in, companion to that series) and a separate trilogy by the same author- because, lets face it, when it comes to strait fiction/adventure( no romance, or fantasy, or sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;, maybe a tiny bit of mystery) Gordon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Korman&lt;/span&gt; is king. then we went to a lovely little candy store, got lots of candy, and went yo the pet store to see the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;. we saw mice, hamsters and rats- but not the cutest of all- chinchillas. they are highly cute. if you don't know what they look like, they are small, mostly grey bunny things. they look like a bunny running at top speed that crashed into a cement wall. the do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wed- not much happened- though i did re-start working on a certain mind story that i am planning on turning into a novel( most of my non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fanfic&lt;/span&gt; mind stories are destined to become something like that, i just ignore them for a while, after the cursed Plot Bunnies( my term for little plot ideas that randomly bounce into your head and don't leave you alone till you write them down; coming at the most inopportune time- like right as you fall asleep, or in the middle of a math test) stop coming. i will be referring to it as 'U' short of "untitled" because for the life of me, i have no idea what to call it.&lt;br /&gt;it's set in another world- where every single person has some kind of talent or gift/power' for example, 'i' as it is another first person story, with a few chapters from third person, have large, sparrow like wings. 'my' best friend controls tempests/storms. our friend reads thoughts, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;its got some real potential, i think. like most of my stories, there is a Prophecy- but this one is far more vague- my other one says this will happen, then this, then this. this one says stuff like 'this must happen, so and so must do this, and the world must do this or fall into  darkness.' it keeps talking about 'The Song'. not even 'I' know what it is. but back to what i was saying- in this world, Peace( a person like being) has been gone for 100 years, and the world is torn in two by a huge war- everyone sides with one army or the other- by law. neither side is 'good' or 'evil' i, as the author, don't even know how this war started(better figure that out) but anyway, U is the tale of a girl and her friends whose parents risk everything by passing down the stories of how life once was, and how the world might be once more. so, yeah. i feel i can do plenty with it.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, when i started, i had it sent on earth- because on character, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Erick&lt;/span&gt;, has no power other then some serious common sense- and a race of 'mutants' were fighting it out, good and evil, with humans joining the 'good' side, and it was good- i had a Washington D.C battle idea and everything . then i finished watching 'avatar' and decided that it'd be nice to expand on the whole 'Killing the 'Bad guy' isn't the answer' thing. sorry if i just ruined avatar for anyone. and that setting it in a diff world would be nice- i mean, if you've got two sides of a huge war, they might as well do it at home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;particularly if&lt;/span&gt; we aren't killing the 'bad guys' which is, really, the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;govt&lt;/span&gt;, because Earth  government would get angry and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;there'd&lt;/span&gt; be bombs and the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; has nothing to do with humans( aside from Erick- but he can just be lacking in 'gift') but anyway, moving on!&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday i started working on the climax for DOW- because i work backwards mostly. the Plot Bunnies give me a climactic scenario-&lt;br /&gt;i figure out the following&lt;br /&gt;Who- who are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;charries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what-is happening exactly&lt;br /&gt;how- did they get into this mess&lt;br /&gt;Why- did any of this happen&lt;br /&gt;huh- any other details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take DOW&lt;br /&gt;who- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nida&lt;/span&gt;(me) is&lt;br /&gt;what- trying to save her friend&lt;br /&gt;how-because he was kidnapped by Shadows( antagonists) to&lt;br /&gt;why- force &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nida&lt;/span&gt; into surrendering something, which is&lt;br /&gt;huh- a magical amulet containing the power of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i know the climax best, and as i progress in the story, i rewrite it. before, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nida&lt;/span&gt; jumped out the window- now she jumps into the lake. in a week or so, she'll do something different. and mom and i finished 'book of a thousand days' it is well loved. My Lord the cat! My Lord the cat! i love my cats even more now!( My Lord is it's name, the cat in the book- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Commandment&lt;/span&gt; #3, i promise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;and in drama preformed my commercial.&lt;br /&gt;in drama, we split into groups and created a product- then made a commercial for it.&lt;br /&gt;our/my product was the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;omni&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;the size of a cereal box, it&lt;br /&gt;knits sweaters&lt;br /&gt;makes pie&lt;br /&gt;takes video and pics&lt;br /&gt;has a shotgun&lt;br /&gt;makes phone calls&lt;br /&gt;has Internet access&lt;br /&gt;cleans your room&lt;br /&gt;does homework&lt;br /&gt;takes care of siblings and pets.&lt;br /&gt;everything short of playing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;looooong&lt;/span&gt; list of side effects, including but not limited to : Black death, dental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hydroplosions&lt;/span&gt;,freezer burn, hair loss, fatigue, appreciation of Brittney Spears, Ebola, and Death. there were lots more, i don't care to list them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about it :)&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1936572721000751706?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1936572721000751706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1936572721000751706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1936572721000751706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1936572721000751706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Of Weekends, Funks, Drama Class and Plot Bunnies'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2360769999569049663</id><published>2008-11-05T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:13:27.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update having nothing to do with politics.</title><content type='html'>so, whats up ppl?&lt;br /&gt;ok, so. well, two weeks ago i was having a crappy week- and monday was also really crappy.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, oh the magisty of november first and second?&lt;br /&gt;my first ever play-where-i-had-more-than-2-lines.&lt;br /&gt;on closing night this is what i wrote in my notebookof thing to blog-&lt;br /&gt;"how can i describe this night? i feel like crying- but i'm smilling and laughing, and yet i'm sad and joyus all at once.&lt;br /&gt;today was the second-and final- preformance of 'Dog-Ear'&lt;br /&gt;although i never did blog about the stress it caused me, of the weekend i didn't sleep more than 6 hours total due to long rehersalse and a 26 page book report, i wanted to, but never had time. but, stars, it was worth it, every second of loss of sleep, every tear. i feel light as air, but sad that it's all over, i never want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;the cast, the crew, everyone was wonderful. its all memories now, and in 50 years, my torn, crumpled script with the blue and salmon highlighted marks, and margian notes and glued in bits- might be worth something- the sript of 'Narrator' from Strangefellows Collective's first play. and my prophecy- the Narrator's prophecy that is,-'you'll regret this! you'll grow old, and die, and no one will remember you'- shouted to Ell and Ian- will never come to pass, because at least one person, at least i, will never forget. never forget my long speech, shouted ofver the tumalt of an ending 'gone wrong'. never forget the costumes- the trench coats and leather and bandannas and victorian blouses, never forget the group hugs, or the cookies. never forget the shadow puppet bunny eating carrots."&lt;br /&gt;the play was great- and if you want to know the plot- email me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm an annoying brat sometimes- i don't mean it most of the time, but sometimes, i can be a real pain. i admit it!&lt;br /&gt;anyway- a few weeks ago i was short with one of the girls in my drama class- she was yelling practicly in my ear while i was trying to listen to the teacher- and it gets old after 2 months- so..i told her to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have- i'm always jugde so diffently than others-&lt;br /&gt;they can call me a B**** but the second i tell them to shut up, i'm a horrible person. why is high school such a hell? this was an elective class, for pity's sake- no one should be aloud to take it if they don't care! it just isn't right to the rest of us! now, if this was in an english class, i'd be mum now, because that can't be helped. but i guess this can't either.&lt;br /&gt;it escilated on monday- to the point of the sub not caring and me fleeing the room in tears.&lt;br /&gt;thing were said- names, insults, a barage- about 15 voices united- aganist me, saying things that should never be said- i won't repeat them. but i ran, and i ran- and locked myself in the bathroom and cried. two friends followed me, and i owe them so much. they mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pet peave time:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i need to cry, and i will- i can think of many example, but won't share them- but people will come up and ask why, and i'll explain. they will then try to get me to stop crying by: assuring me that 'it's ok' or that 'it's not as bad as i think'&lt;br /&gt;lectuing me about why i shouldn't be crying&lt;br /&gt;telling me to 'ignore the problem and it'll go away'( never mind that its not so much blank's presance but the memories it stirs)&lt;br /&gt;telling me all the reasons i should be happy&lt;br /&gt;one of 15 people might possibly hug me.&lt;br /&gt;but only about one person out of all the many have ever understood- i don't want to be comforted, or lectured or instructed- i just need to cry, and cry, and cry.&lt;br /&gt;check out this rather long poem-http://Gloryandsorrow.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;it explains the feeling better than i can here.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, thats the past few weeks in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;oh, lat thing: i created a new soundtrack of my life- i'll post the link later.&lt;br /&gt;and i've had SOD writters block dispite the arivel of my muse-Rain&lt;br /&gt;but i've got some Great Digimon fanfic ideas, so its not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;join bookbats.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm done, peace.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2360769999569049663?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2360769999569049663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2360769999569049663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2360769999569049663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2360769999569049663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/update-having-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='update having nothing to do with politics.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7733086963259165546</id><published>2008-11-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:38:40.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today history was made</title><content type='html'>today, oh today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off- yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; catch you all up on the glories and sorrows of my life later- next week.&lt;br /&gt;but oh, today history was made! at 8:15, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pacific&lt;/span&gt; time, McCain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conceded&lt;/span&gt;. tonight, America has a new President, Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;the First Black President of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;Glory be!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you all( 18 and over) voted. because each vote means something- particularly on the props.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy- the props.&lt;br /&gt;prop 8...well. it looks like it will pass. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt; believe it, but it might.this makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mormon&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mormons&lt;/span&gt; are taught that homosexuality is a sin. but this is a point where  the Church and i just don't see eye to eye. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not for homosexuality, not against.&lt;br /&gt;it is my dogma that everyone is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;equal&lt;/span&gt; in the eyes of God, darn it, and no one should have different rights based on who they are. God created every one- He is the Father of us all, and by golly!&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like gay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;- then don't have one! but why deny the rights of others? if it make that much of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt;- we ought to give it its own name- don't call it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what bugs you. but the rights need to remain the same, for all. thats my take on it.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. today was a day that will go down in history. and tomorrow, i will wear a blue toga, be cause it's spirit week and tomorrow's toga day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7733086963259165546?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7733086963259165546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7733086963259165546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7733086963259165546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7733086963259165546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-history-was-made.html' title='today history was made'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3905470005095087394</id><published>2008-10-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:51:10.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>expanding on ideas that i shared with my mother over breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;please  read the previous post if you haven't yet, as it is full of things, i know its dense, but i do reference it a bit and it is very magical!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. lets get the facts down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all  for racial equality, its just. not. at Berkeley high, there are clubs and events JUST for Latinos, or Asians, or blacks..but people from various European countries- we get none of that- and I'll bet if i tried to make a club, I'd become 'racist'! it's infuriating. if we have 'African American studies' then we can't we have 'Scandinavian' studies? sure, my ancestors weren't slaves- they were just dirt poor and not allowed to work because they were Irish, or Scottish.&lt;br /&gt;if they have 'Pacific islander and Asian club' why is it racist for me to want an 'Italian' club?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its kinda annoying. ever year, i see the posters for 'Black Grad.' and other things that i can't be a part of. i don't fit into the tiny bubbles formed in this school. its a mixed school, pretty even, but...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of the kids are so defensive, and it gets on my nerves. if a teacher moves a students seat, and he's[student] black and she's not, she's suddenly 'racist'. the word is thrown around a lot, used to describe 'unfairness' now. it used to have a deeper meaning. it still does, i 'm not saying that real racism isn't around- it is, and that's bad. but lately, it seems that EVERYTHING is biased, not for light skeined people, but against them. I'm lucky to grow up in Berkeley, where  debates fill classrooms, the Obama mobile drives around-yet some still have McCain stickers. it is a very divers place, but i just feel so alone, so un-included when i see signs for the Asian/Pacific Islander Association.&lt;br /&gt;but back to bubbles. i told someone in one of my classes about filling in 'other', i felt rather proud you see, and she said(she's my friend) that why did i do that, they need to know that stuff.' i replied 'well, i didn't see a bubble marked 'Italian-Scottish-Swedish- American' so i filled in other. i don't fit in a bubble, and i most likely never will. nor will practically anyone in this country or many others. we live in a changing world. lets live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;i really, truly urge  PPLto fill in other, because there is no bubble labeled with what you are.&lt;br /&gt;i long for a day when the PPL that look over the tests realize- on every test, the 'other' bubble is filled in. every test. i know, in my mind, that this will in all likelihood, never happen. but i keep on dreaming. i too, dream of a colorblind world, a world were no one understands why race or religion would be grounds for discrimination. i know that this won't come to pass until the Millennium( ask your nearest Mormon if you don't know what i mean) but still, that it's coming. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. but i have faith that it is coming. and i hope that I'm ready when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now i have finished my little bit about messages to the world and such.&lt;br /&gt;happy stuff of today: i kept my gal: only swear three times. I've been having a problem with swearing, and decided to try to stop. i allowed myself three today, and i stayed within the limit. i feel very happy. &lt;br /&gt;i found a copy of 'Undertown' a manga I've been wanting to read for months, at the library. i also got a few ideas for SOD during PE. that reminds me!&lt;br /&gt;the last week, we've been doing a tournament in PE, volleyball of course. well, yesterday, the team captain was gone, so I was the sub -captain! me! the best part?. we won both games. I'd been praying to do better- get over my fear of the ball, and i did better. today, we played the second place team( we were in first) and, well. the score was-&lt;br /&gt;42-25.&lt;br /&gt;we had that 42. i even scored 6 of the points! i feel so very, very happy!&lt;br /&gt;well, thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-3905470005095087394?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3905470005095087394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3905470005095087394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3905470005095087394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3905470005095087394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/expanding-on-ideas-that-i-shared-with.html' title='expanding on ideas that i shared with my mother over breakfast'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-786154150070614269</id><published>2008-10-16T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:46:21.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting/plays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Peaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events of exciement/importance'/><title type='text'>psats, Dogear,  a tad bit of ranting and a mindstory update</title><content type='html'>so..been a bit since i lats blogged, but i have been swamped! gone before dawn, back after black( the sky) my days go from 5:00 am to around ten, when i fall asleep. and then there's the middle of the night water trips, or dealing with cat( i am SO sick of ppl telling me to put the cat out- if i do that IT GOES MEOW! and makes even more noise. so! and i'm writing all this while listening to the soundtrack of my life, otherwise known as my youtube playlist, as i have yet to get a functional ipod. i have also moved into my new room. the move into said new room is 95% compeat, i still have some stuff downstairs. anyway, onward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSATs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the sophs at BHS took them yesterday. they were ok, some of the math was hard, i didn't know a few words(only one or two!) but i think i did well. although everyone i asked(in a poll afterward) filled in the bubble that society considers them(white, black American, Asian/Pacific islander, Latino/a, i bubbled in other. i know, i know' they need to know, to help me. well, since when does the color of my skin have SQUAT to do with what i know? and besides, i didn't see' Northern European' on there. i didn't see' German' or 'Scottish' or 'Italian' on there!i didn't 'French' on there. i never even saw' European' just white. what about Russia? even though its in Asia, i bet Russians are just 'white' it . makes. me .so. sick! I AM NOT A BUBBLE! I am ANNA *******************(omitting last and middle names) AND I AM "OTHER" so there. i urge you to do likewise. please. for the sake of change. c'mon.&lt;br /&gt;also, they say 'you have 30 minutes. i love that. only- i finish early most times- they tell you not to guess- you get points taken off for wrong answers. so i finished fast. and wrote the climax of my novel, SOD, version 5, in eraser on my desk. it was fun! but i've forgotten my wording. however i recall the idea. i still have my first ever draft of the end. a summery of the end, really, so changed! so, so changed! its v. diff from any of the other ending, and i like it better- i shall reveal this new ending idea to no one!, so if you thought you knew- maybe you don't now! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOGEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dogear&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;is the play i am in. i've been going to rehearsals everyday almost, for about 3 hours. it's hard work, but it is a really great play. the writer is a great guy, and really funny. the plot is as follows- minus awesome suprise ending that even the characters do not see coming!&lt;br /&gt;in a disatopian semi-future, everything is corporate. all coffee is Starbucks, all sandwich's are subway, all books are chain bookstore. the libraries are dead, with no funding. but, enter ian and ell, a middle aged, book store accountant and adventures, idealistic coffee girl, who are pulled into a ..conspiracy to undermine the system and bring back library's, in this play about readers, rebels, and writing your own ending. i'll post show times and places later. it is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tad bit of ranting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so i'm mormon, everyone here knows it, right? well, you do now.  most other sects of Christianity don't think of us as Christians, which to me makes no sense, i mean, i believe in God, i Believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ and that He died for my sins and the sins of the world. can't we all get along, please? but no... it seems we can't.&lt;br /&gt;my Pet Peave of the day: when someone tells you to 'just ignore it' DON'T YOU GUYS GET THAT IT JUST DOESN"T WORK FOR SOME THINGS?&lt;br /&gt;so i've been having issues with a couple of Born-agains. i respect that they believe in that, and i'd be perfectly fine with the whole thing, i try to fallow that one bumpersticker' coexist ' written in religious symbols. but THEY won't leave me alone. they tell me daily that i'm' not christian' 'am following the devil' 'am going to burn in hell' and various other things. the first few days i ignored it.( if you want to know how it is they know, i was com paining to a friend about seminary.)&lt;br /&gt;after that, i started saying ' when, i personaly DO believe in Jesus Christ, and axcept Him as my Savior. what is your definition of being Christian?' or  ' believe what you want, and i'll believe what i want. no, can we get back to the math?' or someting like that. finaly, i blew up and shout, at lunch, after many days' fine, see you there' i stoprmed off feeling angery and quite proud. didn't last long, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;a few days before this, he brought up batism for the dead( which, btw, is in the new testement as well!) and i said something like 'well, yeah.  what about ppl that didn't learn about christ?' and he kept going on about everyone knowing somehow, and i'm like 'well, how about the ppl in , oh, say, AFRICA 80 years before his birth? how could they have known?' do they need to burn in hell. its just a little strange...' and turned asreound but he kept going on, and on, and on. so right now i am very sick of bornagains. not all born-agains, just two.but oh!&lt;br /&gt;why cant everyone just respect everyone elses beliefes? for heavens sake!. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;'we claim the privlage of whorshiping almighty God acording to the dictates of our own consience and alow ALL men( and children and women) the same privlege, let them worship how, where or what they may.' the end! i ahgree! unless thebelieve involves : belittling others, killing people. and i'm pretty sure most don't involve those... the POLITICAL part of a religion might, but not the SIRITUAL park. i think. not sure...hmm. but didn't Jesus say ' whatsoever you do to the least[ and presumily all others] of my brethern, you do unto me'? so when someone  condems ME to hell...woohee! i guess ole bornagain better stop. but seriosly. is it really so hard to respect? really? no ones asking you to agree, or convert , just acknolage , and not be mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind story update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sod is henceforth my main focus, however i keep a notebook abd computer files with various ideas and storys that i play around with at randown times, including 'DotW' 'Ikenna', ' Whisper of earth and sky'aka 'Remembering Peace', 'unicornboy'(only  mindstory thus far) and ' child of the elements.'&lt;br /&gt;plot summaries will be posted  when i a. have time.&lt;br /&gt;b. creat sentaces to go with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;c. give a back story to the random charater profiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it is late, (but i have no seminary tomorrow, haliluja!) so off i go. i bet no one read this whole thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-786154150070614269?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/786154150070614269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=786154150070614269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/786154150070614269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/786154150070614269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/psats-dogear-tad-bit-of-ranting-and.html' title='psats, Dogear,  a tad bit of ranting and a mindstory update'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8110397390079229367</id><published>2008-10-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:55:17.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander's got nothing on me.</title><content type='html'>you've all read the story, i presume.&lt;br /&gt;'Alexander and the no good, very bad, horrible rotten day.'&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;lets look at my life yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;5:00 am: get woken early by shower(located just next to my room)&lt;br /&gt;5:20: shower- most warm water gone&lt;br /&gt;6:00-6:15: bike to seminary- in the dark, cold predawn. without gloves. 2 miles. downhill.&lt;br /&gt;6:15-7:00: seminary&lt;br /&gt;7:15- 8:30: do homework from last night&lt;br /&gt;8;30-9:30: PE. we play volleyball. my face and said volleyball become acquaintances. twice. OW!, OW!, OW!; while the other team, made up of boys, laugh, and taunt. every time the score they start cheering loudly, and get on our side of the net, and every time we miss, they laugh and jeer. no sane person would ever, ever, ever even THINK about giving them a sportsmanship award. heck, not even an INSANE one.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 to 10:30: science- nothing much happens.&lt;br /&gt;10:30-11:30: math- what more must i say? i detest numbers!&lt;br /&gt;11:30-12:15: lunch- do more homework. eat. get ready for Lord of the Flies discussion&lt;br /&gt;12:15-1:15: drama- ok, we play games, but..my back HURTS and i feel rather faint.&lt;br /&gt;1:15-2:15: English- still feel ill, can't remember most of Lord of the Flies chapter 7.&lt;br /&gt;2:15-3:15: history- make a poster, feel bad about my lack of artistic skills, get very Hungary&lt;br /&gt;3:15-4:30: go to the north branch of the BPL, do homework.&lt;br /&gt;4:30-6:15: best part of the whole day, a rehearsal for the play I'm in, Dogear(more on this later) though i have more lines than just about anyone, i only need to memorize a few! yay!&lt;br /&gt;6:15-6:39: get to bus stop, get so hungry, i eat the remains of my lunch- an icky, hard sandwich crust.&lt;br /&gt;6:39-7:10: bus ride&lt;br /&gt;7:10-7:16: bike home from bus stop, in the dusk-dark.&lt;br /&gt;7:17: get home, collapse&lt;br /&gt;7:30: dinner&lt;br /&gt;8:00: get ready for bed&lt;br /&gt;8:05-9:00: read 'the Siren Song'&lt;br /&gt;9:05: SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then get up this morning at 5:00 again. oh, the joy.&lt;br /&gt;and today, my rehearsal lasts from 5:00-8:00. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;4 subs&lt;br /&gt;not playing 1 mile- no volleyball, thank starclan!- run in PE, i think id rather do volleyball, so long as i'mMr. hit-the-ball-in-AnnaDee's-face-and-then-laugh-my-butt-off.&lt;br /&gt;but alas.....&lt;br /&gt;up b4 dawn, back after dark, thats me. joy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8110397390079229367?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8110397390079229367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8110397390079229367' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8110397390079229367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8110397390079229367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/alexanders-got-nothing-on-me.html' title='Alexander&apos;s got nothing on me.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-414721904626401896</id><published>2008-10-06T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:14:51.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i WAS going to find a title for this from a book....</title><content type='html'>but i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;plus..&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY BOOKS ARE PACKED!&lt;br /&gt;that's right, packed into boxes, 6 of them&lt;br /&gt;because my new room is done and I'm moving in, and I'm getting a new bookshelf, one that reaches the ceiling! but for now, my books are packed.&lt;br /&gt;other reasons for my being so very happy today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i auditioned for a play on Friday- and got in! tomorrow is our first rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new room is beautiful!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i now have 16 members on BOOKBAT'S WORLD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fourth Fablehaven book is done- editing starts today!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica Day George is writing yet another dragon book, as well as a sequel to 'ball of the midnight princess' which i STILL need to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i reached a milestone in my novel, SOD. page 55!( and this is computer, microsoft word, no top or bottom margin, no space twixt chapters pages i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i came up with about  3 new ideas for mindstorie- finaly! i've been doing repeats and re-runs for almost 2 weeks now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've been reading a lot of really good books lately!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stuff that makes me rather un-happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;today, after mentioning that i 'couldn't get through the thrid narnia book'( i just..got bored! i maen, no susan, no story!) someong, who shall remain nameless even after i become a world famose fantasy author( i alow my self ! fantasy future per week) told me that i 'could'nt read worth s***. this made me mad. i mean, how dare he? i mean, maybe i hate lord of the lies, and didn't like 'voyage of the dawn tredder' but..for goddness sakes, i MEMORIZED anidori's speech( you know the one, 'believe me, ther is. no. war!') i've read hundreds of books that were so well written i started to cry, regardless of the happy or sadness of the ending.  just because i think 'twilight' is dumb' or 'dawn treder' is dense( and by that i mean the style of writting, not the inteligence)  that does not mean that i can't read worth 'S***' anyone who knows me knows why i was incredibly tempted to reagrange that anyoing, three inches taller than me, freshman's face. it would have beenb stupid, and i knew it, so i didn't. but, oh, how i WISH i had the power of Windspeaking...oooh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today was science lab. what more do i have to say?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the BPL, my best friend and arch nemisis, has 4 copies odf 'book of a thousand days, wich Mom and i were going to read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; 2 are checked out. 1 is 'missing' the other is at the north branch. last week, i put in a request. that means they get the book from the branch , bring it to the branch you asked, and it's on the hold shelf..its been over 5 days..nothing. AND the two that are checked out? yeah, they both were renewed. on saturday! i put in the request on thursday. if there's a waiting list, you can't renew something, darn it! or so I was told. but the library seems to think.. at least once a month i get one of those letters: this is your final notice, return " so and such' and pay the fee, ect, ect...' and i'm like, wha? final notice? try FIRST notice. and i returnd that gahbingled thing a week ago, before the due date! so i go, and i stand, and i wait in line, and i say' i returned this, go look.' and they look, and they find it, on the shelf, and say 'sorry bout that,' and take the letter i got and throw it away.. w.t.h.????!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but anyway, i'm still very happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i love the world. dispite humanity's messups, and ickiness and hate and war, beauty is stilll all around. though the gloom of hate surounds, so does the joy  of love.&lt;br /&gt;a quote from a great book, Shadow spinner." i'm not ashamed of loving him, theres nothing wrong with loving someone. it's hateing- that's whats wrong.'&lt;br /&gt;the book treats with a young muslim girl during the end of the thousand and one nights. marjan is a storyteller, inspired by her hero, shararazad. when she tells a tale the queen hhad never before known, she is taken to the queen, to help. when marjan asks how she can love a sultan that would kill her, even if she has just given birth, for failing to entertain him, the words above are her reply. listen to her wisdom.  do not be ashamed to love, never, eveer.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-414721904626401896?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/414721904626401896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=414721904626401896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/414721904626401896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/414721904626401896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-going-to-find-title-for-this-from.html' title='i WAS going to find a title for this from a book....'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8142674670266136461</id><published>2008-10-03T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:37:11.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and a meow to you too.</title><content type='html'>10 pts to anyone who can tell me: what book that came from&lt;br /&gt;and who said it! ha, sweert revenge!&lt;br /&gt;my poem went awsome, i had for subs on tusday, wensday was awful, but lets not dwell, yesterday- what happend?&lt;br /&gt;and now: today.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say. one quote, from genun.&lt;br /&gt;discusing shakespear, and wether or not he wrote 'his plays' with mr mike, genun breaks in&lt;br /&gt;' of course he wrote them! if he says he wrote them, then he did, just like i wrote the bible'&lt;br /&gt;this struck me as funny!&lt;br /&gt;other funnyness:&lt;br /&gt;1. anyone who has not, go right this second and read sarah beth dursts blog- section 'obscuye fairy tales- its so worth it. link is to you left.&lt;br /&gt;2. bubber stickers!&lt;br /&gt;i saw a great one this morning-"Buckle up... it makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8142674670266136461?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8142674670266136461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8142674670266136461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8142674670266136461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8142674670266136461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-meow-to-you-too.html' title='and a meow to you too.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4236816903147202509</id><published>2008-09-27T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:06:50.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS!</title><content type='html'>happy, happy, happy!&lt;br /&gt;where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;ok, so on friday, we had AUDITIONS&lt;br /&gt;not for a school play, or talent show, no, for something even better,&lt;br /&gt;the Berkeley Rep's&lt;strong&gt; Yellow Jacket &lt;/strong&gt;showcase!&lt;br /&gt;let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago, my class went to see the play, Yellow Jackets.&lt;br /&gt;on Monday, there is a Showcase, at the Berkeley Rep, at noon( i think..or 12:15)&lt;br /&gt;for responses to the play- scenes, monologues,poems, songs, ect.&lt;br /&gt;lots of BHS students will be in it.&lt;br /&gt;each class gets seven minutes- so we had to pick, who, out of my drama class, would represent us.&lt;br /&gt;well, my teacher did.&lt;br /&gt;they picked   4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;and...ME!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be preforming my poem 'Did You Know'&lt;br /&gt;it's about how people see me based on things they know-how i look, where i live, ect, and how i respond to it.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am very happy.&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; has 16 members now!(i want to make it to 20 by haloween. JOIN already! or tell a friend who might want to. pretty please?)&lt;br /&gt;and i'm writing down all the ideas i've had for stories that i've scraped- that's all of them, besides SOD.&lt;br /&gt;because in 20 years i might think, "hey, i can make something out of that story idea  now-what was that prophecy...how did that song go?" and i can look it up in  Absolute, Complete and Utter Randomness. and find the basic plot, thoughts for climaxes, character profiles and any Prophecies or songs that may be included.&lt;br /&gt;plus i'm abount to begin reading "ECLIPES"&lt;br /&gt;no, not THAT eclipes, don't even think i would TOUCH that book again, much less READ it, much less be HAPPY about reading it! no, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;ECLIPES, by erin hunter- book 5 of 'Warriors: the power of three'&lt;br /&gt;you know, i've read books with either the title, series title or subtitle 'the power of one, 'the power of two', and 'the power of  three.'&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should write 'the power of four. hrmm...j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i am very thrilled- and a bit nervouse- about this latest warriors book. i mean, the proluge was very forboding, and tcm rather spoiled something for me-something that worries me very much!&lt;br /&gt;but i supose i should just read the dratted thing, and then i'll know. still, im in the middle of about  5 books just now&lt;br /&gt;east- english&lt;br /&gt;rise of a hero- sari recomended it, and irs great&lt;br /&gt;lord of the flies- for english&lt;br /&gt;the bar code rebelion- put on hold because i realized its a book 2, and i don't have acsess to the first&lt;br /&gt;pretties- i just read 'uglies and must find out what happens next!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm reading 'shadow theives' to mom, though we are almost done.&lt;br /&gt;AND dad says i can move into my new room tomorrow! YAYAYAYAYA!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4236816903147202509?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4236816903147202509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4236816903147202509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4236816903147202509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4236816903147202509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5895480382835518265</id><published>2008-09-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:06:27.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is not my day</title><content type='html'>uggg.&lt;br /&gt; see this? this is my' im having an icky day today' face&lt;br /&gt;:*(&lt;br /&gt;on my way to seminary( oh the joy of that itself!)&lt;br /&gt;a cat leaped out in front of me. i didn't know what the heck it was, only that it was movement, so i swerved, just a little, hit the breaks, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;but enough.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see the slowing curb, and 10 seconds after the cat leaped, i'm sprawled on the ground, scraped up, leg under my bike.&lt;br /&gt;i;m not bleeping, and nothings broken, and i get on my bike, although my knee and elbow hurt, and ride to church.&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired!&lt;br /&gt;first period came PE. i couldn't sit out, b/c the teacher grades us on points, 5 a day, for participation and other junk.&lt;br /&gt;if you sit out, you no get points.&lt;br /&gt;you can make up points by running a timed mile, under 9 minutes, after school.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, me? can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;hello, knee huts. hello, out of shape, hello bunion that's driving me crazy because it picks the most inopportune times to ache like the dickens! O. MY. STARCLAN!&lt;br /&gt;WHY, WHY, WHY DOES THE UNIVERSE HATE ME SO? WHY AM I SO GENETICALLY TIGHT! WHY CAN'T I EVEN TOUCH &lt;strong&gt;my knees&lt;/strong&gt; WITHOUT BENDING THEM WITHOUT HORRID, AWFUL PAIN! life really, really stinks right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sitting here, typing, with my thighs aching and my bunion on fire and my elbow throbbing and my calves screaming  and my knee hurting and i just want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't. i just can't. because now i feel bad, because there are so many others out there suffering more, and i'm complaining about falling off my bike and scraping an elbow, like a child. but i can't help it! is it wrong to complain? to say that i hate this, that if i did have the surgery to take away my bunion so i could RUN again and not hurt, i'd be confined to bed for months? and be in crutches for even longer after that? is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, i've said it, i've put my pain on paper. but i still hurt and ache and crap.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to sit here, and i don't want to write a paper for science thats due on friday, and i don't want get up so early tomorrow and go to seminary and i want to do nothing but lie in bed and read and forgett. but i can't, because when i lie down, some bpart of me, one side or another, has to take my weight, and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, i'll be in my new room on saturday, and the fog is comming in!&lt;br /&gt;once i'm in my room, i'll post pics, promise!&lt;br /&gt;now i must go, to YW's oh joy, oh rapture! be still by beating heart!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO BED! and wake up in time for christmas vacation!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5895480382835518265?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5895480382835518265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5895480382835518265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5895480382835518265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5895480382835518265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-is-not-my-day.html' title='today is not my day'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-104227417964977571</id><published>2008-09-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:01:11.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i pity those who are normal.....</title><content type='html'>.....because being nuts and sillyand random is so much fun!my book review website,http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi, just got its 14th member. this please me.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was the berkely ward mormon church's anual new member dinner and men's cook off!&lt;br /&gt;mr. mike, seminary teacher extrondinar, made home made ice cream in four awsome flavors. he lobbyed hard, getting me and a freind to pass out promo stickers 'a taset we can believe in' and 'desert first'&lt;br /&gt;on the cups he used were cute slogans. my fave?&lt;br /&gt;'Obama promises change.&lt;br /&gt;mcCain promises change.&lt;br /&gt;i promise ICE CREAM'&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;no, more than that,&lt;br /&gt;lolshimjsc!&lt;br /&gt;ha! say that five times fast!&lt;br /&gt;bet you only emmza knows what it means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abnyway, today, i gave a talk during church, about girls camp! agg! i hate giving talks.&lt;br /&gt;not because i'm shy or anything, or that i don't like talking, but because...&lt;br /&gt;i don't like praise.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it!&lt;br /&gt;everyone all'that was great' or 'i loved your talk' and i turn red and want to die!&lt;br /&gt;it drives me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;thats one reason i won't let my dad read my story, sod(dotw has, btw, been indefinetly postponed, due to lack of ideas)&lt;br /&gt;because when he read the first half page, he was 'all this is great', and i hated it!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just afraid that i'll get a big ego. maybe its already too big.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate complements on things i say or write or do!&lt;br /&gt;is this normal? or, should i say, common? or am i alone in this strange dislike of praise.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;on to other stuff: mom and i are done reading 'dragon flight' and are now reading 'the shadow theives' by anne ursu. visit my book review site for a review. heck, visit the site anyway, join, and post something. im bored!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i finnished my math homework(anyone here know what a spiralateral is? no one?)&lt;br /&gt;and read the first chapter of 'lord of the flies' for english. ick! i hate it already!&lt;br /&gt;ur on an island for less than a day and already youv'e got a leader and are making fun of the fat one! shame on you!&lt;br /&gt;even the kids from 'island' lasted longer than that! course, they already had spent a week on a small ship and already almost died together, but still! maybe it's because it was only six people, and it wasn't all boys. huh/ must think/ponder on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;we were discussing, out of a list of made up ppl, who we'd want on a deserted island with us. no one in my group knew what a botanist was! starclan that is sad!&lt;br /&gt;after i had expained to my group who we'd want and why, this one guy looks at the others and is all 'who wants to bet she could survive on a desserted island'?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if that should make me feel good or bad, but i feel good, so i'll leave it like that.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-104227417964977571?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/104227417964977571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=104227417964977571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/104227417964977571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/104227417964977571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-pity-those-who-are-normal.html' title='i pity those who are normal.....'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4224342452166917610</id><published>2008-09-17T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:04:40.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>"Chalk For Peace" and me.</title><content type='html'>hey all.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i want people to comment , share thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;the most comments i got was when i said 'no comments' does that mean i should always say, "no comments!"? please post comments. interact with it, explore the ideas i lay before you! it builds brain cells!&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;now, for my&lt;strong&gt; real &lt;/strong&gt;entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chalk for peace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BPL&lt;/span&gt;, right out in front, someone painted a huge peace sign, with the words 'Chalk  4 Global Peace.'&lt;br /&gt;today, the library had tons of chalk out, in strange colors and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;so, after school, for 30 minutes, i sat and worked.&lt;br /&gt;i drew mini peace signs, the most common drawings.&lt;br /&gt;then i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;slogans were already there, '&lt;strong&gt;Give peace a chance&lt;/strong&gt;,' and, '&lt;strong&gt;love is better&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;someone even put '&lt;strong&gt;love one another&lt;/strong&gt;' and '&lt;strong&gt;peace is the best gift we can leave to our children&lt;/strong&gt;' someone added to the last one " &lt;strong&gt;so for their sakes, try&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;i took a large piece of yellow, set down my pack in a corner, and wrote. moving around, i wrote different things.&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;God bless the world- no exceptions&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;if war is the answer, what was the question?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; you must be the change you wish to see in the world&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;and in various places "&lt;strong&gt;peace&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;" "&lt;strong&gt;hop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;the librarians took pictures of some of what i wrote and drew, and i felt glad.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can't cause world peace, maybe no one can. but we can try. we can try, and try, and try, and even if we fail, time and time again, we can, we will, make a change in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Gandhi knew it,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; new it, Margret Mead knew it. we can know it.&lt;br /&gt;we can change this world.&lt;br /&gt;we just have to give it our all, and hope we are not alone. we have to stand and try, together.&lt;br /&gt;so do your part.&lt;br /&gt;practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4224342452166917610?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4224342452166917610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4224342452166917610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4224342452166917610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4224342452166917610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/chalk-for-peace-and-me.html' title='&quot;Chalk For Peace&quot; and me.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4835576120571466766</id><published>2008-09-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:46:42.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages to the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>what has the world come too, and other random thoughts</title><content type='html'>the other day, i went to see "yellow Jackets' a play written by a BHS grad, about BHS in the early 90's&lt;br /&gt; one of the main plot parts, was a boycott of the school paper, the jacket, because a teacher found something that she deemed racist. it turned out that it had been plagiarized from a police report, but the idea is still there.&lt;br /&gt;and i find myself asking 'why?'&lt;br /&gt;why do people hurt others? why do we find it necessary? i know i'm not perfect, but....&lt;br /&gt;it just makes me want to cry. so many lives have been destroyed for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt; a friend of mine in a class i take, is half(or quarter, i don't recall) Arab.  after 9/11, his 'friends' turn on him, calling him things like terrorist. a 9 year old had to suffer through this. it makes me ill, just the thought.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its human nature to divide people into categories, try to make them fit into the little bubbles on standardized tests, black, white, Latino/a, Asian, other.&lt;br /&gt;but it also human stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;a folly, a lie.&lt;br /&gt;no one fits into a bubble.&lt;br /&gt;people see me, and think 'she's white'&lt;br /&gt;but i say, i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;i am American, Italian, Scottish, German, Cherokee, just a little.&lt;br /&gt;white'' is not a race,  it is a bubble.&lt;br /&gt; a person from Mexico may look like someone from Costa Rica, but they are very much different. they have different customs.&lt;br /&gt;people distinguish between the different African and Asian countries a lot now.. but not so much the European ones.&lt;br /&gt;you are just 'white'&lt;br /&gt;so i say, no, i am not. i have a mix, not of 'black' and 'white', or whatever you think of when someone says 'mix'.&lt;br /&gt;race is not in your genes.&lt;br /&gt; it is a shared idea, a shared lie, created by society.&lt;br /&gt;i have a color, but that is not who i am. i am who i am, i am a mix of my heritages, a mix of my family history.&lt;br /&gt;i am myself, no matter who tells me anything else.&lt;br /&gt;i urge you to fill in, on that next test or quiz or what have you, the most often overlooked bubble, the one you look at, fill in, erase, and fill in how you look. fill in, other.&lt;br /&gt;for no one fits inside any bubble besides that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for hatred and violence because of 'race', i see it like this. we are all decedent of Noah, of Adam, and ultimately, of God. or, if you don't believe in that, we all came from monkeys, who came from something else. we are one family, brothers and sisters, so many generations back. sibling fights and squabbles are normal, see my below post. but this, all the hate and awful things in the past thousand years and beyond, particularly what has happened and is happening in the past 50, is just ridiculous. just plain stupid and hateful and wrong. let he who has not sinned cast the first stone. love one another as they self. heck, thou shalt not KILL. these are words that most of man kind fails to see, or, fails to listen to.&lt;br /&gt; i believe that the world could learn so much by going to a library, to the children's section, and picking up a picture book. in those books, the true morals are simple to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Spotty' is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the story is of a little brown and white spotted bunny, who is left behind when the rest of his family goes to have a birthday part and their grandpa's, because grandpa doesn't think bunnies should be spotty with blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so spotty runs away, and it begins to rain, and he is found by mr. brown, a bunny that looks just like him. spotty goes with mr. brown to eat and dry off, and meets mr. browns family. every bunny looks like him, blue eyes and brown spots...but in the corner, spotty sees a small, white bunny with pink eyes. her name is whitie, and the family says that because she looks different, they hide her, because grandma bunny thinks that bunnies should not be white with pink eyes.&lt;br /&gt;spotty tells the browns about why he ran away, and that his family all look like white, and he knows now  that it is all the same, they are all bunnies, and should love each other, and the browns pull white from her little corner and kiss her and are happy, while back at spotty's house, the family feels very bad for not taking him to the party, and look for him.&lt;br /&gt;they return home, and decide to look again in the morning. the next morning, rosie, one of spotty's sisters, sees the browns, who are leading spotty home, and every one rejoices, and everyone kisses everyone, and have a party, with spotty bunnies sitting with white ones, and tall bunnies next to short ones, and they eat carrots, with spotty right in the middle of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anyway, make your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;but  i like to think, that back in kindergarden, kids knew the important things in life, friends, family, love, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;thats all that truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;i think one 'dennis the meni\ce' cartoon sums it up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;its dennis, and his friend, jackson, who is 'black'&lt;br /&gt;the caption is dennis sayng, "mom, this is jackson, and we're almost the same, only he's left handed.' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;so think about what i've said in this post.&lt;br /&gt;God bless the world. No exceptions'&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4835576120571466766?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4835576120571466766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4835576120571466766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4835576120571466766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4835576120571466766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-has-world-come-too-and-other.html' title='what has the world come too, and other random thoughts'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3005002606371269505</id><published>2008-09-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:22:58.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed, in a bad moode and sleepy.</title><content type='html'>i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;but not sick enough to stay home, oh, no...&lt;br /&gt;i cough and cough until i feel like i'm going to barf, but i don't, because i'm only coughing...&lt;br /&gt;i'm also teething- that is, my 12 year old molars? well, they may be almost 4 years late, but here they come. joy.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my bunion's been acting up( just in time for P.E, witch i have first period.) 'nough said&lt;br /&gt;but that isn't all. my legs ache, and above all, i'm just so tiered!&lt;br /&gt;i get up before the flippin crack of dawn for seminary, and its so foggy out, i can hardly see to bike down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a deep sleeper, so it takes hours to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the coughing doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;and we can't fdor get the spawn-of-Satan cats.&lt;br /&gt;its not the cats that wake me, not usually. its tcm.&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely  zero qualm about telling it like it is, even if it puts dearest tcm in a bad light. as i recall, i'm 'the evil clone' according to him, so i have every damn right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every hour about, he slams open is stupid door, which leads into-you guessed it, my room. even though his new flippin from is ready!&lt;br /&gt;and it crashes with a 'bang' and a creak into my wall, and what ever happens to be there. then he proceeds to yell at the cats, and at me, for not dealing with the cats!&lt;br /&gt;well, pardon me, but i WAS SOUND ASLEEP AND DIDN'T HEAR THE DARN CATS UNTIL YOU SLAMMED YOUR FREAKING DOOR INTO MY WALL!&lt;br /&gt;then it takes about 30 minutes to fall asleep. 30 more minutes later, SLAM&lt; BAM&lt; SCREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick and tired of it. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ever gets done!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be late to PE, so i'll go now&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-3005002606371269505?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3005002606371269505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3005002606371269505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3005002606371269505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3005002606371269505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/depressed-in-bad-moode-and-sleepy.html' title='depressed, in a bad moode and sleepy.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-755626991789430500</id><published>2008-09-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:55:30.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>since its a new month and i have new readers, i think</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna post another ad. PLEASE join my Book review forum. we need members. if u are a member, tell ur friends. if ur not, join, and then tell ur friends.&lt;br /&gt;and tell ur friends to tell friends, if you would.&lt;br /&gt;http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi is the link, its also located to your right. :)&lt;br /&gt;:)   now, for some crazyness&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;")&gt;&lt;("&lt;) huggling kirbys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^")&gt;&lt;("^) dancing kirbys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;( ")&lt;(" )&gt;&lt;( ")&gt;&lt;(" )&gt;&lt;( ")&gt;&lt;(" )&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirbys will not be moved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&gt;``)&gt;    |     &lt;(``&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;peramus and thisby  kirby! separated by a wall. alas! they're from shakespear's midsummer nights dream's play within a play!&lt;br /&gt;so, join my webbi, http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi thanks&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-755626991789430500?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/755626991789430500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=755626991789430500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/755626991789430500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/755626991789430500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-its-new-month-and-i-have-new.html' title='since its a new month and i have new readers, i think'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1052225273791933265</id><published>2008-09-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:54:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm reading a freaking awsome book</title><content type='html'>it is called 'beastly' by alex flinn.&lt;br /&gt;its a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;but not just any fairy tale- a full lengh novle fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;but not just any full lengh novle fairy tale.- a modernized full lengh novle fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;but not just any modernized full lengh novle fairy tale- one about beauty and the beast.&lt;br /&gt;but not just any modernized full lengh novle fairy tale about beauty and the beast- one told from the point of view of the beast. yay!&lt;br /&gt;i love it, its amazing. i don't really mind that he was transformed-kyle(that was his name-it means handsome!) was a huge jerk. as in, kingly jerk. rotten guy. but the ending, oh the ending, all i can say is...wow!&lt;br /&gt;go read it! is spactacular.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1052225273791933265?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1052225273791933265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1052225273791933265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1052225273791933265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1052225273791933265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-reading-freaking-awsome-book.html' title='i&apos;m reading a freaking awsome book'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2516591728474540391</id><published>2008-08-29T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:44:15.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webbsites'/><title type='text'>the first week, over!</title><content type='html'>as i ride my bike down grizzly peak, faster than the wind to my house, i keep repeating a single line..two words really, from Shannon Hale's, The Goose Girl." Glory, Glory."&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i freaking love that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so today is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, and as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in high school, it was, you guessed it, FRESHMEN FRIDAY!" for those of you that don't know what that is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; just sad. ask someone who's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freshie&lt;/span&gt; or was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freshi&lt;/span&gt; in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; about to be late for a class, and these hulking senior guys are totally blocking the hall. now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not tall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; short. and kinda..little, though not as small as some, thank goodness. so...they thought i was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freshi&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like, 'can u move? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna b late." because of course, my next class is on the other side of the freaking campus.&lt;br /&gt;and there like " its a freshman! get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eegs&lt;/span&gt;' so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;so i say" for the freaking tenth time today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sophmore&lt;/span&gt;! do you need to see my freaking id card?"&lt;br /&gt;and there all , "oops" and let me through...so i call over my shoulder, just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;perster&lt;/span&gt; them " and its not freshmen, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;freshperson&lt;/span&gt;. be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; dudes!" and run. very fast... and just as i walk in to drama, the bell rings. mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my first week, all in all, has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. i love  English class, as usual, and history has some promise. my mat class is in the morning, so i should be awake, after seminary. oh! soon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be a team blogger on the new, Berkeley ward earl;y morning seminary blog! if and when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. mike sends me the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to hang with my cousins and have a sleepover, and it is gonna fully rock! i love being with them, it makes me happy and not sad, and despite the happy tone of blog lately, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still a slightly depressed person... mostly because i miss summer and because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown apart from most of my friends, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just been melancholy for no reason. anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all i have to say on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;..... this is going to be a rather long post, isn't it? so i want more people to join my book review &lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and be active... and i finished reading miracle girls, and man, it had a great ending! i cried!!!!! i had never read the last part of vol. 9, and..i cried! it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful and cheesy, but still i cried! so anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also being very active on Y!A, (for those of you that don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; Yahoo! Answers,) and racking up points! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;jsyk&lt;/span&gt;, on y!a, users ask questions, answers Q's and get points. its a help others thing. let me tell you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotten &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much info from it!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tyhe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;scotish&lt;/span&gt; games! its going to be a gazillion degrees, but should be fun!(if any of you blog readers that i know(no blog stalkers welcome, thank you!) visit the clan Rose tent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;mom'll&lt;/span&gt; be running it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be in and out. see you at the fair! oh yum, meat pies, fish&amp;amp;chips, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nougat&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;carmel&lt;/span&gt;, mars bars,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;churros&lt;/span&gt;, i can smell them already!&lt;br /&gt;fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;fack&lt;/span&gt;* i got the idea for how Sondra, the faerie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;prophetess&lt;/span&gt; in  SOD, looks from i tee shirt i saw there.&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was foggy...&lt;br /&gt;random thought of the day. sooo&lt;br /&gt;in english, the teacher told us to make a small pioster with a picture of ourselfs and a quote. i used one of pe with Little Bird on my head(i'll blog about him later) from about 2 years ago, or 3. the quote is' in life, don't rush. take a moment to stop and look up. you might be suprized by what's up there." she thought it was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;*bursts into song*&lt;br /&gt;and don't you wish you knew what i was singing.&lt;br /&gt;its called "rain." and i wrote it, its mine, mine, mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2516591728474540391?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2516591728474540391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2516591728474540391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2516591728474540391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2516591728474540391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-week-over.html' title='the first week, over!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2786509539400888964</id><published>2008-08-27T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:39:13.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not dead..yet</title><content type='html'>i survived day one of year two of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;mostly, it was just going over what this next year will be like.&lt;br /&gt;i was soo tiered by the end, those classrooms are HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i like most of my teachers. esp. my english teacher. she's funny.&lt;br /&gt;so i made it, and i'm nort dead, although my back hurts, so i'm going to lie down for a while.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2786509539400888964?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2786509539400888964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2786509539400888964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2786509539400888964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2786509539400888964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-not-deadyet.html' title='i&apos;m not dead..yet'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4008501789564147100</id><published>2008-08-25T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:34:37.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>is it monday already??</title><content type='html'>is it monday already?&lt;br /&gt;eeep!&lt;br /&gt;school starts soon!&lt;br /&gt;see this?&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;this is my 'i'm not excited for school' face&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side..&lt;br /&gt;i found my kitteh. he came back, and this makes me so very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;and my cousins, emmza and lara saharah are here. here as in, in the area. not 'here' as in, at my house. don't i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;last night i had a seminary meeting, we met our new teacher,mr. mason, who will be working with mr. mike.&lt;br /&gt;mr. mike is making a seminary blog' where we can all post our crazy stories. from seminary.&lt;br /&gt;today i had a denits appointment. ugg.&lt;br /&gt;at least this time i didn't puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the scotish game4s are comming up this weekend, and this makes me pleased. i like the scotish games. i love the scotish games. they sell lots of yummy food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of to post, so i'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4008501789564147100?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4008501789564147100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4008501789564147100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4008501789564147100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4008501789564147100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-monday-already_25.html' title='is it monday already??'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2265440948153073346</id><published>2008-08-22T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:27:46.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittys'/><title type='text'>DOTW, SOD</title><content type='html'>as requested, here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excerpts from Sod and DOTW.&lt;br /&gt;first, a mini synopsis/teaser thingy for DOTW. i posted one for SOD a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerida, aka Nida, a 12 year old loner/misfit with a passion for the sea, learns that she is a 'daughter of the waves', the sole child of the sea spirit, with the powers of the ocean within her. The spirit had been destroyed only days after Nida's birth, and Nida was given a human form with the last of her mother's  magic, and sent to a small, landlocked city.  but now, a strange force wants her powers, and will stop at nothing to get them. With a single friend by her side, Nida must learn to control her powers in order to save her self, and prehaps all of humanity, from the Shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, and excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I got off the bus  at my stop, but rather than head home, I picked my way to this little park, not very big, with a sand box, and other stuff for little kids. I plopped down on a swing and just hung there, staring out at the little clump of trees that blocked the view of the street. Without really caring, I started to swing. Aside from being in the water, or drawing, swinging was the one time I felt free, a time I felt like I could fly. My worries just vanished, left behind on the ground while I soared. The wind was picking up, swirling my dark hair around.  The wind brushed past my face, like a breath of freedom. Wind was, in essence, the freest thing. The water was trapped by the tides, by the shores. But not the wind. The wind was something very different. Nothing could truly trap the wind, not forever. As I swung, lost in my thoughts, the sun sank lower. I glanced up, and realized I’d better get home. My mom would be back from work by now. With a final glance at the wild blue sky, I headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and now for a bit of SOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That night, Nadia slept fitfully, her dreams twisting, frightening. Then they changed altogether. She saw Sondra, faint and shimmering, heard Sondra’s voice, soothing at first. “Stones,” she began. “Stones, Ekasaf has found your town. He and his minions will be coming. I cannot meet you again, for though Ekasaf is in your world, my Isle is under siege. I will send help, if I can. Beware the Song. I tried, I tried, please, beware.” Nadia’s dream-self reached a hand out to the faerie. “What song? What do you mean? What’s going on?” she became frantic as the image of the faerie prophetess began to fade. “WAIT!”&lt;br /&gt;“Forgive me. Please, forgive me. I am so sorry.  Idid not mean to...forgive me.”  The image of Sondra’s sorrowful face, eyes brimming with tears as she spoke, faded to nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sad note, my cat, walker, is missing, for over 24 hours now. most people think, thats not that long, for an outdoor cat. but walker's NEVER goone all night, and if he ever is, he's waiting to come in at dawn. he's lazy, he sits in the sun on the patio. but no one saw him yesterday. and he didn't come in all last night.&lt;br /&gt;my neighbor said he heard a loud cat fight in the lot close by... i'm worried about my kitty! tcm doesn't think anythings wrong, but i'm not so sure. he didn't come when i called, wistled, or shook the cat treat box!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2265440948153073346?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2265440948153073346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2265440948153073346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2265440948153073346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2265440948153073346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/dotw-sod.html' title='DOTW, SOD'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1996778711130343571</id><published>2008-08-21T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:53:43.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><title type='text'>oh, so happy!</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was bhs registration for 10th,11th, and 12th graders. my dad's reaction 'when i was that age, all you did was show up on the first day!'&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased w/ my classes, i got team sports, which is good, considering i had put 'soccer' as a second choice for PE. that's not so good. for my feet, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and i got dramatic arts. yay! last year i got put in a special drama class, and, since it was only for 10,11,12 graders, i had to drop it. (don't the admin people ever think?! goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to why i am so very happy.&lt;br /&gt;i spent 3 hours on the comp. typing. typing SOD. i went through my  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=192F97A7BDE46419"&gt;youtube playlist &lt;/a&gt;twice!&lt;br /&gt;i listen to the songs while i type, you see, it helps me concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;i said before i was at page 50. but...that was when , at the end of a chapter(I'm going to start chapter 10 today) i left the rest of the page blank. to conserve paper, and space and junk, i got rid of the spaces. and was at page 41....&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i reached page 50. finally! it has been almost 1 year since i began. my characters have become more real,  and other things. I'm so very proud. sadly, i typed up all the untyped stuff i had(excluding, of course, my ending and epilouge possibilities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for DOTW, i am on page 12.  i have not divided it into chapters at all, and have about 5 pages in a notebook, waiting to be typed.  which i shall do today. or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...huh. i thought i had more to say... guess not.&lt;br /&gt;next post i'll be posting a segment, just a tiny one, of DOTW or SOD. cast your vote in comments!&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1996778711130343571?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1996778711130343571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1996778711130343571' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1996778711130343571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1996778711130343571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-so-happy_21.html' title='oh, so happy!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4117715188648858231</id><published>2008-08-19T16:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:54:13.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Oh! hi! um...i'm lazy..heh</title><content type='html'>so..i'm back from girls camp.&lt;br /&gt;starclan it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;i:&lt;br /&gt;survived the 15(16 maybe..or 17, i don't know) mile hike, that included a 3/4 mile strech in which we rose 800 ft.  not to mention the 'dirt' was so dusty, it was&lt;br /&gt;a) impossible to breath&lt;br /&gt;b) so slippery ish that for ever 3 steps forward you fwell one back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw part of a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote 4 or so poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung out with sari and candi and ginny and all my ofther friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read 15 childrens books on tape to send to dana(camp leader)'s sister who works at cihnacare, an orphanage in china, so the kids couldlisten to them and read along.(that was fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played 'unexploded cow' with sari and candi and lost utterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost pranked the third years by pretending to be a bear, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taught the other 4th years what to do in an avalanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the final book in the 'book of mormon sleuth' saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identified 90% of the birds i saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killed my feet(ow! they still hurt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other stuff!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is BHS orientation. lovely. i don't wanna go to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also discovered something that made me sad: i havent WRITTEN anything new in TSOD(hereby known as 'SOD')&lt;br /&gt;i typed some new stuff, and edited, but other than that...nada.&lt;br /&gt;sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, i got lots of 'DOTW' so thats good.&lt;br /&gt;time for a a bit of one of my stories...next post. comment and tell me which you'd prefer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least: i got a new cellphone. most of you know that i lost my cellphone while in utah/arizona....i got a new one. it has a camera! i love it!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4117715188648858231?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4117715188648858231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4117715188648858231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4117715188648858231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4117715188648858231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Oh! hi! um...i&apos;m lazy..heh'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6542709752573268806</id><published>2008-08-06T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:51:49.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh gosh</title><content type='html'>how many of you do something when you're excited? for example, chew your nails, or hop up and down?&lt;br /&gt;i sure do. so i'm reading one of my fave mangas,&lt;a href="http://bookbat.conforums.com/index.cgi?action=display&amp;board=mangareview&amp;num=1217811299&amp;start=0#1217811299"&gt; miracle girls,  &lt;/a&gt;when i notice. i'm biting my thumbs!! i know that daphne grimm, from the &lt;i&gt;sisters grimm&lt;/i&gt;, bites her palm, but i nip my thumbs! strange.&lt;br /&gt;well, for the first time, i'm reading book two of miracle girls. the library, curses, doesn't have it. nor does it have the final volume. when i read the seirs almost a year ago, i just passed over two, but i didn't understand some parts of volume three. that was it though, no all important clues. just a few 'huh? when did that...oh! musta been book two' moments. but today, i thought. i want to read miracle girls. mostly, my book cravings say 'i want happy, i want sad, i want battles, i want a mystery( only, i have no new mysteries, so they aren't as fun to re-read) but today it was particular, so i thought i outh to listen. come to find out, all the books that the library does have are checked out. so i remember what Holly A, from photo, said, about reading manga online. and after going through about 20 sites, i find one that has what i'm looking for, and i read, and i read, and before long, i'm biting my thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6542709752573268806?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6542709752573268806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6542709752573268806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6542709752573268806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6542709752573268806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-gosh.html' title='oh gosh'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9047718215105773198</id><published>2008-08-05T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:17:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starclan, i can haz Lolcats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1358668" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-librarian-cat-tells-it-like-it-is.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1316214" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-why-no-garfield-in-book-stack.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1475971" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-kitten-makes-a-mistake.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1288069" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/funny-pictures-he-suspects-nothing-priceless.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1574406" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/funny-pictures-sometimes-the-mail-gets-you.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1505838" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-cat-finds-out-how-dogs-fall.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1503498" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-cat-wonders-about-pool-sharks.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1438202" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-cat-drives-your-car-when-you-go-to-work.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1448483" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-fish-cannot-hold-breath-forever.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img class="mine_1391379" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/funny-pictures-just-add-tuna.jpg" alt="cat" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this site cracks me up! thanks to zary and genun for the link!&lt;br /&gt;link:http://icanhascheezburger.com/&lt;br /&gt;(some are a bit confusing. sound out the 'words' if you get stuck!)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9047718215105773198?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9047718215105773198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9047718215105773198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9047718215105773198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9047718215105773198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/starclan-i-can-haz-lolcats.html' title='Starclan, i can haz Lolcats!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1772868661339210757</id><published>2008-08-04T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:24:06.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick explanation, and random stuff.</title><content type='html'>first of all, relating to the last post: the reason i wanted no comments was because when ppl disagree with me or get mad at something i say, i go nuts, and feel terrible. as in, tummy aches, can;t sleep, ripping my hair out terrible. sometimes i should, i can have a big mouth, but  i'mso  afraid  i'll offend people, that i start saying i'm sorry when all i did was express my opinon, and end up really depressed because i keep my true feelings bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finnished listening to Obert Skye's(leven thumps) latest book, pillage.&lt;br /&gt;truly amazing. best audio book i've listend to in a while. and the story was gripping and fast paced, the charaters soo...real. i felt as though i knew them, at around the 3 disk. it had a great villian, though it(i shall not say if the villian is a girl or boy, or other creatur.) one of the best i'dcome across in a while.  the only thing i didn't like was..the dragons. they were..like a cat. worse, like a...snake. no thoughts, no feelings, nothing. might as well have been robots. but the descriptions were great.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for Girls camp, i'll finaly see candi again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tcm finnished the sisters grimm, and mom is now done with Fablehaven (thanks for lending us the book emmza! sahara, have you started it yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight we begin 'dragon flight' i guess i need to get tcm into a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what eles? lucy has been so cuddly since we got back, so has walker. he won'y leave us alone, particularly at night! oh, right, i forgot. it is my goal to learn how do make AMVs, before i'm 18. anyone know how? if not, i'll email some of my you tube friends.... it feels great to have acsess to you tube again, after so long without being near a comp!&lt;br /&gt;i STILL need to finish Avatar! i forgot!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1772868661339210757?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1772868661339210757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1772868661339210757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1772868661339210757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1772868661339210757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-explanation-and-random-stuff.html' title='quick explanation, and random stuff.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6586979839489590858</id><published>2008-08-03T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:00:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The twilight tragedy. NO COMMENTS.</title><content type='html'>forget everything i said about twilight in the past.. i hate it now. nothing anyone says will change my mind. i was thinking about it, i found out how bk 3 ended. i started to think, how could i ever have liked it? its totally plot driven, which in and of itself is not bad, but I'd be nice to feel some attachment to the characters. and by that,I DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOT mean fall in love and be obsessed with Mr. ed, Jake, whoever the heck it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went online to Y!A, as i was very bored. i saw a question that utterly shocked me. i will not say what it was, for fear of spoiling what little plot there is for the rest of you. i will only state that i was completely shocked when i read the 14 answers, all the same. a single word.&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my heart, to think that there are 12-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and younger reading these books, rather than something wholesome, SM has created a problem. i fear i can no longer trust new and coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; authors, unless their books feature the church. i know I'm being ridiculous in that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fablehaven&lt;/span&gt; is fine, the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; reality is fine, goose girl is fine.&lt;br /&gt;but i can still no longer trust that even though a book is written by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;, who must be aware of the age of her readers, it will be good, clean. or will abide by the standards in my 'for the strength of youth '. this infuriates me to no end. what was she thinking? how could she!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my mother will be reading a book, and with out warning, throw it in the trash. she does this not because the plot is dumb, or the story not interesting, but because it does not fit her standards. if only every reader could have the courage to do that.&lt;br /&gt;but my words are pointless, for who will listen? perhaps they are more for myself, to send my feelings out into the world, to free myself of the relentless voice that wails in my mind, why?, why?, why?&lt;br /&gt;i no longer what to be 'the next SM'&lt;br /&gt;i care about my readers, by younger friends, and  my characters. to me they are real. if i betrayed them, it would be as if i betrayed myself.&lt;br /&gt;******I DO NOT WANT COMMENTS! DO NOT COMMENT ON THIS! I MEAN IT! THIS IS A POST I SIMPLY WANT TO SHOW MY ANGER AND FEELINGS OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BETRAYAL&lt;/span&gt;! NO COMMENTS!*****&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6586979839489590858?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6586979839489590858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6586979839489590858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6586979839489590858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6586979839489590858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-tragedy.html' title='The twilight tragedy. NO COMMENTS.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7523743454322797919</id><published>2008-08-02T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:04:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, i'm back!</title><content type='html'>things of intrest to me.&lt;br /&gt;1. i now love the tv show 'psych'&lt;br /&gt;2. i went to four corners&lt;br /&gt;3. i have now been to the land of the freaking mormons.&lt;br /&gt;4. i made about 6 vidoes with my cousins that will be posted on youtube within the month&lt;br /&gt;5. i slept for 14 hours last night.&lt;br /&gt;6. i spent over $104 on books in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;7. i hiked up to delicate arch with lara and her brother. boy, that was tireing. ya see, a certain someone, who shall remain unnamed, got tired often....i gave him piggy back rides for most of the way back, and some of the way there. and we forgot to bring water bottles.&lt;br /&gt;8. after 3 years, i finaly beat my chronicles of narina, lion, the witch and the wardrobe ds game. i feel so...depressed.it was to short!. ok, ao i cheated and used the computer. i still beat it in less than a week! anyway....&lt;br /&gt;9. i read the 3 unicorn chroicles book. mr. coville, hurry up with book four! i am not waiting another 9 years!(ok, so i only waited 3 years. most people waited ten!(thats how long it was between bk 2 and bk 3))&lt;br /&gt;10. i wrote three pages of DOTW on the plane yesterday. and started working on as very stupid, bad map that even Vicky(erin hunter number 3, hates drawing maps) could do better than me on, for TSOD.&lt;br /&gt;11. bought birthday gifts for Zary and Genun.&lt;br /&gt;12. got the link to emma's blog&lt;br /&gt;13. FOUND OUT THAT THERE IS GOING TO BE ANOTHER BOOK IN THE DRAGON BOOKS BY JESSICA DAY GEORGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! i am so very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;14. Sarah Beth Durst's poster 'NO, i'm not Stephenie Meyer, but did she shlep herself to the mall to sign your books???'  is extreamly amusing. i'd rather have an autographed commy of 'into the wild' or 'out of the wild' than anything by SM&lt;br /&gt;must go shopping  now, there is food to put on food(like creamcheese) but no food to put it on!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7523743454322797919?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7523743454322797919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7523743454322797919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7523743454322797919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7523743454322797919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-im-back.html' title='yes, i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-145792828396593422</id><published>2008-07-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:46:42.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me one good reason to title this, just one. make that 2.</title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;in a few minutes/hours, i will be going to g'ma's. then, before dawn tomorrow, i will be on my way to the airport, to arizona. where i will proceed to die of bordom, untill the very moment i spot my cousins. you know who you are. unles...cousins, you don't have amnsia, right? ok, great, we got that cleared up!&lt;br /&gt;in tamora perices circle of maic: sandry's book, daja mentions a sorakku, a box kept on ships (in the book) full of food and water. i have a bordoem sorakku, aka a royal purple back pack that has seen better days. it contains&lt;br /&gt;several never before read by me books, three mini notebooks, my TSOD binder-notebook, pens, ds, ds games, walkman, two audio books, and a teddy.&lt;br /&gt;i think we are going now!&lt;br /&gt;so before i go, i urge you to go to the 'autho'r section, click on 'sarah beth durst' and from there go to 'obscure fairy tale posts' they are soooo funny. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;random shirt i saw, #1: i can't....i'm mormon.(that was at youth con. i need one of those!)&lt;br /&gt;#2: hiku's are pretty&lt;br /&gt;but they sometimes don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;random thought: t'zikin(ZI-KEEN) is a pretty name.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-145792828396593422?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/145792828396593422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=145792828396593422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/145792828396593422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/145792828396593422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/give-me-one-good-reason-to-title-this.html' title='give me one good reason to title this, just one. make that 2.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1498192343387213800</id><published>2008-07-21T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:32:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bookworms welcome!</title><content type='html'>please join my rather lame-ish, small, and strange book devoted webbsite. it is a conforum for people to talk about are review books. the link is located at the bottom of my blog(just scroll down..a bit more..you can't miss it, it's under the bold purple lettering!)&lt;br /&gt;i am bookbat, and it is my little world. we only have, like,  9 members. join us!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1498192343387213800?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1498192343387213800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1498192343387213800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1498192343387213800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1498192343387213800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/bookworms-welcome.html' title='bookworms welcome!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9115458750622132677</id><published>2008-07-19T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:51:51.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>i want  chocolate</title><content type='html'>so i survived cub scout camp, just barely.&lt;br /&gt;today, i walked up the hill, and i got a haircut. yes! i got a hair cut! i decided i didn't really want to get my hair done at camp, and besides, i won't have much time at camp, as i'll be on a 20 mile hike for most of the time. i know, 20 miles isn't much. you try doing that with&lt;br /&gt;* weak ankles that get  hurt with the slightest stumble&lt;br /&gt;* bunions&lt;br /&gt;*heavy pack&lt;br /&gt;* a dozen or so other girls that aren't big on waiting up. or talking about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm going to be helping genun with his eagle scout project, and then i'm going to a pioneer day bbq. i'm gonna have fun with that.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been writing as much as i should be, on either of my little fantasy stories, but i have gotten a bit more. here is an excert from  &lt;i&gt;The Stones of Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall, willowy  woman stared out across the waters, gazing at the reflections of the stars. Her long blue hair was the color of the sea at night, nearly black, and smooth as silk. Another woman, this one shorter, with hair the color of a cherry tree's new blossoms, went to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Sondra," The second woman called softly into the mist. "Sondra, is it time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "No, Bethaniee, the time is soon, but for now, Faerie is safe."&lt;br /&gt;  The woman stood, and stretched her wings, for she was not mortal, but a faerie, a member of the race mortals seemed to classify as nothing more than stories for children as they went to bed, heads filled with dreams of tomorrow. Her brow creased as she wondered how long her people had before the growing evil destroyed the peacefulness of her world. As if in answer to her question, a low boom echoed across the sea. It was over, after four long years, it was finally over. But the woman did not rejoice. This time, Good had not won; as she knew it would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bethaniee, Grace," Sondra whispered. "Gather the Guardians, and the Stones! The time is now!"&lt;br /&gt;Grace, the third of the four faeries on The Island began to weep, softly, wind causing her light green tunic to billow. Everything else was still, as if in mourning, the stars dimmed, "Is- is the King…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. The King has fallen. Faerie is all but destroyed," Sondra said sorrowfully. "There is little time left for us to work. To save Faerie, we must act now, and send the Guardians to Earth. This is the only way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know," Grace whispered softly, wiping tears from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;      Henna, a fourth faerie, the youngest of them, her long golden hair shining in the light of the moon, spoke up. "The Prophecy! Will it truly come to pass?" her amber eyes glowed with a combination of fear and hope.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Sondra told her, with grief in her voice. “All of it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has the time come at last?" Two voices from the shadows spoke at once as two golden shapes emerged to join the faerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oricy, Quinlan, yes, it is time," Bethaniee said, her voice a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;Two more shapes, these a pale silver in color, coalesced from the darkness. "We are here," a soft, birdlike voice called out.&lt;br /&gt;"Aruta, Karanna, come here, to the circle." Sondra instructed. She gestured to a carved circle, set in to the stone.  Aruta, Oricy, Karanna, and Quinlan, the Guardians, gathered in the center of a stone sun, and the faeries began to chant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moon of two worlds&lt;br /&gt;Stars of four&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth&lt;br /&gt;Open your door&lt;br /&gt;That those before you&lt;br /&gt;May safely pass&lt;br /&gt;This we ask, of you&lt;br /&gt;Let it be so!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three times, the sun began to glow with a pale  light, not quiet silver, not quite gold and the four Guardians vanished, each with a small, white box, each with a name set in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;this is only a rough draft, keep in mind&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9115458750622132677?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9115458750622132677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9115458750622132677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9115458750622132677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9115458750622132677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-chocolate.html' title='i want  chocolate'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5907903315891714055</id><published>2008-07-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:43:20.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled is a funny word</title><content type='html'>well, my second day as a cub scout camp volenteer didn't kill me.. thats good, right?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm about 2/3 done with ECLIPSE, the vampire books.&lt;br /&gt;its good enough, but i still don't see what all these teenage girls seen in edward. i used to tease 'bella' by saying i liked jacobe. that would always make her exasperated, but now...well, i don't like him, but i like his caracter more than  ed's. so there. i guess i'm 'team jake' now...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still on my avatar kick. wowowowowow! its that good. i see lots of amvs and tributes for it,on you tube, though not as many as for warrorcats or digimon...&lt;br /&gt;so tcm and my mom are in tahoe at a music camp... dad's in walnut creek right now, and mr. and miss kitty are both prowling the night, sleek as panthers.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i will go now, and sit in bed and read 'warrior heir'&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5907903315891714055?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5907903315891714055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5907903315891714055' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5907903315891714055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5907903315891714055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/untitled-is-funny-word.html' title='untitled is a funny word'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-513694045223340876</id><published>2008-07-09T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:32:07.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random little post at 10:30</title><content type='html'>i love avatar! and thanks to Q for the link that sent me to the wonderfull webbie that enables me to watch all the episodes that have been aird thus far. i am nearly finnished with season two. yayay!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-513694045223340876?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/513694045223340876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=513694045223340876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/513694045223340876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/513694045223340876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-little-post-at-1030.html' title='random little post at 10:30'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2010871960634514104</id><published>2008-07-09T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:03:50.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>gosh..where to start?&lt;br /&gt;i've been a lazy little girl...lets start with the forth.&lt;br /&gt;i did not see fireworks. i saw multi-colored fogbanks. i ate many hotdogs, baked a cake, and went to the library.&lt;br /&gt;the 5th&lt;br /&gt;i had my second-and final-rehersal for the youth con. t'was very fun. i also had ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;the 6th. i admit it. i broke the 4th comandment(yes, i know all the comandemnts, in order!) i went to see a movie. i saw WallE it was so cute. i love happyendings. the cockroch was very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;the 7th&lt;br /&gt;my friend holly and i went to see 'kung fu panda' i thought it would be childish . it WAS! but it was a wonderfull kind of childish, i enjoyed it. then we hung out on shadduct, stopping at mels for lunch, half price books, a bead store, where i bought so crystals that became a necklace-a very nice one if i do say so myself-that i gave to holly, and this tiny bookstore that sells only sci-fi and fantasy. needless to say, i'm going back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;sean, jesse,(two of my neighbors) and tcm(upt) and i made another mini movie, that will be uploaded onto you tube shortly. it involves Jesse and tcm reading my 'diary'(a poetry notebook that says'journal' on it) amd me getiing angry. then we have a stage fight. sean did the filming. kudos to sean..&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the bookstore, to pre-order  'dark whispers' by bruce coville.&lt;br /&gt;back story:&lt;br /&gt;DW is book three in a very good series, that i love. book to was written about 9 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;i discoverd the series only about 5 years ago, so i haven't been waiting as long as some. but finaly, finaly, i got word that it was comming! i was very pleased. i've read parts of it on the webbi(see under authors 'bruce coville')&lt;br /&gt;and it (DW) was due to come out the first. after waiting in line for eiternirty, the woman at 5the counter&lt;br /&gt;told&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;already had it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i bought it today. read the first 2 chapters...and told mom to hide it, to save it untill the big family reunion in AZ. how will i survive? i have othe books to tide me over though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw 'kit kittrage(?), an american girl' with my mom today. it was very , very good. and there's the fact that i have a SLIGHT crush on one of the actors..not that i'm telling you who!&lt;br /&gt;i made my first ever pair of earings yesterday, turquoise balls with crystal. i gave them to gramma.&lt;br /&gt;more news.&lt;br /&gt;mom and i, after compleating dragon Slippers, though not Dragon flight, are reading 'fablehaven' together. i'm getting more out of the story, reading it aloud. its fun to stop at critical parts and poke her, just to see if she's paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes comentary is included,  often when seth does something stupid. that happens quite alot, now that i think about it...&lt;br /&gt;i finished the Shamers cronicles, as well as the circle of magic quartet. other books i've read recently inclued&lt;br /&gt;fablehaven....shhh, don't tell mom i've read ahead of her!&lt;br /&gt;beka cooper: terrier&lt;br /&gt;the story teller's daughter: a retelling of sharhazad&lt;br /&gt;the shadow spinner (the story of The last few days of Sharhazad's story telling, from the POV of a common girl.)&lt;br /&gt;and i just began 'goblins wood'&lt;br /&gt;thats about it!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2010871960634514104?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2010871960634514104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2010871960634514104' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2010871960634514104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2010871960634514104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7150256245585040386</id><published>2008-07-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:58:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn.</title><content type='html'>i am sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;today i walked up the hill. them rode my bike to meet up with shalay. we hung around downtome berkeley for a while, going into about a half-dozen book stores. then i bused home, and wached, like, 8 episodes, no, 9 episodes of Avatar. still not as bad as  my digimon kick last year. that was crazy. this is relitivly normal, and prbably just as shortlived. at least i'm not hopping up and down...yet.&lt;br /&gt;i  also read part of the third 'shamer's daughter' books. its good so far....&lt;br /&gt;and mom got me mine own copy of 'fablehaven'&lt;br /&gt;speaking of getting books, at the BPL, they have this mini bookstore, sells books really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;i found this one , first addtition, hardcover, book, in perfect condition. worth 15 bucks at b&amp;amp;n or amazon. got it for a buck! a buck!&lt;br /&gt;i am one happy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;and i just recalled that i have a chocolate bar under the forth shirt in the second drawer in my dresser! must be going!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7150256245585040386?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7150256245585040386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7150256245585040386' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7150256245585040386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7150256245585040386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/yawn.html' title='yawn.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-467735227280508867</id><published>2008-07-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:06:55.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>multitasking!</title><content type='html'>im blogging, listening to 'listen to your heart' (warriorcats tribute. what can i say?)&lt;br /&gt;and working on DOTW. speaking of dotw, i's turning out nicely, although its only gonna be about 30 pages long...better come up with some more middle. again, i know how it starts, and how it ends, but in between....yeah. i got nothing. stuff just pours out of my mind, slowly but surely. for some reason, all my stories involve poweroutages and storms... huh.&lt;br /&gt;i just finnished watching disk 4 of my new fave tv show, Avatar: the last airbender.&lt;br /&gt;must go to elephant pharmacy and get disk 5.&lt;br /&gt;ooooh! 'seasons of love (warriorcats again) is playing. donch just LOVE youtube? i sure do.&lt;br /&gt;last night, with tasha, i wove a bit, and watched 'the goonies'&lt;br /&gt;i LOVED it. LOVE, LOVE, LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made cookies. only i, uh, fried them.&lt;br /&gt;they were very crispy!&lt;br /&gt;wanna very brown...uh, ok, black, cookie? anyone? anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;song change! now its 'because of you' digimon: hikari tribute/amv.&lt;br /&gt;this is fun, but mr cat wants out.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-467735227280508867?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/467735227280508867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=467735227280508867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/467735227280508867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/467735227280508867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/multitasking.html' title='multitasking!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7144187160912113789</id><published>2008-07-01T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:28:03.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole lot of nothing much</title><content type='html'>uh...&lt;br /&gt;i went to the BPL yesterday. got a couple books.&lt;br /&gt;dragonhaven&lt;br /&gt;ranger's apprentice&lt;br /&gt;shamer's daughter&lt;br /&gt;outriders: expidition to blue cave.&lt;br /&gt;read them all.&lt;br /&gt;loved them all&lt;br /&gt;must go to library to find others . most of the books(well, all of them bisides dragonhaven) have sequels.&lt;br /&gt;i love sequels.  new story, with the same characters. charaters you already know , and love to hear more about.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;my little kitty, lucy, hurt her paw! we don't know how, we think maybe its a thorn, but she won't let us touch it. she sleeps on my bed now, hogging the whole middle. i have to curve around her. that makes her feel safe, i assume.&lt;br /&gt;tcm and my mom are both reading 'the sisters grimm' a really good series. i have a link on this blog to the website, click under 'authors' 'micheal buckley'&lt;br /&gt;i found out, via wikipedia, that there's gonna be a movie, set to come out around 2010. not sure if its just a rumor, since there was nothing on the website to back that up, but it sounds intersting.&lt;br /&gt;it would make a good movie, plenty of action, and a 200 pound dog.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and praticly every fairytale character you can think of.not all, mind you. but most of the popular ones.&lt;br /&gt;i still can't get over  the fact that Snow White is a karate instructor. thats just funny. i mean, the disney Snow is so calm and innocent, its just creepy. i love this snow. she is, as daphne grimm would say, 'so punk-rock'&lt;br /&gt;what else?a new swing was put up, in place of The Swing, but the rope is so much shorter, and on a lower branch, that you swing maybe a yard. if you push of the ground really hard. the old swing, you swung out (ok, i confess. i know measyurements, how many feet in a yard, mile, inches in a foot, ect. but i don't KNOW how long a foot is. i can't tell how far away somthing is by looking at it. its either far away, not far away, or in the middle. i admitt it!)  at least10 feet.(i measuerd the distens, sort of. i use'd my self as a 'little bit less than 5 foot stick' rather than go home and get a yard stick.)&lt;br /&gt;more often i'd go about 15 feet. but now....&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even go fast, like The Swing. it's lame. i should be greatfull, for jhaveing any swing at all. but i'm not. i miss The Swing. it moments on that old Swing, where i swear it felt like i was flying, that i felt most at home, most ...free. is that strange? yes, it is, but it's true, while i was soaring on that long blue rope, my fears and sorrows just seemed to slide away.  and now its gone.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, mommy deer and her two little fawns are outside the window, being really cute.&lt;br /&gt;i named them.&lt;br /&gt;mommy, Spot, and Dot.&lt;br /&gt;Spot has a darker marking under his/her ear, and dot is smaller.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7144187160912113789?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7144187160912113789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7144187160912113789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7144187160912113789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7144187160912113789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/whole-lot-of-nothing-much.html' title='a whole lot of nothing much'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6797121993110202522</id><published>2008-06-29T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:22:57.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am happy today. and i was yesterday too....</title><content type='html'>i am very happy. yesterday was great!&lt;br /&gt;for on thing, i had my first rehearsal for the youth con. singing thing. we sound pretty darn good! its me and one other girl, and some guys from concord stake. its gonna be great. i hope someone brings a camera and tapes us....&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to my first ever formal (well, semi formal) dance.&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;i wore this yellow and white silk dress, with a yellow crystal moon-shaped pendent. the theme was 'under the stars'&lt;br /&gt;anyway. for the first time, i was asked to dance! I've gone to other dances, just not formal ones, through church. but no one's ever asked me to dance before. until last night! his name's Brady, and he was from a different stake, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danville&lt;/span&gt;, i think. anyway, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. it went until 11, so I'm sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reading a very good book, 'the naming' from the books of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pellinor&lt;/span&gt;. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interesting&lt;/span&gt;. and fantasy, of course.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6797121993110202522?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6797121993110202522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6797121993110202522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6797121993110202522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6797121993110202522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-happy-today-and-i-was-yesterday.html' title='i am happy today. and i was yesterday too....'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-872671343756113326</id><published>2008-06-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:18:20.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.'/><title type='text'>why can't  i just go live on an island far away from everyone eles(with internet acsess, of course)</title><content type='html'>i am extreamly ticked off today.&lt;br /&gt;you might ask why?&lt;br /&gt;well, 1. im very sleepy. tcm got back yesterday, and of course, had jet lang. there are thousands of things to to at midnight, without waking up a very tierd girl in pain, but of course, he can't do any of that, oh no. he has to get up at midnight, and through out the night. but even thats not enoughm, he has to say, to himself, loudly 'i'm gonna make some nice hot chocolate' and 'walker, want some food'&lt;br /&gt;as far as i know, feeding a cat and making hot choclate do not requier commentary, nor to they requir slamming already creaky bedroom doors. but i must be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;and then lits back track to 'girl in pain' why, might you ask, am i in pain? for one my anlke has been hurting like crazy for days, and for abnother, i have painful floor-burns on both knees, and elbows.&lt;br /&gt;it was a YW/YM activity (church) i can't bend very far, i'm very tight. its some genetic thing. bending over, i can just touch my knees, then it hurts, badly.&lt;br /&gt;so for the activity, i had to race, pushing this rollor. i thought i could do it, but i was wrong. after i fell the second time, and got hurt, the other team, made up over 12-13 year old girls, started laughing at me. i couldent stand. when i finished my turn, i limped up onto a table. the leader insisted they were 'laughing with me' but for the record, i sure as hell wasn't laughing. there are some of those girls that i could just kill. while i pressed a cold compress to one knee, one of them kept jeering at my teammates. she must think she's qeen. i told her to shut it, and she got all bratty on me 'don't talk to me like that'&lt;br /&gt;well, some needs to, cuz other wise, the bay area's gonna end up with another princess amaila (dragon slippers refrence)&lt;br /&gt;so theres that.&lt;br /&gt;and today, tcm has the nerve to call me'evil clone' on his blog, and throse this mini-fit, which he does often enough, and storms out the door. of course, its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;it allways is. cause i'm partaly deaf of something, and natraly talk loud, so everyopne hears what i sayu, but never what he says. sibling equality? oximoron.&lt;br /&gt;reminder: if any part of this post angers you, though it out, carri around your burdens for nine mo nths, then complain about it to me. thats what i end up toning. heven forbid i ever complain (grounded, and a screaming at from dad.)&lt;br /&gt; more later, unless i pull up enough bravery to run away and stay away for more than a few hours. though my foot would have to heal first, and thats never gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;im just really, really depressed and angery right niw, and i can't complain to my rents.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-872671343756113326?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/872671343756113326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=872671343756113326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/872671343756113326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/872671343756113326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-cant-i-just-go-live-on-island-far.html' title='why can&apos;t  i just go live on an island far away from everyone eles(with internet acsess, of course)'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5941229096326985930</id><published>2008-06-25T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:01:17.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>name my pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLaf1q7s5I/AAAAAAAAABY/MRG_EKBNbYo/s1600-h/fireworks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLaf1q7s5I/AAAAAAAAABY/MRG_EKBNbYo/s320/fireworks.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971558966408082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLaf4FPWjI/AAAAAAAAABg/jhZIc2CrZWE/s1600-h/colors+of+night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLaf4FPWjI/AAAAAAAAABg/jhZIc2CrZWE/s320/colors+of+night.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971559613618738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLagPo72AI/AAAAAAAAABo/nF4IA4mG6gY/s1600-h/sky+of+night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLagPo72AI/AAAAAAAAABo/nF4IA4mG6gY/s320/sky+of+night.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215971565937350658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some computer drawings i did, using paint.  help me come up with names, if you want.or just look at them, i don't really care...&lt;br /&gt;tell me your favorit of them, mines the middle one, how about you? &lt;br /&gt;funny, i just noticed, they are all of the night sky....&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;dear me, OSC is stalking a bird....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5941229096326985930?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5941229096326985930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5941229096326985930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5941229096326985930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5941229096326985930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/name-my-pics.html' title='name my pics!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SGLaf1q7s5I/AAAAAAAAABY/MRG_EKBNbYo/s72-c/fireworks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9056043396894647174</id><published>2008-06-24T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:54:47.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a box came in the mail, not an hour ago....</title><content type='html'>a  box came in the mail today...from :JESSICA DAY GEORGE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know am the proud owner of one copy of 'Dragon Flight' with the words 'hi anna! i'm glad you like my books! Shardas lives!' on the title page.&lt;br /&gt;can you say: "AHHHH!!"&lt;br /&gt;so there i was hugging the book and jumping up and down, being even more nutso than i was at this time last year during the digi-crazy stage. most of you know what happened then, if not, picture me. now, picture me hopping up and down very, very fast. now picture me clapping my hands  and spinning, while hopping up and down. add some shrieks of delight, and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I'm going to represent Oakland stake at the youth confrance in july!!!!!! for the entertainment part that is. im going to sing!&lt;br /&gt;today just gets better and better!&lt;br /&gt;sugar cerial for breakfast, sleeping in till nine, 2 new members on a fourum i set up, kitty sitting on my bed purring, singing at the youth con, and now this!&lt;br /&gt;happyness!&lt;br /&gt;gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9056043396894647174?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9056043396894647174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9056043396894647174' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9056043396894647174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9056043396894647174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/box-came-in-mail-not-hour-ago.html' title='a box came in the mail, not an hour ago....'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7784817461315968243</id><published>2008-06-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:19:04.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny joke i found on my old webbie, starclan.</title><content type='html'>5 people  were in a house, one was the mom, the other  four were her  kids....&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, why did you name me Rose?" one asked&lt;br /&gt;"Because when you were born, a Rose petal fell on your face, Dear"&lt;br /&gt;"Then why did you name me Daisy?" Asked another&lt;br /&gt;"Because when you were born, a Daisy petal fell on your face, Dear"&lt;br /&gt;"And why did you name me  Lily?" asked a third&lt;br /&gt;" Because when you were born, a-"&lt;br /&gt;"DAR A DER A BLAHGA BLURGA!" wailed the last&lt;br /&gt;"Don't inturupt, Cinderblock"&lt;br /&gt;i know, its mean. but its funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7784817461315968243?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7784817461315968243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7784817461315968243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7784817461315968243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7784817461315968243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-joke-i-found-on-my-old-webbie.html' title='funny joke i found on my old webbie, starclan.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-3039648157493025201</id><published>2008-06-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:20:43.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>list of things to ponder...</title><content type='html'>(this is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;joke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; list. do not answer any of the questions! ok? thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 7-11 is open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, why are there locks on the doors?&lt;br /&gt;If a cow laughed real hard, would milk come out her nose?&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a TV "set" when you only get one?&lt;br /&gt;Why does your nose run and your feet smell?&lt;br /&gt;Why does an alarm clock "go off" when it begins ringing?&lt;br /&gt;Why call it a building if it's already been built?  &lt;br /&gt;When you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?&lt;br /&gt;Do blind Eskimos heave seeing-eye sled dogs?&lt;br /&gt;Do they have reserved parking for non-handicap people at the Special Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;How do they get a deer to cross at that yellow road sign?&lt;br /&gt;If it's tourist season, why can't we shoot them?&lt;br /&gt;After eating, do amphibians have to wait one hour before getting out of the water?  &lt;br /&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?&lt;br /&gt; Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?&lt;br /&gt;If you put a chameleon in a mirrored box what color would it change to?&lt;br /&gt;If the cops arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?&lt;br /&gt;If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;If you asked a librarian where the books on self help were would they tell you, or would that defeat the purpose? &lt;br /&gt;If the #2 pencil is the most popular, why is it still #2?&lt;br /&gt;WalMart is lowering prices daily, how come nothing in the store is free yet?&lt;br /&gt;If a turtle loses its shell is it naked or homeless?&lt;br /&gt;If it is illegal to drink and drive, why do bars have parking lots?   &lt;br /&gt;Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposites?&lt;br /&gt;When someone says "You know what they say"... Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;before the inventated drawing boards, what did they go back to?&lt;br /&gt;how is it posible to have a civil war?&lt;br /&gt;if all the world's a stage, where is the audience sitting?&lt;br /&gt;if airline seat cusions make such great flotation devices, why don't you ever see them at the beach?&lt;br /&gt;whose idea was it for the word 'lisp' to have an 's' in it?&lt;br /&gt;why do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters?&lt;br /&gt;why do they see hot dogs in pacages of 8 and buns in pacages of 10?&lt;br /&gt;why do we wash bath towles, arn't we clean when we use them?&lt;br /&gt;well, thats my list.&lt;br /&gt;remember, it's a joke...&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/4039890265499701651-3039648157493025201?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3039648157493025201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=3039648157493025201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3039648157493025201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/3039648157493025201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/list-of-things-to-ponder.html' title='list of things to ponder...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6058747816077779651</id><published>2008-06-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:41:26.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>didja notice my pretty little picture???</title><content type='html'>the one that now shows up with my name? i made it special! it is called 'the dawn(or sunset, depending) comes'&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i didn't make it specially for the blog. i made it last year, when i was really, really bored. but still. i loves doing the computer art thingie....&lt;br /&gt;lets see...today i&lt;br /&gt;went to the podiatrist to get my foot looked at.&lt;br /&gt;found out that the nearby Jonann's doesn't open for 3 weeks, so i can't get the silver embrodery thread i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;went to B&amp;amp;N and got a copy of 'Out of the Wild'. thats the sequel to "Into the Wild', by Sarah Beth Durst. OMSC i loved it! (to go to Sarah's Blog, click on her name under 'Authors')&lt;br /&gt;i almost wish it was real. the after-the-end-of0out of the wild- not before though. because ********&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you why. read the book.&lt;br /&gt;book.&lt;br /&gt;i love the word 'book'&lt;br /&gt;now what to tell you about???&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. ok, gonna pick a random topic now...&lt;br /&gt;got it!&lt;br /&gt;no, i don't got it. i lied! sorry.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... ok, got it. for real.&lt;br /&gt;i am going to tell you about ah... dang it i forgot. this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeaH!&lt;br /&gt;i finally found my lap loom, so i've been weaving like crazy. i'm almost done with ...whatever it is i've been working on...i left it uncompleated for about a year. a wall hanging, i guess. eh. anyway....&lt;br /&gt;my kitty is hungery. i better go. darn cat!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6058747816077779651?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6058747816077779651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6058747816077779651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6058747816077779651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6058747816077779651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/didja-notice-my-pretty-little-picture.html' title='didja notice my pretty little picture???'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1397173510659187674</id><published>2008-06-22T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:19:56.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i smell pasta</title><content type='html'>i smell red sause and pasta and yum. its time for dinner. soon. soon, but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i shall be posting many times a day, because i am so very, very bored. 'read a book' my dad says.&lt;br /&gt;a book?! what book? i've read everything i have at least 3 times, if not more and am sick of re-reading. the buses are stopped  now, at six, so i can't ride down to the library(yeah, its open on sundays) and anyway, dad wouln't let me go out now. (even thought the sun isn't even close to setting, and i don't have any money to buy books, and even if i did, its sunday, so i can't.) and all of dads books are 'too adult' or really boring non-fiction, like about gardening or building (not that that stuff's boring, but i kinda hate non fiction so....yeah. i don't hate it, i just...really, really don't like reading it.) and all of mom's are sappy, plotless romances. and dad's using the tv to watch italian news, sooooo....im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i supposed i could re-re-re-re listen to tenis shoes among the nephites: gadiantons and the silver sword and weave, ecsept that that one kinda gives me nightmares, and i can't find any of my other tenis shoes cds, and i don't want to read them, so im sunk.&lt;br /&gt;listening to them is differnt, because ... i don't know! it just is.&lt;br /&gt;blogging...bloging. bloging, bloging. i should be working on TSOD or DOTW, but i just can';t. massive writers block. nothing i type seems right for them. hey, doncha just love lack of grammer? me to. not in books, but in....oh, nvm....&lt;br /&gt;sooo. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;today i found out that my arms aren't long enough to reach the filter thingy at the bottom of my neighbors koi pond, which i had to change....not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random letter time kgfigkbfkwg&lt;br /&gt;ok, im done.&lt;br /&gt;oh! really cool bumper sticker of the month: 'save the earth, it's the only planet with CHOCOLATE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must agree with that. *big grinn.*&lt;br /&gt;only 1 month and 6 days till Sari gets back from utah. only 3 days till tcm and mom get back from wherever.&lt;br /&gt;only 3 weeks till emmza gets back from paris(?) ok, not sure where emmza is at the moment (ditto mom and tcm) and not sure how long, but its somewhere around 3 weeks, right?&lt;br /&gt;only 32 days till the family get togher in AZ.&lt;br /&gt;hold it. thats the middle of july. i've got nothing aganist going, i love family reunions, but AZ? in JULY?! agg. im going to die. i think irs too hot by the bay! where its only 100 degrees once in about 2 years. where we get maybe  two 90 degree days a year!&lt;br /&gt;someone, shoot me with a water pistol? please? i'll give you candy?&lt;br /&gt;lol, that reminded me of that one digimon episode, in season one when matt, tk, patamon, gaubomon and matt and tk's dad are in that raft, looking for a way through the fog, and tk says 'is anyone out there? help us!"(or something like that) cause they're lost, and gabumon says 'thats not how you do it! ' then he shouts 'is anyone out there? we'll give you anything you want, including candy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that image just popped up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1397173510659187674?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1397173510659187674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1397173510659187674' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1397173510659187674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1397173510659187674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-smell-pasta.html' title='i smell pasta'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7544953343301177537</id><published>2008-06-22T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:53:05.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my stories'/><title type='text'>i can't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>Mon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TCM&lt;/span&gt; are still across the pond, in London now.&lt;br /&gt;The bump on my head from yesterday's sailing trip is practically gone, and doesn't even hurt now.&lt;br /&gt;My crazy cats, who i promise I'll post pics of later, are calmer. must be the weather, they haven't tried to kill each other all summer.&lt;br /&gt;Tasha is off to a sleep away camp....&lt;br /&gt;So what have  I been up to? updating my blog (as you know see, i have links to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webbies&lt;/span&gt; /blogs of some of my fave authors, and my Friends. more to come!)&lt;br /&gt;And just hanging out, on other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;One of my fave authors, Sarah Beth Durst, has a section of her blog where she posts obscure or not-so-obscure fairy tales, with commentary. Check them out, they are very much worth it!  I read one of them, "Jack my Hedgehog'' (Anyone heard of it? besides Q, who  I know has?) out loud to me dad, who thought it was very funny. I thought it was very funny too, and  I swear  I heard my kitty purring, but that might have been the bottle of kitty treats i was holding, so......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, here is.. whats that word? oh forget it! here is a tiny bit of &lt;i&gt;Daughter of the Waves. &lt;/i&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I was running, running, my heart pounding in my ears, in the soles of my bare feet. ‘Get away, get away!’ my only thought, reverberating. Who was I running from? Shapeless forms, nameless phantoms, nightmares. They were chasing me. I was inside, a dark, old house. I ran, and ran. i heard waves on the side of the house, lapping gently.  My feet burned, my lungs were on fire, but still I ran, down the hall, up the creaky wooden stairs. A door blocked me, it was locked! i kicked it in, or tried to. Not even a dent!  I turned and saw my attacker, and I screamed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke with a jolt. The dream had been so real, my heart was still beating fast. as i headed down stairs, i saw something out of the corner of my eye.  A shadow...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a rough draft. whaddya think?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7544953343301177537?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7544953343301177537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7544953343301177537' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7544953343301177537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7544953343301177537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='i can&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2223479228747658766</id><published>2008-06-21T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T17:46:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i went sailing today.</title><content type='html'>i went sailing. it was fun. i sat at the prow of the 28 foot boat, and road the waves. it was windy, and rough, but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a pilot whale! it was very cool. well, it was hot out, but thats besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;i got some great writting ideas out there, and am pleased with what i wrote while eating lunch on angel island.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back, i hit my head on the boom. ow!  &lt;br /&gt;it doesn't hurt much now though, so im cool.&lt;br /&gt;not much eles to say. later i'll post a pic, maybe....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2223479228747658766?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2223479228747658766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2223479228747658766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2223479228747658766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2223479228747658766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-went-sailing-today.html' title='i went sailing today.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5018499861459448672</id><published>2008-06-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:38:48.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight is a very special night</title><content type='html'>Tonight is Midsummer. The Solstice.  A night of mythological powers.  A night of magic. Of demons, of Faeries. Of other worlds......the air smells warm, of flowers and the forests. Change is all around tonight...  I can feel it in my Soul.&lt;br /&gt; be aware of the world tonight, and be careful. though by the time you read this, it'll be tomorrow, so either my warning 'll have been wasted, or you're up rather late, aren't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; OK, enough of the fantasy novel junk, possibly. my rock climbing class is over, though i didn't quite conquer my fear of heights. i ache all over, and am so tired, and yet alert at the moment, although that may be because its so hot out, and bugs are everywhere. but aside from that, every where is soft, and still, and silent.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a bit farther on my first person story, titled simply 'a story' though I'm  trying to think of a more fitting name, something like 'Daughter of the Waves'.  I like that.  I think I'll stick with that,&lt;i&gt; Daughter of the Waves,&lt;/i&gt; or DOTW for short. One less thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;now, what to tell about. My good friend, Tasha, from Sweden, is here now, so I'm less bored than before. and tomorrow I'I'm going sailing!  I plan to use that experience in DOTW, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;TCM and Mom are still across the pond, in England somewhere. I've been helping Dad with the house, little things mostly, holding up a beam here or there(they made my arms ache though, they were heavy!) or bringing tools.&lt;br /&gt;And each day,  I find a bit of time to sit at the comp, and type TSOD or DOTW, while listening to the music of the AMV and tributes  on my playlist on you tube. (very well made they are. some even make me cry!)&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5018499861459448672?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5018499861459448672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5018499861459448672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5018499861459448672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5018499861459448672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonight-is-very-special-night.html' title='tonight is a very special night'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5357067715547294840</id><published>2008-06-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:01:42.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah, yeah, im back.</title><content type='html'>hey readers.&lt;br /&gt;lets see... i had my first two rock-climbing classes. i was terfified the first one, but today was cool. we climbed up at indian rock, near my house, and i got to know some of the campers better. one of the little ones, who thankfully still belives in cooties, has taken to calling me ' mole rat' but after i hugged him and said how much i loved the nickname, he quit doing it.&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;right now, im blogging, and listening to a song 'never alone' by barlow girl. its so beautiful, and since i'm listening to it via youtube, i have connected the song with Bluestar.(thats how warriorcats obsessed i am) then again, i also conect it with ken from digimon, so there goes that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also typing up a random mind story. it has no title, but i like it thus far. the name of the main character is nerida, which means 'water' in some language, i think. it's in first person, which i haven't written in, not fantasy anyway, so its a new thing for me, and i rather like it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5357067715547294840?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5357067715547294840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5357067715547294840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5357067715547294840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5357067715547294840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeah-yeah-im-back.html' title='yeah, yeah, im back.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2979994714536662385</id><published>2008-06-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T14:51:15.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cartoons i loved.</title><content type='html'>on another trip down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning lane, i discovered a list from a long time ago, of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows i wanted to see on one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning, years ago, it must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pokemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;digimon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mummy cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were others, but the pencil is dull and faded and smeard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had forgotten about that mummy cartoon, till now.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to see it again, i think. i remember it barely, but not much.&lt;br /&gt;memories.....&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go see that new mummy movie, but first, i'll have to see the first two.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see if they'er on you tube.....&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. oh!&lt;br /&gt;i forgot, i finished reading 'dragon slippers' out loud to my mom, yesterday, be fore she left for scotland.&lt;br /&gt;we got to the exciting part, and she didn't want me to stop, and i didn't want to stop either. i must have read....lets see, 155 pages!&lt;br /&gt;wow. i can't wait to read the next one. creel is sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night, and one of the good guys, who was being framed, was called  shardas,like the dragon.&lt;br /&gt;strange.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i saw 'mosters inc' with my dad yesterday, it was fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, i finaly saw 'seeker, the dark is rising' it was soooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;i liked it better than the book, because the book was dense and oldish, and strange. it was ok, but the movie was wayyy differn't, and i liked it better.&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;anyone have any movie sugestions?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2979994714536662385?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2979994714536662385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2979994714536662385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2979994714536662385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2979994714536662385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/cartoons-i-loved.html' title='cartoons i loved.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2548845950964850466</id><published>2008-06-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:02:34.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post since school's out</title><content type='html'>i feel so free.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;but i have nothing much to post.&lt;br /&gt;though that hasn't stopped me before.&lt;br /&gt;true, very true.&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;news.&lt;br /&gt;gasp, i remember.&lt;br /&gt;they did something horrid.&lt;br /&gt;something dispicable.&lt;br /&gt;they. cut. down. The. Swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swing was the best swing ever, a longe blue rope, hanging from a tree on the side of a hill, so that when you swing( by sitting/standing in the two loops knotted at the end) the ground just flies away from you. it was amazing, wonderful. i would swing for hours, composing songs, writting poetry.&lt;br /&gt;chapter  two of my novel was written there, hanging it the Swing...sort of. the idea for chapter two. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;my friend haley, who i don't get to see often, showed it to me. we've kinda drifted apart, but the Swing still brings back memories. and now...its gone.&lt;br /&gt; i feel so sad and angery...the Swing was public property.&lt;br /&gt;and, truth be told, if the city took it down, then they have time on their hands, time they could use to fix the creek arcoss from my house so it doesn't flood the stupid street every winter.(they say its fixed, but i don't believe them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes. my friends. The Swing is Dead. a moment of silence for the lost memories.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2548845950964850466?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2548845950964850466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2548845950964850466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2548845950964850466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2548845950964850466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-post-since-schools-out.html' title='my first post since school&apos;s out'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6313129199819677748</id><published>2008-06-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:27:10.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few random you tube vids...</title><content type='html'>a few, randomanna you tube favorites. some are stupider than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LkSZ1xquWkI&lt;br /&gt;"Evil Robot Mousie of Doom"&lt;br /&gt;this is a movie i made, actully. its very lame, but then, i was my second movie, and made by me and a 10 year old, after lots of sugar and candy, late at night. everythings fun after a bowl of chocolate ice cream, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv7nGNqO8xs&lt;br /&gt;"shotgun song"&lt;br /&gt;this is one mr. mike told me to watch. so i did. its just plain strange, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;the end is very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COmoi80lntw&lt;br /&gt;"making Feinds, episode 1"&lt;br /&gt;another mr. mike recomendation. very catchy theme song. very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go read 'princess ben'&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6313129199819677748?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6313129199819677748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6313129199819677748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6313129199819677748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6313129199819677748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-random-you-tube-vids.html' title='a few random you tube vids...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2466403432701468943</id><published>2008-06-11T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:13:51.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four hours left</title><content type='html'>of school.&lt;br /&gt;haliluja.&lt;br /&gt;two more finals, math and spanish. not so haliluja.&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a packed ish next few weeks, what with tome and mom heading off to rainy ole scotland, my rock climbing class(trying to overcome my fear of hights. next summer, maybe i'll try to over come my fear of swmming with my head underwater....)&lt;br /&gt;taking care of the neighbor's koi pond, and anothor's mail...&lt;br /&gt;sheet rocking with my dad...&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;summer is in the air....&lt;br /&gt;birdsong, bay leafs, bumble bees, no school, the stupid cat climing out the window...yep, it summer!&lt;br /&gt;i'll post again soon, assuming i live through my spanish final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2466403432701468943?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2466403432701468943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2466403432701468943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2466403432701468943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2466403432701468943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/four-hours-left.html' title='four hours left'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8270938271118168189</id><published>2008-06-09T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:32:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>no one can steal my wallet now!&lt;br /&gt;hee, hee, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sitting at the school comp, because my class's watching a rated 'r' movie. blood diamond, i think.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i spent about 45 min on Y!A(yahoo! answers) being random, and then started blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i might miss school. starclan, i never thought id say that! only 3 1/2 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to a topic. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;well, i think...&lt;br /&gt;mind stories. yes, i'll tell you all about mindstories.&lt;br /&gt;well, you probably know what they are. they are stories i tell myself, but almost never another living soul, about. some have only original  characters and ideas, like the stones of destiny. or the one about pella, the girl with the pebble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most are fanfics, or semi fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i read a book,or see a movie, but taking my own characters, i re-make it in my head, using a tiny outline, sometimes more, of the plot. sometimes i just take characters from digimon, or whatever book/tv show/movie.&lt;br /&gt;its nice, doing that. my own plot, but ready made characters, friendships..etc&lt;br /&gt;but  they are always in my head. 3 of then, just three, have been written, or at least started to be written. the stones of destiny, the amulet(all orig) and nico, a story using the tinist bit of the movie, 'here come the littles'.&lt;br /&gt;i scraped the last two, but the first one im still working on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, im doing a digimon story, with a classic plot i use in about 1/4 of all digimon fanfics(in my head) with myself as a girl 'pella', a friend of the digidestind... yeah, im crazy. still, its pretty good, one of my best.&lt;br /&gt;don't expect to see it though...my stories are, for the most part, written only by the pen of dreams, on the notebook of my head.&lt;br /&gt;starcan, did i say that? it sounds so corny!&lt;br /&gt;LUNCHTIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8270938271118168189?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8270938271118168189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8270938271118168189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8270938271118168189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8270938271118168189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-711640610960017371</id><published>2008-06-08T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:34:25.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boy are we in trouble!</title><content type='html'>60 million are retired.&lt;br /&gt;That leaves 140 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;There are 85 million in school. Which leaves 55 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of this there are 35 million employed by the federal government.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving 15 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.8 million are in the armed forces preoccupied with killing Osama Bin-Laden.&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves 12.2 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take from that total the 10.8 million people who work for state and city&lt;br /&gt;Governments. And that leaves 1.4 million to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving 1,212,000 to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves just two people to do the work.&lt;br /&gt;You and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you are,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting  at your computer, reading my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keep in mind, this is a joke i found on Y!A, a very intertaining way of waisting time. read the stupid thing, don't take it to heart, and please, in the name of starclan, DO NOT start lecturing me. thankyou.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-711640610960017371?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/711640610960017371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=711640610960017371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/711640610960017371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/711640610960017371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-are-we-in-trouble.html' title='boy are we in trouble!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1638160141020510820</id><published>2008-06-08T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:28:59.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>big bear</title><content type='html'>big bear.&lt;br /&gt;brown, three feet tall. no longer whiskers on his black plasic nose.&lt;br /&gt;my protector.&lt;br /&gt;my teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going through the basement, i found it. my childhood toy, once owned by cousins before me, now mine. then mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every frightening movie ever watched in my house, i watched with him. every tv show where it wasn't always happy, i watched with him. every lonly night, i slept with him.&lt;br /&gt;last year, during that huge, 4 :30 am quake? the one that was real close to where i live, when i was home alone? big bear was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a reminsing moode today, remembering childhood. it wasn't that long ago, i suppose, but it feels like ages.&lt;br /&gt;i remember furby&lt;br /&gt;and one saturday morning cartoons&lt;br /&gt;i remember  digimon&lt;br /&gt;and pokemon, when they were 'in'&lt;br /&gt;i remember before the world became obsessed with HSM, twillight, and gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;if only life was that simple now. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only all the things i fear, then monsters and bumbs in the night, now bigger things, like natural disasters, the war, global warming, could be ended by hugging big bear close, breathing in the sent of memories, days long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msn, this started so happy!&lt;br /&gt;why must everything make me so depressled! even digimon does it now!. i need some chocolate. wanna come with?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1638160141020510820?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1638160141020510820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1638160141020510820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1638160141020510820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1638160141020510820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-bear.html' title='big bear'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5774397358501883640</id><published>2008-06-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:45:22.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages to the world'/><title type='text'>a yahoo answer</title><content type='html'>i was hanging out on yahoo, when i saw this question, and this answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What impressed you most about Anne Frank? Explain.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that she doesn't give up hope in mankind. The quote, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.", made me think.  I don't think could have gone through what she did and still believe that mankind even &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; hearts. It makes me sad, to think about how much damage man has done. Anne is an insperation to us all, an example.  I know that we can not change her story's end, no matter how hard we would hope. But we can keep it from ending like that again,for someone else, if only the world would listen to a girl wise beyond her years, to the words that she wrote. If only. Spread the word, maybe we can help the dreams of so many come true. Maybe we can't, but we can push it a little closer, a little nearer, just like Anne.&lt;br /&gt;I long for a world without hate.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love,Hope, and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another answer said:&lt;br /&gt;Her good heart. I love the journal entry in which she says, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart." It made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank was wise beyond her years. She seems like such a sweet and intelligent person. She seems so... good. Some of my absolute favorite quotes come from Anne Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that she was always so optimistic... that she still held on hope. That she was purehearted enough to be able to see the good in a horrible situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this touched me, and i hope it made you think.&lt;br /&gt;it  makes me feel joyful, and depressed, all at once.&lt;br /&gt;i need to post something light hearted now!&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;anyway , more later&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5774397358501883640?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5774397358501883640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5774397358501883640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5774397358501883640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5774397358501883640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/yahoo-answer.html' title='a yahoo answer'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-233222578826124403</id><published>2008-06-06T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:03:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there shall be no title.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;im only blogging because i is bored.&lt;br /&gt;i watched 'passage to zarahemla' btw, awsome movie. i mean it, amazing. you mormons, go watch it. unless you already have.heck, you non mormons, go watch it. its that good.&lt;br /&gt;what else did randomanna do today?&lt;br /&gt;i read. i read some more.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote some emails.&lt;br /&gt;i pondered deep thoughts on my novel, wondring how in the name of starclan i was going to resolve a certain point. my cousin and friend, emmza, gave me some ideas, but with my writting, who knows?i let the ideas flow. i don't stick to a basic, already thought out plot. i know how it ends, i know how it starts, but what happens on the way, not even i know!&lt;br /&gt;i think my characters do, but they haven't told me what comes next in their story in , what, a week? well, thismorning during photo, karanna told me part of the next chapter, but then se stopped. i swear, that cat (yes, karanna, i &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you hate being called that, deal wit it) is so stuborn.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i rode my bike, i cleaned my--, no, i did not clean my room, oops, i should go to that. but this is more fun. i pet y kitty(lucy) and she licked my chicken bone....&lt;br /&gt;i sat and stared out the window, at the trees,at the sky, at a humming bird, who i named pikachu.&lt;br /&gt;then i thought happy thoughts about my new room, and all the bookshelfs its going to have. then i felt depressed, although i can't think why.&lt;br /&gt;then i hugged big bear, and then i...got on the comp,and here i sit, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;im going to go now...i think i'l read ..no, i'm too sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-233222578826124403?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/233222578826124403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=233222578826124403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/233222578826124403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/233222578826124403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-shall-be-no-title.html' title='there shall be no title.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-8718646678370916847</id><published>2008-06-02T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:48:07.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complaining....</title><content type='html'>this post is going to be another rant.&lt;br /&gt;first: last week some ...JERK STOLE MY WALLET, with about 25 bucks,a target gift card, my library card, and some notes about my novel. the school has done nothing, but then, they did nothing when someone broke into my locker and stole about 100$ worth of library/school material, and there is a camera pointed RIGHT at my locker. anna is not amused.all i have to say is, i am SO NOT paying for that math book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, yesterday, im typing my novel, chapter nine. im really getting into it, adding spur of the moment stuff..and stop saving every five minutes. then,after like,3 hours, i click 'no' after 'do you want to save!' aggg!so i am very upset at myself, and the school. and the comp too, because it won't let me get on any conforums sites, so i can't go on my new book review thing i made, or my old 'starclan' i is in a bad mode today. i need chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;and a package i was expecting still hasn't come. and no matter how hard i look, i cant find the movie 'masterminds' not online, not at blockbuster,not at the library, not even netflicks !!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-8718646678370916847?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8718646678370916847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=8718646678370916847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8718646678370916847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/8718646678370916847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/complaining.html' title='complaining....'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6208837307871897959</id><published>2008-05-18T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:45:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDEFlBpKVxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4Qz4p9jB4FU/s1600-h/2008_0206christmas20070008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDEFlBpKVxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4Qz4p9jB4FU/s320/2008_0206christmas20070008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201945178244011794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDEFlRpKVyI/AAAAAAAAABA/lviVgKfXwl4/s1600-h/2008_0206christmas20070010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDEFlRpKVyI/AAAAAAAAABA/lviVgKfXwl4/s320/2008_0206christmas20070010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201945182538979106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a pic of emmza and emmaza's eyeball!&lt;br /&gt;isn't the eye just too cool?&lt;br /&gt;btw, i took all these pics.&lt;br /&gt;later i'll post some kitty pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6208837307871897959?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6208837307871897959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6208837307871897959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6208837307871897959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6208837307871897959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/pics.html' title='pics.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDEFlBpKVxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4Qz4p9jB4FU/s72-c/2008_0206christmas20070008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-4742521992526663613</id><published>2008-05-18T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:26:21.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend at last...ect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHExpKVsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MlVHU6qXfSA/s1600-h/2008_0206christmas20070020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHExpKVsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MlVHU6qXfSA/s200/2008_0206christmas20070020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201876454472308418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHFRpKVtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/i0XU3rWkFRU/s1600-h/2008_0206christmas20070036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHFRpKVtI/AAAAAAAAAAY/i0XU3rWkFRU/s200/2008_0206christmas20070036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201876463062243026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHFhpKVuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0ZyMvED7Lkk/s1600-h/2008_0206christmas20070044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHFhpKVuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/0ZyMvED7Lkk/s200/2008_0206christmas20070044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201876467357210338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i know its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my cousin  Becca's wedding! it was very fun, even if it was 100 degrees out.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first attempt at pics! and it works.&lt;br /&gt;the top is the happy newly weds, Becca and Kyle,  outside the Oakland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; temple.&lt;br /&gt;below that is the cake. it was chocolate, with withe chocolate icing,. yum. there was one layer of vanilla, as my cousin Becca put it 'for the lame people that don't like chocolate.' it was Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below that is me and my cousin Lara. we, out of all people, caught the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the same time, so we spilt it.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, less that 30 minutes before, we had been talking about not wanting to get married. i only wanted the flowers 'cause they were pretty. i don't even have a boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tomorrow i get to get up at 5 am to got to tahoe...only for one day, wich is lame. its kinda dumb to drive for  4 hours, talk with family for maybe 6 hours, then turn around and go home....but i can't get out of it, so im going. i'd rather be home, making that poster for my science presentation....oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-4742521992526663613?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4742521992526663613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=4742521992526663613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4742521992526663613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/4742521992526663613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-at-lastect.html' title='weekend at last...ect'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SDDHExpKVsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/MlVHU6qXfSA/s72-c/2008_0206christmas20070020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5472304690326375800</id><published>2008-05-15T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:11:57.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its so hot out...</title><content type='html'>im not used to this weather in may...ug. i need ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, we had a spanish test today. i think i did pretty well.it was almost fun. almost. it was a test, so it wasn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latley i've been listening to 'the sea of monsters', by rick riodan. i got the chance to meet him last night. it was the best. it wasn't as crowded as the time i met Erin Hunter, but it was still fairly busy. i'd geuss about 60 people. while i wait to talk to him and get my books signed, i read comics  at the book store.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun, and all the other kids were really excited. i noticed some parents had read the books, and were also pretty excited. all in all, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school was cool today as well. my english/history teachers are a team, and the decided it was too hot to work, so after 30 minutes of note taking on athens and sparta and crete, we started watching juno.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow their gonna watch blood diamond, and im going to the library, and get some reading done. im cool with that, id much rather hang on the comp, or read some fruits basket or warriors, or sea of monsters than watch a movie. not like i get a choice, its rated 'r', and thats one thing mom's strick about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet im the only 9th grader in my school that still has, and uses on a weekly baisis, a casset player. i brought it to school today, so i copuld listen to this one audio book that the library only has in tape form, and about 10 people(students) are al like 'whats that?' so i explain it to them, and there like 'why don't you use an i pod' so i tell em that i have an i pod, but the batteries dead, and i havent put much one it anyway. i prefer cds and tapes anyway. but the looks the gave it were hilarious. and the spell check thing refuses to work, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a very upbeat post. if only all of mine could be that way. i get the feeling that pretty soon the'rll be a pretty dark one....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5472304690326375800?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5472304690326375800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5472304690326375800' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5472304690326375800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5472304690326375800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-so-hot-out.html' title='its so hot out...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7928373795388094172</id><published>2008-05-14T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:00:34.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so...</title><content type='html'>hey all. not much new.&lt;br /&gt;i discovered that a favorite author of mine is related to my young women' leader at church, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pretty cool, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to meet another author, the man who wrote the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;percy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Olympians&lt;/span&gt;' series, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an odd conversation with my friend today about a book called leven thumps. one of the charaters is called geth, and he some how be came a seed, then a tree, then a toothipick. the conversation was as follows&lt;br /&gt;me: geth's cool, for a toothipick, but come on, he's a toothpick!&lt;br /&gt;friend : so? i like him.&lt;br /&gt;me: HE'S A TOOTHPICK!&lt;br /&gt;friend: so?&lt;br /&gt;me: a TOOTHPICK!&lt;br /&gt;friend :well,  he's a hot toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;me : sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read leven thumps to find out who geth is!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, the nest that siv and rafa built fell. i guess they're gone. i didn't find any broken eggs, so i guess they didn't have babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else can i talk about?hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i could post another book rieviw/teaser/whatever thing...&lt;br /&gt;or not.&lt;br /&gt;umm.&lt;br /&gt;i got to go&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7928373795388094172?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7928373795388094172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7928373795388094172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7928373795388094172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7928373795388094172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/so.html' title='so...'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-1778111186432282856</id><published>2008-05-10T20:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:24:00.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rather icky day</title><content type='html'>(devoid of emotion) hey&lt;br /&gt;(depressed sounding)&lt;br /&gt;today was supossed to be awsome. i was going to a party for a good friend, then eating ice cream with my girls camp group, then having a sleepover with candi.&lt;br /&gt;first the party was canceled, but i was still happy. i mean, i was gonna hang out with some friends that night. then candi calls, and cansles the sleepover. i wasn't ticked, or angery with her, i understood, it was mothersday the next day, i was sad, but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the ice cream. that was when all happyness died. don't get me wrong, i had an ok time. i still got to talk with a few freinds, and remince about last year's camp. but..&lt;br /&gt;about 15 minutes before the others got to the fenton's, where we were meeting, i call my friend, holly( i don't have a nicname for you yet holly, sorry!), to make sure shes comming. she says shes in the car now, with bella...and brynn.&lt;br /&gt;for those of you that have known me, and i mean REALLY known me, you'll understand the signifigance of those last two words...&lt;br /&gt;i don't blame holly at all, she didn't even know brynn was comming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, brynn and i used to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;but i was allways immature, and a pain, i admitt, and finaly, we ...just stopped. i was bummbed, i didn't get that i was in the wrong, like i do now. but i hate it when people are mad at me, so i kept trying to fix it. i hate confrontation, but i think i was pleanty polite when i told brynn i was sorry for what ever i'd done, and we didn't have to be friends, but could we be civle to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when the lies began. about me. stealling, and...other things. soon, all the sevanth graders, and some of the younger kids too, hated me. once again, i was the freaky reader girl with few friends. but this time it was worse, i had no friends. and this time, no one would even try, aside from a handful of fifth/ fourth graders.&lt;br /&gt;i went to depression concling for over a year and a half. i wrote and wrote and wrote eveything that had happend in jornals, big coposition note books. my words of fear and saddness and lonlinees and hate filled 3 in seventh grade alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to die. i was miserable. i had few friends, no one in my grade, no one to be exicted with for graduation, no one to laugh with  in class, no one to pass notes to. in dance, only my brother would dance with me. no one else would touch me, not even my wrist. those years were some of the worse, because i had not kiyo, no linden, no eden to tell. i couldn't tell the younger kids. it was hell.&lt;br /&gt;and all because of brynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when bella first said she was friends with her, i was like 'What,! because i colnt belive it. this girl had atculy tried to pin the blame of one of the lies on bella, but i wasn't fooled. i accepted it though. i know i can't choose other's friends.&lt;br /&gt;but today was to much. when bella brough brynn to this, this party, i felt my insides churnning, yearning to take brynn aside and scream at her,' how could you' and say i was sorry at the same time. i felt horrible. i got though the evening, but i hardly cracked a smile. i felt like just rumming of and crying. that was im doing now, facing my memories, the memories i tried to keep locked away. im just so shocked that bella could do this, bring the girl she knows destroyed me to this party, where i was suposed to be planning and having fun. i'm still reeling. i couln't leave, both my parents were busy, but oh how i wanted to leave, to run, to hide, to go home and cry and supress the memories. but they don't stop, i can still see her there, queen, her friends jeering at me, laughing when i hurt myself in pe, throwing things and calling insults, and laughing... the sound of her laughter hurts, hurts me inside so bad. and thats all i hear tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to forgive her, i really have. i've prayed about it, prayed and prayed and tried. but i can't. i just can't. i hope tomorrow will be better. bella, i don't care about what you think now. tomoorow i'll probably be freaking out, thinking 'bella, please don't hate me', but right now, i am so... i don't know&lt;br /&gt;angry and horrifide and  tick off and heartbroken and shocked and upset and &lt;i&gt;angr&lt;/i&gt;y. thinking, how could you, and why and how could you do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what!? frankly, im disapointed in you. disapointed and sorry. sorry that you can just forget. i just hope YOU don't act crazy around her. because that how i was, and it'll just be a matter of time. i don't give a flea's butt how this makes you feel, to me, right now, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-1778111186432282856?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1778111186432282856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=1778111186432282856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1778111186432282856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/1778111186432282856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-rather-icky-day_10.html' title='my rather icky day'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-2541273349806430809</id><published>2008-05-09T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:15:04.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BHS drama week summary+ today.</title><content type='html'>MONDAY: nothing much. only free day.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: imigration people try to get on campus. we don't let them. nots of kids are scared.&lt;br /&gt;WENSDAY: armed robbery, school goes into temporary lock down, all of us freak, and THEY (i don't know who THEY are) want to send a SWAT team to fix it, but they catch the guy with out it.&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: a kid gets stabbed and goes to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: fire alarm goes of. a real one, not a drill. turns out that a mandrin class was making wantons and they caught fire, or blew up the microwave, or somthing. we sckip 2 period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the bhs drama week. i wonder if it will continue... i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was on the bus, writeing the epolog to my novle, because i had an idea ()i jump around quite a bit) and when i look up...not only did i miss my stop, but...im at then end of the line, (sorta) on grizzly peak, about to leave berekely. the driver lets me off, and i turn around, and then it hits me. im lost. so i go in the gernarl direction of my house , and i'm still lost, no clue where i am, and my phones dead, and i'm argueing with my self, im lost, no im not , yes i am, no im not, and finaly i get to wear i sorta-kinda know where i am, and i get home ok. thats it for now...&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait.&lt;br /&gt;i read a very good book to day, called 'golden and grey, the story of an unremarkable boy and a rather remarkable ghost' it was very funny, and exciting. and it had a happy ending. i love happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;although bitter-sweet endings are ok. but not really sad ones, like romeo and juliette. ugg, no. now, if say, juliette died saving romeo's life or vice versa, and DID NOT KILL THEMSELFS after ward, then i might like it. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-2541273349806430809?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2541273349806430809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=2541273349806430809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2541273349806430809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/2541273349806430809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/bhs-drama-week-summary-today.html' title='BHS drama week summary+ today.'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7313850789768714162</id><published>2008-05-08T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:55:02.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cat is sitting on my lap and he won't get off?</title><content type='html'>walker won't get off my lap, but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because he's being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purrbox&lt;/span&gt; too...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;digimon&lt;/span&gt; season 1 episode 13 right now...go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PATAMON&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DIGIVOLVE&lt;/span&gt;!!!! HURRY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done now.&lt;br /&gt;today i rode my &lt;strong&gt;bike&lt;/strong&gt; to school, and took the bus home. my legs is sore, and my cat makes them feel happy..... i need a new poetry not book, my old one, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ratjher&lt;/span&gt; ,the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;useing&lt;/span&gt; now, is covered in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duct&lt;/span&gt; tape. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to hold it together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me see, i need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BHS&lt;/span&gt; DRAMA WEEK CONT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tuseday&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;immagration&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; tried to get on campus, and lots of people were very scared....i saw them through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;classrom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; window. then,&lt;/strong&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; the school went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lockdown&lt;/span&gt; because of an&lt;strong&gt; armed robbery&lt;/strong&gt; across the street. today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aparently&lt;/span&gt; (three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;differnt&lt;/span&gt; eye witnesses that don't know each other told me this) a 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;oth&lt;/span&gt; grader picked/got in a&lt;strong&gt; fight&lt;/strong&gt; with a homeless guy, and the guy came after him (the tenth grader) with a&lt;strong&gt; knife&lt;/strong&gt;....the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, from what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard, but the paramedics and police were all over the place, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;immagration&lt;/span&gt; people are still hanging around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;berkely&lt;/span&gt;/bay area region,  and  SIGH, this is a very dramatic week. my friend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;shayla&lt;/span&gt;, thinks that tomorrow there will either be a bomb threat or a fire alarm....&lt;br /&gt;my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jS&lt;/span&gt; thinks someones gonna die, but i doubt both of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking i should just stay home.&lt;br /&gt;a few other people had the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;thoughs&lt;/span&gt; as me though, because in &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; period,&lt;/strong&gt; that was all people talked about, at least in my class room, about what was gonna happen tomorrow.  all i have to say on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;subeject&lt;/span&gt; is this : who knows, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be ready, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;are you people reading this? some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; just read the first bits of my longer posts, but i try to make them as&lt;strong&gt; random&lt;/strong&gt; as i can. i think my most funny/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;interting&lt;/span&gt;/random one is the first one i did in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;. read it, if you haven't already. then go to the bookstore and &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; chapter one of "warriors, into the wild' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;erin&lt;/span&gt; hunter. or any &lt;strong&gt;book&lt;/strong&gt;, but read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;somthing&lt;/span&gt;!!!! reading is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;knowlage&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;knowlage&lt;/span&gt; is&lt;strong&gt; P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;OWER&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, &lt;strong&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/strong&gt;...both are correct, in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;opinon&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what blogs are for, right? opinions. and&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt;  know i  can't spell, but my comp Still wont work SPELL CHECK. i love spell check. i&lt;strong&gt; am&lt;/strong&gt; going to try to fix it. i can't spell without it. oh well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to make &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; words bold, so that you will read them... i may, or may not have hidden &lt;strong&gt;messages&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;strong&gt; cat&lt;/strong&gt; is getting up now..and hes gone...and he wants out. well, &lt;strong&gt;tough beans, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; cat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not done blogging yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so. &lt;/strong&gt;HI EVERY ONE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hper&lt;/span&gt; anymore...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. i can't wait till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to sleep in, then work outside for an hour, ride my &lt;strong&gt;bike to the pool&lt;/strong&gt;, take the bus back, ride my bike down to the park to meet an old friend of mine to talk, then bus home, them go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;fentons&lt;/span&gt;, and have a sleepover...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7313850789768714162?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7313850789768714162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7313850789768714162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7313850789768714162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7313850789768714162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-cat-is-sitting-on-my-lap-and-he-wont.html' title='my cat is sitting on my lap and he won&apos;t get off?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5413280078992714161</id><published>2008-05-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:40:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my kittys many names!</title><content type='html'>ok!&lt;br /&gt;LUCY: luce, lucy, little lady. little lucy lady, lady, lil' lucy, SC, sweet heart, honey, cutie, kitty, whitewhisker, ki.&lt;br /&gt;WALKER: squwalker-walker, OSC, cat, mosse, brownshoulders, mr. kitty, mr. cat, mr. boy, nutcase, walker, nutball,fuzz wump, ki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5413280078992714161?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5413280078992714161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5413280078992714161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5413280078992714161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5413280078992714161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-kittys-many-names.html' title='my kittys many names!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-5980548081529480868</id><published>2008-05-08T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:23:37.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hola, hello, good morning......</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;seminary struck again, but at least mr. mike brought donuts!!&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, he refuses to believe that i have cats, and thats a problem....so everyone that has been to my house and knows i have cats, please post a comment. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;mr. kitty and lll (little lucy lady) hasven't fought in a while, so thats good ( and yes, i have a # of names for my kittys, i'll post them all later.)&lt;br /&gt;YW was awsome last night! JR and NJ took us (me and ZF)) out for ice cream, but the iphone (i want one!!!) told us the wrong address, so we just went to andronico's and got a box of popcicles.&lt;br /&gt;i was SOOOO sugar high!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-5980548081529480868?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5980548081529480868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=5980548081529480868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5980548081529480868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/5980548081529480868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/hola-hello-good-morning.html' title='hola, hello, good morning......'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7265096817839021052</id><published>2008-05-07T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:24:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>re-update on the last update!</title><content type='html'>ok! im safe at home now.&lt;br /&gt;the story:&lt;br /&gt;across from our school, someone (two someones, i think) were/was robbed at gunpoint....so we were in our classes  for about 45,minutes to an hour extra, as a safty precaution, untill they caugt the guy...a student (? i think) or the suspect was caught, but they haven't found the gun yet. weew, im glad its over. it was SCARY!!!!! a bunch of kids in my friends class were crying thinking they were gonna die...and i'll admit, i was pretty freaked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bay area, immigration people are doing sweeps for illigal immigrants, and they are pretty much questioning ANYONE who looks hispanic/latino/a...so all our teachers are telling us our rights and stuff. on wendsay on next week, all the bhs students are gonna do somthing...intersting...involving the press, so you'll all probably hear about it thursday morning!&lt;br /&gt;for now, most of us are getting bands of brown cloth to show solidarity. wear em with pride and protest the sweeps!!! familys should not be separated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it. im of to take photos of 'old things' ("hey, mom, can you come here for a minute?" j/k)c ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7265096817839021052?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7265096817839021052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7265096817839021052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7265096817839021052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7265096817839021052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-update-on-last-update.html' title='re-update on the last update!'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-9109342022381699762</id><published>2008-05-07T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:58:24.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update on the last update</title><content type='html'>THE SCHOOL IS IN TOTAL LOCK DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO PEE!&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED A BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE ARN"T ALOUD TO LEAVE OUR CLASSROOMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID I NOT BRING ANY BOOKS TODAY, OF ALL DAYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most important &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE SCHOOL IS IN TOTAL LOCK DOWN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-9109342022381699762?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9109342022381699762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=9109342022381699762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9109342022381699762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/9109342022381699762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-on-last-update.html' title='update on the last update'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-7353625405151510439</id><published>2008-05-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:50:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly update?</title><content type='html'>or not so weekly...who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so lets see.... i re-read the most tragic and beautiful part of the warrriors:the new prophecy books.... won't give anything away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i read twilight! for the record, i read it for school.&lt;br /&gt;i have now read 3 books called twilight. one bout vampires, one bout ghosts, and one bout kittys (warriors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who haven't seen it, check out 'the shot gun song' on you tube, it is very funny.&lt;br /&gt;uh....&lt;br /&gt;this weekend is the girls camp party, so layna, see you there!!! and i'm having a sleepover afterward! all in all, i've had a pretty great week, even though i've been ill with a cold!&lt;br /&gt;thats all...oh wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing. as of now, my school is kinda sorta in lock down, so im stuck in my classroom, typing away. no details yet, but  i'll keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-7353625405151510439?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7353625405151510439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=7353625405151510439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7353625405151510439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/7353625405151510439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekly-update.html' title='weekly update?'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-6167686336644381422</id><published>2008-04-27T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:38:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random posts are fun</title><content type='html'>Ive noticed that people don't comment much. this makes me sad...i WANT YOU TO SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;now that that's said!&lt;br /&gt;uh... so yesterday, i spent a good half hour on an exercise bike, and hour on my real bike and 45 minutes on a lonnng walk, involving me getting lost in the hills and having to back-track...up and up and up! ugg.&lt;br /&gt; then i went and ruined all that exercise by eating a large bowl of ice cream....oh well, it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much else to say...siv and rafa are doing good, they have a nest just outside the kitchen window! OSC and SC haven't been fighting as much lately, so that's good, and i finished my one page argument on 'the catcher in the rye' in 20 minutes! (its good too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. here is a review/teaser/thingamajig for my favorite book series in the whole wide world, warriors, by erin hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the wilds of the forest, four clans of wild cats live, in ever balanced harmony, constantly teetering on the edge of battle. But there are some that would destroy that balance, and noble warriors are dying. A prophecy is uttered 'fire alone will save our clan', the leader Bluestar invites young house cat, Rusty, who longs for the life of a forest cat, to join her clan. But you never know what lurks in the shadows, and in order to protect his Clan, his friends and his life, Rusty, now Firepaw, will have to keep his eyes open, ears bricked, and mind alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It has it all: mystery, murder, (forbidden! and otherwise) romance, betrayal, shifting allegiances, friendship, tragedy, prophecy, faith, hope ...gotta love those kittys! the books do tend to have a serous undertone, and yes, many beloved charaters do wind up dead, but these books are simply amazing, so real, so wonderful, with lol moments, and moments that cause  one to tear up, moments that make one hug the book close, and moments when all one wants to do islament...of couse, this is only my experince with the books, but juging from the amount of AMVs and tributes to the warriorcats on you tube, id say im defintly not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, sorry about the spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-6167686336644381422?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6167686336644381422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=6167686336644381422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6167686336644381422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/6167686336644381422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-posts-are-fun.html' title='random posts are fun'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039890265499701651.post-867881777241075411</id><published>2008-04-24T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:44:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't have a cool title for this, so there</title><content type='html'>sooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, first off, im going to rant, just a bit, about the highschool health center. i think its great, awsome, wonderful idea...but has some issues.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i turned in one of thise 'pantntal concent forms' that you need for ANY treatment at all(incidentaly, you don't need one to have a pregnancy test...)&lt;br /&gt;somehow, they lost it...&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, when i 'mini-sprained' my ancle (my term for a short term sprain, lasting only a few hours if iced)&lt;br /&gt;they refused to give it to me!&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i understaned that you need a concent form for say, pills, or tests, or more pills, but ice??? thats rediculus.  i knew  EXACTLY what was wrong, EXcatlywhat i needed. i wasn't asking for pills, or condoms or anything,  but one freaking ice cube!!!!! they went on, and on, and on. i didnt yell at them, but in my hed, i was screaming, 'lok lady, give me the **** ice. you can plainly see i can't walk, but that im not in a huge amount of pain. im not asking you for anything i coul't go up to my freezer at home and get, i'm not asking for anything that would make you an acomplis to some great evil, like drugs, im asking for one lousy ice cube, and i can't even get that!?' on another note of the same rant, it turned out that some how my student id card, lost about amonth and a half a go my one of my teachers, was in the health center, in a desk the whole time! i mean, lame! they can't poke up the name or id # written cleary on the card, get my scedual, and give it to a teacher of mine? the have to wait untill some of them recongnizes my hair and gives it to me!? for the love of chocolate pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im done ranting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happy note, im done with the STAR tests...&lt;br /&gt;and we have a pair of stellars jays nesting in our yard. i have named them rafa and siv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyay, more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4039890265499701651-867881777241075411?l=randomanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/feeds/867881777241075411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4039890265499701651&amp;postID=867881777241075411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/867881777241075411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4039890265499701651/posts/default/867881777241075411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-have-cool-title-for-this-so.html' title='i don&apos;t have a cool title for this, so there'/><author><name>AnnaDee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230189576038418742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_40l5u5NHOT0/SF7eBwtBioI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r8iwA9rlETA/S220/the+dawn+comes.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
