<?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-8632014154328253866</id><updated>2011-11-04T17:52:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-1401532615842151147</id><published>2009-12-23T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:25:17.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey,</title><content type='html'>Well Tommy wasn't the prince charming I thought he was.&lt;div&gt;More of the gross toad before the princess kisses him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, he ended up making plans to go to the movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he totally STOOD ME UP! How annoying is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to him after the fact and decided 2 4 give him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at the mall and he totally ignored me and my BFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kendra. K is also his BFF 2 make matters worse! So I stopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liking him now, now I really like this guy Derek.(&lt;i&gt;At this point &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;there are edits that show where my other best friend edited my entries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;at a sleepover&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;We haven't talked much but he is soooo HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He checked me out @ this school dance. I wanna get to know him better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe...possibly...MAKE OUT W/ HIM! finally I feel ready! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              always &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;       ANNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-1401532615842151147?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1401532615842151147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=1401532615842151147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/1401532615842151147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/1401532615842151147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey.html' title='Hey,'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-5100853662303882902</id><published>2009-12-23T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:18:22.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the day after I last wrote and I still haven't Talked to Tommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe he is grounded or something. I keep thinking about my feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for him more and more and he makes me feel so good about myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like I'm more than just a stupid middle school teen. Like I'm a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3tommy&lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                          Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-5100853662303882902?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5100853662303882902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=5100853662303882902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5100853662303882902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5100853662303882902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-there.html' title='Hey there!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-6242142787638183470</id><published>2009-05-24T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:41:21.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elevenyearold-era relics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkIGXBEH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdMBSLVdWFQ/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkIGXBEH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdMBSLVdWFQ/s320/Photo+66.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339307738575150914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl scout patch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkH8UbBqDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LjtS0rOza74/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkH8UbBqDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LjtS0rOza74/s320/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339307566080043058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy bat mitzvah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHm9WmeVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nhFXjl1mppc/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHm9WmeVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/nhFXjl1mppc/s320/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339307199110216018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;some jake art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHeqi4lVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W13cLzHR9B0/s1600-h/Photo+62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHeqi4lVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W13cLzHR9B0/s320/Photo+62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339307056622507346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;an inspiring quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHYQKPjQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DH79GK9xnTM/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkHYQKPjQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DH79GK9xnTM/s320/Photo+58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339306946460617986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first lipstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-6242142787638183470?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6242142787638183470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=6242142787638183470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/6242142787638183470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/6242142787638183470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/elevenyearold-era-relics.html' title='elevenyearold-era relics'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkIGXBEH0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/tdMBSLVdWFQ/s72-c/Photo+66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-5773747379951033553</id><published>2009-05-24T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:37:06.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Sexay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL whatz up? How ya been grl? I'm awesome. Life is goin pretty damn well! GUESS WHAT! Do you remember Jake? The guy I was in love w/ last year? Well, it turns out I fell in love w/ him this year too! See, he asked me out again about 2 weeks ago and I said yes. We went to the movies and we laughed a lot. It was almost like we were friends rather than a couple. Anyways he dumped me a few days ago. I have never been so confused about what I was feeling in MY LIFE! I felt like I still loved him, but hated him 4 dumping me. Then I started to get happy about the whole thing. I get to have my best bud Jake back and any other guy I want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;AND I KNOW WHO I WANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This guy named Tommy Moore. He's one of the sweetest and caring guys I know. See we have been good friends for a while. We have so much in common including the same *Favorite Movie*. We help eachother with out problems a lot. His parents are divorced like mine and we both have stepparents. We talk about it a lot and it really helps me feel better about it all. One time he told me what a great person I am and that I should never change. I love him for that. He told my BFF kendra that he liked me when I was goin out with Jake. She says he still does, but kept it from me when I was with J.Z. I hope me and Tom hook up. I think we would have a good relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;3tommy&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                 Banana *A*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-5773747379951033553?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5773747379951033553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=5773747379951033553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5773747379951033553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5773747379951033553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-sexay.html' title='Hey Sexay!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-7692249566095888243</id><published>2009-05-24T01:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:29:46.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>ARGGG! Sorry, I needed to get a primal scream in my entry so you get the full effect of my problem. My close friend Kelsey is being so...ugh I can't even think of a word to describe it. Really unfair...is what I'm going 4. We got in this fight at her party bcuz I was the first peep to fall asleep, and they played mean jokes on me after I told them not to. It was really mean and I got upset and called her a bitch. I appoligized and she wont 4give me. Oh well, she was a good friend while it lasted. I don't really like greg anymore, he is an asshole. I kind of like this guy named Brendan. He is really sweet and likes me 2. Well I'm TIRED, so I'm gunna get my beauty sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; "&gt;~crazy love 4 EVA ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;~* WITH AN X AND AN O I'M OUT LIKE WOAH! *~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anna Banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-7692249566095888243?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7692249566095888243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=7692249566095888243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7692249566095888243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7692249566095888243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-1784063343628248264</id><published>2009-05-24T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:25:35.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Journal,</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair today! It looks good Greg didn't notice my sexy outfit at all today! He hasn't said a word since the "incident"! I like him so much...and it makes me wanna cry every time I think 'bout how much I screwd things ^ with him. I wish I could convince him I'm worth his time...I don't know how, but I will think of something. Kendra got used by some idiot this weekend...He's gunna get his booty kicked!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE&lt;3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNA&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-1784063343628248264?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1784063343628248264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=1784063343628248264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/1784063343628248264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/1784063343628248264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-journal.html' title='Hey Journal,'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-4119093586187299971</id><published>2009-05-24T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:22:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Journal</title><content type='html'>Greg didn't get what I was tryin to say at all! I was trying to tell him that I like him and want to be wit him and he totally blew me off. Guys R so weird! I don't get them @ all. One day he wants to jump me, the next never to talk to me agian. I'm kinda worried 'bout tomorrow. My locker is right next to his and I'm afraid 2 face him. I planned out a really sexy outfit for tomorrow. Just in case. Me and my friend Leslie got in a big fight and made up. I'm sooooo happy! She is one of the best friends I have ever had. I can laugh w/ her for hours. ~rembember~ my friend "K" has a secret! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love alwayz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anna banana &lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-4119093586187299971?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4119093586187299971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=4119093586187299971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/4119093586187299971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/4119093586187299971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-journal.html' title='Dear Journal'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8949062805613986784</id><published>2009-05-24T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:19:11.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 GREG!</title><content type='html'>Hey again,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having an okay day. I went to the mall with my bud Kelsey. Everything was goin good until I got home. I walked through the door and turned on my comp. Greg was on so I IMed him. He told me that he liked me the other day. When we had early relese we went to get pizza. after when we walked home he leaned over to kiss me and I pushed away. I know it may sound crazy (it did to him), but I felt like he was using me. When I told him that he asked me if I thought he was shallow. Of corse I don't think he is but I feel really bad! =( I hope he is thinkin about it and tries to understand! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8949062805613986784?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8949062805613986784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8949062805613986784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8949062805613986784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8949062805613986784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-3-greg.html' title='I &lt;3 GREG!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8461389413539342431</id><published>2009-05-24T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:14:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey J</title><content type='html'>I'm having an okay day...it was goin FAB untill my "best bud" Leslie decided she didn't wanna be BFF. she gave me a list of the friends she likes best and I was last! How bitchy and low can she get? Ryan asked me out again today, I said no, but I still sorta like him. I am going over Greg's house maybe this week. My friend kelsey who has gone pretty far with guys...thinks I should fool around with him. Of corse I really want to, (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i didn't lose my virginity until 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), but I'm afraid he wont feel the same way I do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my dad had a big fight and he started telling lies to me about how my parents got divorced. What an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically my life is changing day by day...but hell, I'M WELCOMING IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love alwayz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8461389413539342431?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8461389413539342431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8461389413539342431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8461389413539342431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8461389413539342431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-j.html' title='Hey J'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-3576418144422789878</id><published>2009-05-24T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:10:00.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*fairy dust*~</title><content type='html'>Hey journal, &lt;div&gt;       It's me starting my fab diary again, but this time I'm a bit differen't. I'm in the seventh grade! Life is going pretty good. My brother Matthew is now 9 months old. I'm so annoyed with my stepmom! She is such a fuckin' barbie! God, she has plastic surgery! ew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I don't have a bf right now, but I have finnaly gotten over Jake and on to some new pray! LOL. This guy Ryan has fallen pretty hard for me, and I think I liek him a little bit. He's nice and he plays the guitar like me, so that's cool. I also like Greg again...LOL he said I was hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!anna banana! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-3576418144422789878?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3576418144422789878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=3576418144422789878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/3576418144422789878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/3576418144422789878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/fairy-dust.html' title='~*fairy dust*~'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-2700073190102544200</id><published>2008-06-08T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:09:50.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG THINGS</title><content type='html'>Dear Journal,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm sry I haven't written in so long. So much has happened scence the last time I wrote. Jake dumped me, asked me out, then dumped me agin. Today he asked me out and I think I'm gonna say yes!! We talk now &amp;amp; stuff so it's cool. I feel so much older now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. JAKE &amp;amp; ME ARE IN THE SCHOOL PLAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-2700073190102544200?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2700073190102544200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=2700073190102544200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/2700073190102544200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/2700073190102544200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-things.html' title='BIG THINGS'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-5961959283077176141</id><published>2008-06-08T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:11:02.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAKE 4 EVER</title><content type='html'>Hi! It's christmas eve rite now, but it doesn't feel the same as when I was little. It's wierd when you get older. Everything doesn't seem so magical like holidays, presents, boys, dads, moms, and holiday mascots like santa claus (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I was raised Jewish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;I guess when you have a BF you understand boys more. I hope Jake Zentis and I will last for a while. He will be my first, and my...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(probably not last)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"annabella" (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not my name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HEART+ JAKE'S HEART= LOVE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-5961959283077176141?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5961959283077176141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=5961959283077176141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5961959283077176141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5961959283077176141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/jake-4-ever.html' title='JAKE 4 EVER'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8242257003027910164</id><published>2008-06-08T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:06:14.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wish I could see Jake rite now! He asked me on a date over vacation, but I had to say no. I really wish I wuz sitting next to him rite now. I would kiss him if I could! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE HIM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 EVER LUVER OF J.Z.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8242257003027910164?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8242257003027910164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8242257003027910164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8242257003027910164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8242257003027910164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-really-wish-i-could-see-jake-rite-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8132286411686936988</id><published>2008-06-08T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:44:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'> I'm a little confused. Or not really confused, just light headed. SRY I neglected u for so long, I just have been buzy. Guess what? I HAVE A BOY FRIEND! U will never guess who it is. Jake Zentis. We are so much in LOVE! It's Christmas vacation now though and I wont see him for a week. I miss him so much. He is sooo sweet! He writes me love notes saying how our hearts are stuck together. Maby wishing really does pay off. For christmas I got him this stuffed dog. I hope he loves it. I MISS JAKE! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna (Jakes GF 4 EVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(UNTIL MARRIAGE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8132286411686936988?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8132286411686936988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8132286411686936988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8132286411686936988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8132286411686936988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi_08.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-5443256196330642111</id><published>2008-06-07T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:48:43.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?</title><content type='html'>Jake is single! Yeah! He's soo mine. Before he wuz going out with a gurl from walsh (another middle school) who cheated on him. Too bad. We predicted that she would cheat on him and I hoped. I mean I HOPED! I really hope he likes me too. That would be my one wish if that could happen. Now Greg sings a song about me. I wish that Jake sang it! Oh well! Maby he will come 2 his senses and date me! He he! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-5443256196330642111?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5443256196330642111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=5443256196330642111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5443256196330642111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/5443256196330642111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-9069564615279251541</id><published>2008-06-07T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:29:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holloween!</title><content type='html'>Tmrrow is holloween. Sometimes I really wish u could be able to give me advice. Look, I really want to go out with Jake but I know I wouldnt ever be able to ask him out. I mean I never had the courage 2 ask Tom out and now he has a gurlfriend. Should I get Jinney 2 ask him. Maby I should. Then again what if he says NO!!! What should I DO??? The only place I can get a boyfriend is cyberspace like that boy in the chat! Hey maby I should snag Jake's email (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;discovered to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cyberslob77)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;BYE BY!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JAKE LOVE, ANNA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JAKE IS SOOO HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE TOM DELOUNGE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-9069564615279251541?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9069564615279251541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=9069564615279251541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/9069564615279251541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/9069564615279251541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-holloween.html' title='Happy Holloween!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8517337055408254545</id><published>2008-06-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:28:43.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!</title><content type='html'>Hi! Sorry I haven't written in sooo long! I have been kind of buzy! Mostly thinking about Jake Zentis. He is sooo hot! Also we moved into our new house. It's nice and cozy and I have already found a great hiding space. There are these bueatufill stairs and on the right of the stars are this big stain glass window. There is a hude window ledge that is sort of like a mini couch. I LOVE IT!!! I can't wait until tmrrow because I am going back over there. I will unpack everything and make everything look GREAT!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE BYE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANNA RUSHFORD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(JAKE LOVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love jake (hot! hot! hot!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8517337055408254545?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8517337055408254545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8517337055408254545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8517337055408254545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8517337055408254545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='!!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-7043043865976895151</id><published>2008-06-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:21:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAKE DO U LIKE ANNA?</title><content type='html'>Hola! Ok I have 2 tell u something really gross. See this kid online who says he's 15 asked me to have cyber sex w/him. Of cource I said no (in fact hell no) but he didn't take no for an answer and called me a sexy gurl. I just hope he doesn't email me. I just wont chat anymore. No real great news besides that. Oh yeah I still love Jake Zentis. I think he knows I think he's cute though. Maby he thinks I am cute. I really hope he does because I so badly want 2 go out w/ him. Greg allready knows me and talks to me, but Jake might really like me. If my wish will come true (me &amp;amp;Jake BF GF) I will never wish for another boy for a month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jake Lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-7043043865976895151?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7043043865976895151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=7043043865976895151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7043043865976895151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7043043865976895151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/jake-do-u-like-anna.html' title='JAKE DO U LIKE ANNA?'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-8966294695564573282</id><published>2008-06-07T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:17:47.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! I can't stop thinking about Jake! I would almost do anything to talk to him as much as Jinney does. I used 2 feel this way about Greg, but Jake is so much cuter, taller, and HOTTER than Greg. Also I think Jake and I stand up for the same things like Gay Rights. I know that Jake likes my friend Sara, but that wuz before me. I think Jake knows who I am too. Jinney talks about me a lot to him! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; luv &amp;amp; kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna (from crazy boy land)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love jake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-8966294695564573282?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8966294695564573282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=8966294695564573282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8966294695564573282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/8966294695564573282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-i-cant-stop-thinking-about-jake-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-2276279136876616219</id><published>2008-06-07T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:15:24.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Today I didn't have school today. I just stayed home and watched MTV. U know how I said I liked a boy named Greg, well I still like him but, I like this dude named Jake. Jake is really cute. He is also gregs best friend. One of my good friends Jinney talks to him a lot! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      Anna Rushford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE JAKE ZENTIS! JAKE IS HOT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-2276279136876616219?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2276279136876616219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=2276279136876616219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/2276279136876616219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/2276279136876616219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-7044997537430828397</id><published>2008-06-07T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:13:03.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellowey!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I am writing in the morning. I just felt like it I guess. Theres so much to tell u that I didn't get 2 yesterday. One of the things is that my mom and dad are divorced. My mom is with a guy named Michael. My dad is with a woman named Kate and she is pregnant. She will have the baby in April. I really would like them to not have a baby. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                        Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                               Anna Rushford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-7044997537430828397?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7044997537430828397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=7044997537430828397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7044997537430828397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7044997537430828397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/hellowey.html' title='Hellowey!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8632014154328253866.post-7067077978086040495</id><published>2008-06-07T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:11:17.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time!!</title><content type='html'>This is my first time writing in this JOURNAL!!! Today in school I got an F in spanish. I really am a good student it's just that spanish is soooo HARD!!! I mean how am I supposed to remember every spanish speaking country and where they are. Oh I almost forgot to tell you about myself. My name is Anna Rushford, I'm 11 years old, and my faveorite color is blue. Oh and I also like a boy named Greg. He is really cute. Last year I liked a boy named Tom. Tom is cute but, he is going out w/ my good friend Kelsey. Kelsey and Tom really like each other, so I guess I am happy for them. Greg is also "going" out w/ a gurl named Liz. I don't know Liz, but he says she's living on a farm. HAHA, Farming Elizabeth!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                      Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             Anna Rushford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8632014154328253866-7067077978086040495?l=elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7067077978086040495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8632014154328253866&amp;postID=7067077978086040495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7067077978086040495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8632014154328253866/posts/default/7067077978086040495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elevenyearoldanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-time.html' title='First Time!!'/><author><name>Anna Louise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qqHDt_0l-Y4/ShkKCD5pviI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NBCBgv8ph_A/S220/n678938860_1003877_3778.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
