<?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-1432549543872827059</id><updated>2011-11-18T13:05:29.644-08:00</updated><category term='Christian gets revenge'/><category term='bye bye  school'/><category term='The Vamps Assistant'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Annabell</title><subtitle type='html'>I love to rant. Doesn't everyone? Well ranting to people I have never met is appealling to me. My main motto is "If you have never met someone, who cares what they think of you?". I am just going to grip and complain a lot and mabye you'll like it. Some people call me funny but usually I think that they only laugh because of the never ending images of me falling in their heads. Stick around to find out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-7072394215438484624</id><published>2011-07-16T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T23:24:57.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god. I feel so............ blog deprived.&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird week. Like something off tv. Swear to god. First I flooded a house, my house. You should have seen my moms face..... To say she was furious would be an understatement.... She barely let me go on my upward bound trip. That was fun. We went to Mesa Verde. I felt like a white person there (no offense non racist white people, I am racist though, agianst racist white people, what irony). Then we went paintballing (I kicked ASS by the way) and ziplining (long walk up a hill but its worth it.... they should still get an elevator though.... I busted my ass getting up there. All of us did except one of us. Macy is a dork....) Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the newest harry potter. It was amazing and sad.... can't believe its over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-7072394215438484624?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7072394215438484624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7072394215438484624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7072394215438484624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-740988291516014081</id><published>2011-05-13T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:41:15.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent from Bones (the Awesome TV Series)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ugh. I am so mad. Yet again one of my favorite characters get taken out of bones. It was bad enough when zach had to go but now Vincent? And instead of giving him a reason to leave, he has to DIE?? What the hell is up with that crap. And that guy who killed him didn't even get killed? That is complete and utter crap!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean really I must have cried for like an hour straight ( I didn't even cry that much for the finally for the VAMPIRE DIARIES and I love the vampire diaries) and then again they go whoop tie do, booth and temperance slept in the same room but they don't even tell us what the hell happen. That is NOT right. I mean first they kill of Vincent then they wont even let us at least know if booth and brenon hooked up? They have been dangling this over our head for SIX MONTHS. They better get a new cute assistant of I'm going to be pissed off. I loved loved loved Vincint, and his stupid little facts and how he was always so sweet and I hated having to watch him beg to stay. I was so so so sad. God and I don't even know who the hell he is. I have officially become crazy. I was all in love with him. Almost as much as flute dude. I am so sad again. Well at least I got it out of me. And hell what the heck... Science Fair is hell on earth, if you have to do it, (damn I was barely able to do it without killing someone) stay as calm as possible and do your experiment as quick as you can because its a bitch (excuse me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A very very very sad Annabell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;PS. Holy crap I was depressed after I watched that crap. I loved Vincint.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-740988291516014081?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/740988291516014081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/05/vincent-from-bones-awesome-tv-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/740988291516014081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/740988291516014081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/05/vincent-from-bones-awesome-tv-series.html' title='Vincent from Bones (the Awesome TV Series)'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-1790134176608648716</id><published>2011-04-19T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:58:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We just got report cards back today. I got all A's but colledge is scaring the H-E-L-L out of me. See, the over achever I am I want to go to ivy leage and study law but doubts are creeping up. I'm joining key club next year and drama. I'm staying in band and getting spanish and mock trial. I am going to die if that crap is not enough for a decent colledge because I have decent grades and at times feel like a tottal nerd. Oh yeah and sceince fair! Whoop de freaking do. I am SOOOO excited. I swear to f ing god if you didn't know I was sarcastic just now then apparently you have not tried to balance all my crap. Oh yeah I decided that I like flute dude better. We just had a band trip recently and he had the idea to freak out our band directers with these fake gum cigeretts that he bought at the mall and it so worked. You should have seen the look on his face! Priceless! Flute dude is just so unbearably unreachable now though! Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE, Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&amp;gt; Holy crap I hate research papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-1790134176608648716?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1790134176608648716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-just-got-report-cards-back-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1790134176608648716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1790134176608648716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-just-got-report-cards-back-today.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-7854229357110534040</id><published>2011-04-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:49:17.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shane Dawson ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah im so stupid. IF YOU ARE READING THIS AND HAVE NOT WATCHED SHANE DAWSON ON YOUTUBE YOU ARE A BIG LOSER AND WILL BE DOOMED TO FOREVER LIVE WITH YOUR MOM SAD AND ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA,&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-7854229357110534040?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7854229357110534040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/shane-dawson-rocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7854229357110534040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7854229357110534040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/shane-dawson-rocks.html' title='Shane Dawson ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-8270002548186298330</id><published>2011-04-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:41:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sorry. Been not blogging agian. A lot of crap. I have to run for stupid rep. next year. Ugh. Just because my friend threw a fit. Shy went out with Matt Toler (an admittidly cute guy) who is now moving so they broke up. Yes this is the Matt that Brianna liked. Brianna by the way is going out with Lawrence Hranage. I feel like the only single one because my sister Kayla is watching me like a freaking hawk. I really don't like her. I am torn inbetween two guys (well no.... they don't know I like them or if they like me THAT way but one of them has an ugly girlfriend and always looks for ME and the other one never had a girlfriend)one of them is so dorkily cute that it hurts. He wears stupid flute shirts (so what he plays flute, at least he's really, really good at it) and makes me laugh at stupid things and makes me forget everything....... But he's a grade lower than me, he has the ugly girlfriend (who is tragically a really nice person), and he is a jerk sometimes. The other one is funny, nice, and smart. He wears my bows sometimes and claims they're evil... He is one of those people that pretty much everyone likes but no girls like him THAT way. He's in my grade but at times is a jerk face on ice. He also wears cute ironic t shirts that I just LOVE. So t-shirt guy or flute dude. I don't really know. But I really most of the time think that I like flute dude better. Even though I really don't want to hurt his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I am also going freaking insane. I saw the goodreads list of the 2011 can't wait to read books and saw sequells to amazing books (including one of my FAVORITE series the mortal instrument series has a new FOURTH book. I was like OHMYFREAKINGLORDINTHESKY i was so excited. I also saw the second book to my second fav series, also if I may add by clarrissa clare, love her- the infernal devices. So excited.) and I was like, I want to be on that list in ten years I am going to HAVE to be on that list. And I want it so much. I miss that feeling of Kayla reading what I wrote and her getting so excited about it. I want a million people to freak over what I write and watch. Its going to happen if its the last thing I will ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA, &lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&gt; whoever thinks my guys sound stupid, shut  up. You would love them if you were me, besides you havent seen flute dude play harry potter all beautiful like and t shirt dudes squirell shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-8270002548186298330?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/8270002548186298330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/8270002548186298330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/8270002548186298330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-29571267072818686</id><published>2011-02-16T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:59:09.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships, Bras, and Punks</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a while. Now it's 2011, a year away from some weirdos worrying about the world ending. Anyway I haven't done a lot of blogging. Okay so let me tell you whats been happening. Shylin and Christian got together this year and then tragically broke up. I still can't believe I was wrong about them. I mean really, they seemed so perfect for each other. Then there is the fact they both liked each other a lot. The days they were going out was perfect....&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to more pressing issues, bras and money. No girl should store their money in their bra. That's just gross, so you can probably imagine my reaction to when a girl nicknamed gorilla gave me money out of her bra when I was working for the concession stand during a dance (being student council treasurer has it's disadvantages, but hey if your in student council, it almost always assures that your cool). It was terrible then i had to dance with sean, someone who I don't like to avoid dancing with martin who is in love with half the girls in the school and unfortunately he likes me better than pretty much all of them. I had to talk to sean the whole time I was dancing with him to avoid the awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new friend Savannah Bethany who is now tragically moving after so many fun months. She was awesome, I'm going to miss the punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I also got the cutest hamster EVER! To all you hamster haters: DON'T KNOCK MY ADORABLE HAMSTER!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-29571267072818686?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/29571267072818686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationships-bras-and-punks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/29571267072818686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/29571267072818686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationships-bras-and-punks.html' title='Relationships, Bras, and Punks'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-364377292174722151</id><published>2010-08-11T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:22:46.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Really Sure, I'm Tired Give Me A Break.</title><content type='html'>I've been up since yesterday and I really want to go to sleep. I may pass out right now. No promises. I really hate school especially when it messes with my sleeping habits, can't I be nocturnal in piece? I mean really whats wrong with sleeping during the day? My mom thinks I read too many vampire books and that's true, but I just like staying up late because I get my best ideas during the night plus no one can bother me, not to mention I think the nights beautiful. The sun just hurts my eyes, did you know that every billion years the sun gets 10 percent more hot? Kinda makes me glad I'm alive now so I can live and die (hopefully at age 40 so I look youngish in my coffin and I don't get all old, old people can be scary or just annoying) without worrying about being fried by the sun, that's the best idea ever since world peace. I guess the rest of the human race won't have to worry about being fried by the sun cuz they're way to stupid to learn to recycle. So what global warming may not be real but does that doesn't mean we shouldn't clean up the world. God some people don't believe in global warming just their cowards, if you don't want to help the cause then you may as well except you are destroying the world with your reckless lifestyle. People who really don't believe in global warming think that just  because global warming isn't (I think global warming does exist) true then they should stop worrying about the world but if global warming ISN'T true then a lot of people will get less motivated about saving the world then we're all doom and I don't want to die because some IDIOTS decide they want to ignore the fact the world is in trouble. If your one of those idiots, you need to get your crap straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I also hate those people who think Elvis is alive. I mean really how creepy is that? Who wants to see some weirdo people in tights pretending to be Elvis, news flash ELVIS IS DEAD AND ISN'T COMING BACK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-364377292174722151?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/364377292174722151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-up-since-yesterday-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/364377292174722151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/364377292174722151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-up-since-yesterday-and-i.html' title='I Am Not Really Sure, I&apos;m Tired Give Me A Break.'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-5532033785617838328</id><published>2010-07-21T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:33:55.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Sucks</title><content type='html'>When I found out Alissa was coming I automatically knew my birthday was going to suck. She is in her "crying" stage. She doesn't get over stages very quickly, she is still in her "biting" stage. Anyway going to Santa Fe with my mom, Lissa, and Michael (good and funny friend of my mothers) was sucky. Mom fought with me pretty much the whole way and I was bored as Hades and he should be pretty bored by now. I really hate road trips. Me and my family in the same car for more than thirty minutes (thirty minutes because usually by then we are about to go to war and sometimes it just isn't fast enough). War with my family doesn't end up pretty. The only good news I got was I didn't need braces but I was still mad, I mean I wanted to burn the stupid office to the ground (I do have a friend who burnt down a garage...) because I was so scared of getting braces and I felt cheated. I mean I was THAT scared for NOTHING. Jacked right? So after that mom drags me to like fifty stores and I just go along not interested while she shops (for herself, all I got was a pair of shoes, two books, and a book bag.). I was only happy when I was in Borders, a book store. I was so excited but because mom shopped too much all I got was a few books. Sad right. Then I went home and passed out. I argued with mom the whole way of course. Mom I do NOT have a bad attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. We went to Olive Garden too the spaghetti sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-5532033785617838328?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5532033785617838328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-birthday-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5532033785617838328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5532033785617838328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-birthday-sucks.html' title='My Birthday Sucks'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-5425744839323028570</id><published>2010-07-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:28:18.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY LEANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Caylene. Her birthday was awesome. She had a party and now she is laughing me because I have to go to the dentist on my birthday. She is so cruel sometimes. She always laughs at my pain but she is one of my best friends. We had some fun times together making people laugh and making people suffer. It kinda reminds me of Ryankid. He was a kid that was one of our friends but we also made him suffer, it was kinda like we were friends with him so we could make him suffer. I guess he is cool. He has a whole group of friends that look up to him which I find hilarious. Anyway there is a long list of people me and Leany messed with, including each other. I call her Leany because it bugs the crap out of her. She calls me nerd and I call her dork. Its like the circle of life. We hang out so much I get called Caylene and she gets called Annabell and we don't even look alike. People are weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. You should check out Top 60 Ghetto Black Names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-5425744839323028570?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5425744839323028570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-late-birthday-leany-lucky-caylene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5425744839323028570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5425744839323028570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-late-birthday-leany-lucky-caylene.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-1243095996651223316</id><published>2010-07-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T16:31:03.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Birthdays And Dentists</title><content type='html'>I really hate my birthdays. This year I have a dentist appointment on my birthday and how sucky is that? I haven't even mentioned or thought about my birthday in like a month and now mom reminds me about it and then she tells me I have a dentist appointment. I hate dentists. They have all those sharp objects and if they wanted they could kill you and even if it isn't on purpose, they could which is beyond creepy. Then of course you have to wait like forever just to be able to get your teeth pocked at. I have never had a cavity for three reasons; 1) not brushing is disgusting, 2) if you do have a cavity it would hurt, bad, 3) dentists have a DRILL they could kill you with. Sure they have other pointy stuff but not like a DRILL, they are sharp and the blade MOVES. Everyone trusts doctors but almost everyday doctors touch people or kill them violently. I don't trust doctors because no matter how many degrees they have on their stupid wall they are still people and people do weird and hateful things everyday. I also don't trust doctors because Dr. Who is an alien and that creeps me out. Dentists are scary but I think regular doctors are downright terrifying. See! My stupid birthdays always suck, ALWAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Another reason I hate dentists is because of that TV show Glen Martin DDS. If he is so stupid and careless, imagine REAL doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-1243095996651223316?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1243095996651223316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-my-birthdays-and-dentists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1243095996651223316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1243095996651223316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-my-birthdays-and-dentists.html' title='I Hate My Birthdays And Dentists'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-4223848799855040728</id><published>2010-07-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:03:13.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JT Yorke Dies</title><content type='html'>JT Yorke dies. You know in Degrassi the next generation. I'm watching the stupid re-runs and JT was pretty much my favorite character then I found out he's going to die. He was like totally awesome! He was supposed to be the cool one who lives the whole time being awesome. I mean that is so not cool, I feel completely miserable and not just because he was totally awesome and he dies in the series but he reminded me of my best friend (she IS my best friend even though I never see her anymore), shes been through a lot of things that is so sad its not even remotely miserable it's worse than that. The last time I saw her she was so happy to see us but she was still miserable. I knew it. I couldn't sleep some nights because she was crying when she thought I wasn't awake, of course I comforted her but she will never be healed from all that happened to her, here is a quick recap of it all: when she was little her dad molested her, then her cousin hung himself, then her dad came back into her life and went to jail for breaking into a car, she moved away from me(we depended on each other and we were crying for days), then her moms bf beat her mom, then her house keeper who Brianna loved went to jail, then she thought she was les, then she started drugs, and I haven't heard from her in like months. I was happy for a while but when I started watching the Degrassi marathon, JT reminded me of Brianna and all the good times we had together (playing at the park, messing with her teasing Big Head Steven, my birthdays, her teaching me how to count past one hundred, running and avoiding Kayla, avoiding Kayla, going to the carnivals, racing, talking about all the kids at school, me telling off her friend Tina for being a jerk to Brianna, playing with water guns, going to the gas station, the sleep overs, playing with all her neighbors dogs, and well all kinds of stuff, when I was around her we always acted like kids even when we were in the library we giggled and exchanged stories. I miss her) but when I learned he dies all I could do was think about the bad stuff and thinking, what if she goes too far? What if she dies? I miss her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I've known Brianna since I was five and we were even friends even then, I liked her because she hated Kayla and of course Kayla being the demon she is broke her ankle once, just by stomping on her ankle all kinds with her boots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-4223848799855040728?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4223848799855040728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/jt-yorke-dies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/4223848799855040728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/4223848799855040728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/07/jt-yorke-dies.html' title='JT Yorke Dies'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-1239228757044586342</id><published>2010-06-28T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:42:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Is Crazy</title><content type='html'>Okay I should have put this in a long time ago but my mom is totally retarded. I kinda insulted her in my first post but now its personal (really personal I mean she IS my mom). She is now telling me I can't go to Shylins house because her sister Kim hates my sister Kayla. They have been fighting a lot and I am sick and tired of it. They haven't even had a mud fight! So whats the fun in them fighting. Of course Kayla started it. Mom doesn't care, Kayla is her LITTLE GIRL. Ew, that's just gross. Shes just another stupid jerkish cheerleader and I think she really needs to just stop being so MEAN. I mean seriously. I can't even get proper revenge on her because i get in trouble. One time I put foot cream in her pillow case and she slept on it. When she woke she had foot cream all over. It was SO funny but I go in trouble because apparently foot cream is "expensive". How stupid huh? But it all results in me being banned from Shys house but of course I'm not going for it. Shes my best friend so I'll tell my mom off if I have to. That's long over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I really hate that show True Jackson or whatever. The main character just bugs me. Well she reminds me of a way way nicer version of Kayla which is just creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-1239228757044586342?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1239228757044586342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-i-should-have-put-this-in-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1239228757044586342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1239228757044586342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/okay-i-should-have-put-this-in-long.html' title='My Mom Is Crazy'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-4720800728799325591</id><published>2010-06-27T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T02:29:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a list of books I read the past two years:&lt;br /&gt;Twilight, Betrayed, Eternal, Love You Hate You Miss You, Rose Daughter, Evernight,&lt;br /&gt;New Moon, Chosen, Silver Kisses, You Know Where to Find Me, Talk, Lightening Thief,&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse, Untamed, Fade, The Poison Eaters, Wondrous Strange, The Sea of Monsters,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Dawn, Hunted, Wake, Define "Normal", The Ice Limit, The Titans Curse,&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Academy, Tempted, Wicked Lovely, Crunch Time, Tomorrow When The War Began,&lt;br /&gt;Frostbite, Burned, Need, Book of Shadows, Princess Academy, The Battle of the Labyrinth, The Last Olympian, Deadly Little Secret, Kiss Me Kill Me, Sandpiper,&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Kissed, Evermore, Captivate, The Coven, Dead is a State of Mind, The Gift of Magic, The Others, Ink Exchange, Flipped, Sandry's Book, Anne of Green Gables,&lt;br /&gt;Blood Promise, Blue Moon, Speak, Blood Witch, Vampire Kisses 1-5, The Haunted,&lt;br /&gt;Don't Die Dragonfly, Shadowland, Pretty Dead, Swoon, Othello, White Is For Magic, Silver Is For Secrets, Blue Is For Nightmares, Red Is For Remembrance, Tris's Book, &lt;br /&gt;Last Dance, Strange Angels, Septimas Heep Series 1-5, The Diary of Ann Frank, Loser,&lt;br /&gt;Witch Ball, Betrail, Trolls Eye View, Rooftop, A Midsummer's Night Dream, Stargirl,&lt;br /&gt;Sword Play, Harry Potter 1-7, City of Bones, The Host, Being Dead, The Sorcerers,&lt;br /&gt;Fatal Charm, 13 Reasons Why, City of Ashes, Unwanted, Gifted 1-3, The Magician, The Alchemist, Erratum, Thrill Club, Hourglass, The Splendor Falls, The Allies of the Night, Once Dead Twice Shy, Fallen, Dark Visions, Son of the Mob, Ruined, My Soul to Save, My soul to Save, My Soul to Keep, Night World One, Night World Two, More Minds, Beautiful Creatures, I Was A Teenage Fairy, The Red Pyramid, Going Bovine, &lt;br /&gt;Marked, Hush Hush, City of Glass, Graceling, Stargazer, The Huntress Series 1-5, The Last Song, Tantalize, The Vampire Assistant Series, Maniac Magee, Once Upon A Marigold, and some more that I cannot remember at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Annabell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-4720800728799325591?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-3048107693880131733</id><published>2010-06-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:34:42.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Sleep, Like Bad Or I May Do Something I Will Regret In Thirty Years</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept in two days. I'm not even tired. Its so weird its like I'm more awake then ever and holy crap I feel weird. Today I figured that I really hate my house. I'm not allowed to go anywhere because I have to look after my sisters or my mom can't drop me off somewhere but she has enough time to fawn over Kayla. Oh yeah did I mention she was a cheerleader? If I didn't I am surprised because lately that's all everyone been talking about. I know I must sound like a jealous cow but I'm far from it. I'm on the student council and she's on the cheer leading team. &lt;br /&gt;She loves being a cheerleader. I hate it. She goes around and acts like a snobby conceded jerk face. She actually acted like that before but its way worse now. I really hate it. I mean sure at first I was happy for her (I mean really, I'm shocked too! Anyway that was a then and she still doesn't know about it and she never will), but now every time I see her in her cheerleader outfit (or even do any thing that suggests that shes a cheerleader) I feel like strangling her and I am not alone on this subject. &lt;br /&gt;Of course my mom gazes at Kayla like she's the best daughter in the world. Of course I stopped trying to make her happy years ago because I knew that was a lost cause. She isn't proud of me. I'm in band, student council, and my GPA is PAST a freaking four point o (I'm in all advanced classes, they give you more credit for your classes if you are in the advanced classes.)! I've never got a write up in my life and I have charmed every teacher I had (well two of them hate me but they hate almost everyone) but it still isn't enough so I figured whats the point. I stopped caring what she thought about me. I stopped caring what any of my family thought of me. If they don't like me, they don't like me. I can't make them like me. I don't know most of my family (except my Uncle Jessie and my first cousins, Brevin and Keana, and my great grandma. I met a few at Cousin Tad's wedding, but I don't really know them of vice versa. They are okay I guess but I'm talking about my immediate family.). &lt;br /&gt;My mom much anymore. I hate being left here. She's always with Ashley (one of her Friends but I'm okay with her), Melissa (I don't like her as much as Ashley but she's okay. She is jealous of Ashley because Mom spends a lot of time with Ashley.), Michael (I used to hate him but it was only because I was lacking someone to insult. Oh my god that was during the summer! No wonder I've been hating on, never mind. Michael's awesome.), Alex (they have been taking a break but occasionally they hang) and about forty other people that I don't feel like mentioning because I really don't care about the rest. Anyway she leaves me home to watch after Allisa.&lt;br /&gt;Allisa has been acting a whole lot more evil then usual. I mean really! She bit me multiple times and has been a big cry baby then when mom comes home she wails and screams saying that I was evil to her. Ya right Allisa. If I sprayed you with Anti-evil you would die! I love her but she is really annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;Wow I really sound whiny. Oh my god I sound exactly like that weirdo online who ranted on forever about how Brittany Spears should be left alone. You know the one who looks like a girl who was crying and saying "LEAVE BRITTANY ALONE!". O wow. I need to sleep I am really freaking myself out. Thanks for listening to me rant like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I hate Brittany Spears. That bald photo of her scarred me for life. When I saw that all I could think is horror (I know I thought that was an emotion too) and "Wow she needs HELP!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-3048107693880131733?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3048107693880131733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-sleep-like-bad-or-i-may-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3048107693880131733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3048107693880131733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-need-sleep-like-bad-or-i-may-do.html' title='I Need Sleep, Like Bad Or I May Do Something I Will Regret In Thirty Years'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-2234211238943570987</id><published>2010-06-25T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:15:01.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer sucks</title><content type='html'>I have officially decided that summer sucks. Well exept the sleeping in part. I'm even missing school and I really HATE school so it's really creepy missing it. I don't even want my birthday to come. I usually hate my birthdays. My family manages to mess it up so usually I pretend that it's not coming until they make me talk about it. My family usually gets really mad at me because when people ask me what I want my mind goes blind. The only thing I ever want is books. My mom does clothes shopping and I have a cell phone, TV, a local library, paper and pens, and a keyboard. I just don't know what I want. I usually get all kinds of crap I don't like or need but I guess I like it anyway. You know that saying "It's the thought that counts."? I think that is totally retarded but I guess it is true. Crap I hate my birthdays. On my last birthday my grandma made me cry. She just kept insulting me. This is the least offending thing she said "You need help!" "There is something wrong with you" and "Why are you such a weirdo? Why can't you be normal instead of the big freak you are?". Ya, that is the least offending. I would rather NOT get into details. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I'm really looking forward to is the forth of july and thats not for like nine days. Crap I love my life, but jeez can it get any worse. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, KAYLA IS GOING TO SOUTH DAKOTA!!!!!!!!! Ya, I know I should be totally ticked that I'm the one who can't go but then I wouldn't have the house to myself a lot and I want to be alone so I can REALLY sleep in. Kayla wakes me up way too early. These days I get up at like 6:00AM. I'm serious and Kayla wakes me up at like ten and I really can't do that it's just too much. I need my sleep or I am not a happy camper. Not at all, if they did that to me while I was at a camp, I would burn the place down. &lt;br /&gt;Aw summer, the best and worst times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I just REALLY hate swimming now. Been there done that. If I never swallow that stupid pool water on accident it will be too soon. Another funny thing. My hair is awesome and if it gets tangled all I really have to do is shake my hair run my hands through it a few times and it's perfect agian. THAT DOES NOT APPLY TO POOLS!! It takes hours to get the freaking tangles out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-2234211238943570987?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/2234211238943570987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-officially-decided-that-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/2234211238943570987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/2234211238943570987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-officially-decided-that-summer.html' title='Summer sucks'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-749723295652795005</id><published>2010-06-23T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:10:13.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Magnet</title><content type='html'>Okay I have officially decided that I am going to start a special writing blog. If I do so it will be private until maybe when I am a rich and famous book writer. I love writing and if I could do that AND get paid, it's a win win situation. Anyway I was reading lately and after this I'm going to post a list of books that I have read this year and last year. Anyway I read this book called Freak Magnet (I'm really getting desperate to find books to read) strangely it's a really good book. SPOIL ALERT. The book was about a really weird guy who falls in love with a freak magnet who starts to like him back. She doesn't really know why THIS freak (there have been many weird guys that have bugged her) out of the many that she has met appeals to her. This guys name is Charlie, on the day they met he ran after her screaming (not the best approach) and when he came up to her, he told her that she was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. Okay it's sweet but totally weird, but why can't she stop thinking about him. After the first meeting they both can't stop thinking about each other and as they meet more the closer they get. There is only one problem the superman suit wearing freak has to go. He won a contest for an astronomy internship and he cannot pass up the opportunity. What will happen to the two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-749723295652795005?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/749723295652795005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/freak-magnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/749723295652795005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/749723295652795005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/freak-magnet.html' title='Freak Magnet'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-6612117639465721151</id><published>2010-06-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:10:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV totally rots the brain</title><content type='html'>I have been watching way too much TV lately and this is what I have learned. I am totally ticked the first season of the Vampire Diaries is over with. I LOVED that show. I do not like to wait. Waiting is for losers. Have you seen the premier of Pretty Little Liars?? I am totally hooked and I haven't even seen the second episode. I have lost interest in The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I love drama but they have went over the top. That and much more is what I have learned. Adios amigos!!! TV rots the brain!!&lt;br /&gt;Annabell&lt;br /&gt;PS Nick Pitera sounds like a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-6612117639465721151?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/6612117639465721151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-totally-rots-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/6612117639465721151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/6612117639465721151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv-totally-rots-brain.html' title='TV totally rots the brain'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-3356571328655667942</id><published>2010-05-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:15:09.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye bye  school'/><title type='text'>school is finally freaking out</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally, I was counting down the days for today sice...............well since school started really but hey who wasnt. I hate freaking school, there is nothing to do but work work and essays. I hate it. Yesterday me Shylin, Christian, and me all soaked and sprayed shaving cream all over each other and of course they tormented the gorgous one. Me. I was soacked and my hair and clothes were completely white.Then I went home and kicked it. Gotta go summer is a busy time for me!&lt;br /&gt;                      Annabell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-3356571328655667942?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3356571328655667942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-is-finally-freaking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3356571328655667942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3356571328655667942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/school-is-finally-freaking-out.html' title='school is finally freaking out'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-7096514851667527418</id><published>2010-05-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:51:52.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three weeks till FREEDOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank god, a day more and I may have passed out from my allergy to school, I am severely allergic to school. The school is so lucky that I don't sue them for all the times I fell down and up the stairs (yes, falling up the stairs is possible), or the times I saw hair in my food, or for this one time................ well you get the idea. I am so mad that I can't be home schooled....... Well on up side we have a half day on Wednesday and I'm almost 100% that I'm going to pass English, this is typically what my report card looks like A+, A-, A, A+, A+, A, A-, C-...................... Well most of the time last time I got a B-, a huge miracle. I suck at English and I rock at Math. I am really awesome at math but I still hate it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm still laughing hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!! Shy broke up with Daniel (even though he's going around saying he's broken up with her, typically). She broke up with him because he sent her a note asking if she was cheating on Daniel with this dude named Danny, a senior. She told him that if he couldn't trust her than their relationship is OVER. Funny, ya? I just laughed at him for two reasons 1)I HATE him and 2) she DID cheat on him. She still denies it, she says that she wasn't going out with him so that means that she wasn't cheating on him but she told me she made out with him TWICE and I'm saying she MADE OUT WITH HIM. Ya and she also told me that she flipped him off and he told her "Okay, when and where?". Gross, huh? &lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'm not smiling about and I want to KILL Shy for. She told Daniel before they broke up about how she went to MARTIN and said I wanted to MARRY him (despite my protests, he's my friend but I don't like him that way) and he came over to where I was standing and asked if I really wanted to marry him and of course I said NO!!!!!!!!!!! but he just told me "I know your playing hard to get, when you are finished remember I will go out with YOU anytime." That about made me through up. Then later he came up to me and asked when the honeymoon started. I got SOOOOOOOOOOOO mad. People have been harassing me about that for like ever now. I am so mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Annabell!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If your on here and you are in the mob then E-mail me!!!!!!! THANKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-7096514851667527418?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7096514851667527418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-weeks-till-freedom-thank-god-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7096514851667527418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7096514851667527418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/three-weeks-till-freedom-thank-god-day.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-4049602583623820231</id><published>2010-05-06T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:16:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a post I didn't put on like an idiot.</title><content type='html'>Thursday's are awesome. I love them. Today I became treasurer of the student council when I first tried to be representative. I didn't fall AT ALL. I know, crazy, huh? Then because I had to say my exeptance speech to the whole school with all the rest of the student council (I didn't even get nervous and want to pee my pants) I got to miss fourth hour. For fourth hour I have Mrs. Hebee, also known as the most evil teacher to all students, even little kid who don't have her hate her. It's so funny, but anyway, I didn't have to do anything really today. Then we went right to fifth hour graded our math tests (I got 100% by the way) and talked the rest of the hour. Then in sixth hour we didn't do anything but talk really and seventh hour, we got called to the cafiteria so we could talk about reregistation and then we missed like half the hour so we got to sit and talk and in eighth hour we got called to take a picture for this school project and then we got to talk the rest of that hour. The best part of the day so far is that when I was messing around with the new student council members for like an hour and it was fun. Like really fun and holy crap I just realized how hallmark I just sounded............. Wow. That was weird. WAIT this is the best part of the day! I've said some stuff about my best friend Shylin right? Shy? Well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-4049602583623820231?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/4049602583623820231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-post-i-didnt-put-on-like-idiot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/4049602583623820231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/4049602583623820231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-post-i-didnt-put-on-like-idiot.html' title='This is a post I didn&apos;t put on like an idiot.'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-5586386957140345636</id><published>2010-05-05T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:22:55.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD IS ENDING</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those moments where you freak out because you think the worlds going to end? Kayla does like a lot. She cries every once in a while and whines that she doesn't want to die. Who does? Well who does that isn't either crazy or suicidal. Well I read these books The World We Live In, The Dead and Gone, and Life As We Knew It. They were sad and depressing. I mean really. Like the world was ending in the book and now I'm kind of paranoid. Ironic. Kayla used to be the kid who freaks out about dieing and now I'm watching the moon waiting for it to move.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't explain the moon comment, but who wants to read about me? I should tell you to enjoy being blissfully unaware but anyway, in the book the world was outta whack cuz the moon got knocked closer to the earth which caused all kind of chaos and whatnot. You know the usual end of the world crap, all kinds of natural disasters, food becoming scarce, no heat, no electricity, crappy water, diseases, and of course the gas prices are still going up. The only good part is no school but I suppose that gets ruined when the kids start getting home schooled. The books were so sad. A lot of people die too. The book made me mad also because it was so depressing. I could hardly bear to read it and of course they had to add a freakn 'wow I'm in love while I'm a teenager' moments. It's almost as bad as the 'I am your father moments'. I give the book five stars even though I'm not a book reviewer. BEWARE: I DO NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE FOLLOWING MAY NOT BE TRUE IN TE FUTURE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-5586386957140345636?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5586386957140345636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-is-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5586386957140345636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5586386957140345636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/05/world-is-ending.html' title='THE WORLD IS ENDING'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-7410743131331531001</id><published>2010-04-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:17:22.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's gonna be another stupid band trip. Well not really stupid. Actually they are kinda fun but since Mr. Woods (our band director) is like FREAKING out, we are not really looking forward to it. I know, band. Probably sounds really stupid and the first thing in most of your minds are picturing is some geek in a weirdo band uniform. I want to get three things straight 1) Some of the most popular kids in the school are in band and so bands not just for losers. 2) I would rather die than be in some stupid band costume. 3) If your thinking I'm some band geek then if I find out I WILL chop your head off.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, well last band trip we had to go an a bus to go all the way to some town that was like 5 hours away. If you can picture a whole bunch of band students with one or two adults who don't even pay attention to you and the bus driver doesn't care what you do then well you got chaos. Poor us. We were all in the bus playing truth or dare so I am pretty sure you can guess what happens next. We end up having like fifty people making out with each other or licking each other in wrong places and then right then and there I was thanking myself that I said I didn't want to play cuz this really nasty, ugly kid named Jerry was all making out with girls and WORSE. I refuse to say any of what he did cuz all I can think to say is daaaaang that kid likes to jump around like a monkey. It was just GROSS. And before that we got a one (superior) at district and now going to state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-7410743131331531001?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7410743131331531001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-gonna-be-another-stupid-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7410743131331531001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7410743131331531001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-gonna-be-another-stupid-band.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-864800556777473540</id><published>2010-04-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:27:46.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times when I just love that nobody ever reads this blog except me, and this is one of those times. I write a lot as I've told you (myself, who would like to listen to ME rant all the time? I know I'm like totally awesome and all that but seriously?)and I decided since nobody looks on this blog that I would start putting my rough drafts on here. The main character has the same name as me cuz I have a totally awesome name. I write fiction and I am young and eager so why not start writing stories now? Right now? My stuff probably sucks. Well most of it because some of the time my writing sounds really awesome. THIS IS COPYRIGHTED SO IF YOU COPY IT I WILL SUE YOU!!!! All right deep breaths, here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               PROLOGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell Sinclare. Nobody can forget her. All for too many reasons. She lives with the circus for one. She doesn't have an extra head or swallow her fire. Her parents are acrobats. Nobody can forget Annabell because she's so mysterious. The only facts you can get about her is from her parents (Jared Sinclare and Hannah Sinclair).&lt;br /&gt;Her parents will always tell who asks that she can play a couple instruments (guitar, piano, and violin.), she speaks a few languages (Spanish, french, Italian, and a few others), and she's really smart (home schooled but if she was in a regular school she would already be graduated a couple years before and now here age group would be sophomores. She's fifteen years old and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;She had naturally crimped black hair the color of the blackest night. She had pale skin that looks even paler because her shock of black hair. She had rose pink lips and perfect white teeth behind them. She was all five foot seven of curves. She was slim all her life. And last but not least she had the strangest most beautiful eyes. Her eyes were a vibrant violet with sapphire specks in them, her eyes searched and probed with forever lasting insight. She had a simple sense of style but her mother shops for her so she always wears designer labels.&lt;br /&gt;One of the mysteries about Annabell was how her family got all the money they had. Another is how she is never really seen her during the day. Another mystery was her beauty. How did she get so beautiful? A theory that all the crazy vampire believers had was that Annabell was indeed a vampire. That she was immortal and she has collected the money over the years.&lt;br /&gt;They were right, kinda. She was born fifteen years ago and she has grown to a fifteen years old girl. She is a vampire just not the kind you read in books. She gets to age and be normal till she was fifteen then she would have to go to Starcast academy. A vampire academy. A secret kind of academy that only exist in books except it was real. The academy helped them grow. When vampires turn eighteen they can decide if they stop aging or stay the way you are forever........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-864800556777473540?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/864800556777473540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-times-when-i-just-love-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/864800556777473540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/864800556777473540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-are-times-when-i-just-love-that.html' title=''/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-3327722975962561100</id><published>2010-04-14T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:15:23.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shy's dad hates me.</title><content type='html'>Parents always love me. What's not to love? I'm smart, I'm a goodie two shoes (well at least I appear to be), and I have that certian charm. Shy's parents used to love me. I mean they always wanted me over because in their eyes Shylin is the next in the FBI's most wanted. I mean come on is that fair? Sure she cusses behingd their backs, gets bad grades, has a boyfriend thats three years older, smokes, and gets high............... Wow, I am not doing good at explaining this but any way she is awesome. She sticks up for all her friends, shes hilarous, and she tries. Shy cannot possibly be described in one word. Anyway finally Shylins parents see this and so when we ask if we could go to the movies and they finally said yes. She could never really go anywhere and they were expecting her to be completely different for once and be like me. Well behaved. Well after they told her yes and gave us a ride they told her that she could NOT be with her boyfriend at the movie. You can probably guess what we did. Well when we got there she found her boyfriend in one of the last three seats in the movie and she sat down next to him. I sat next to her and some friend of his sat next to me (just to get this straight, this was NOT some double date. That dude was just there. I didn't even know his name!).  Well after that we watched the movie. The movie was Alice in Wonderland. I really didn't like that movie. All me and Shy did was whisper to each other commenting on the movie "That flower looks gyped!" or "Wow, thats a BIG head" or "The white queen looks all stupid with her hands fluttering all over like she wants to TOUCH something!". It was very boring and Shy kept on complaining that Daniel's (her boyfriend. She is obsessed, she won't admitt it though.) phone light was flashing in her eye. She never really touched him. Then what seemed like 5 hours later the movie ended. At the end they kissed (right in front of me GROSS!)and we couldnt get a hold of anyone to pick us up so we left. We walked to her house and later I went home. Today I learned that Shy's dad found out about Daniel and us walking home so he made up a stupid story in his head that Shy and daniel were kissing a lot and cuddling in the back. They only kissed once and it was a peck not the series way he tried accusing Shylin of. Then he tried saying that after the movie when we walked he thought we whent to Daniels house! Then he said since I went along with the stupid thing that he was gonna come over and tell my mom some stupid story about me (a fake story!) to get me in trouble. Then I was furious I mean how was it my fault? Since when can anyone ever tell SHYLIN what to do? Then it all stuck me about how childish that stupid to lie to my mom. I mean why would an adult do that? I have to think hard to get out of this one but hey whats life without a little imagination?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-3327722975962561100?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3327722975962561100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/shys-dad-hates-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3327722975962561100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3327722975962561100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/04/shys-dad-hates-me.html' title='Shy&apos;s dad hates me.'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-5461580645062708705</id><published>2010-03-25T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:28:32.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian gets revenge'/><title type='text'>Christian gets revenge</title><content type='html'>Okay I admit it, I mess with Christian a lot. Once on his birthday, he got a new phone then I texted him saying I was this creepy jerk named Tina Hadamio (I am 99.99% sure I spelled that wrong) and I was all like:&lt;br /&gt;      "I see you through your window!"&lt;br /&gt;and he was like:&lt;br /&gt;      "Who is this?" &lt;br /&gt;and I was like: &lt;br /&gt;      "Your true love Tina!"&lt;br /&gt;and more stuff like that. Don't judge I was young and stupid (I still am. What other exuce to I have?). But God! It was hilarous and is it really my fault he was stupid enough to fall for it? I mean look at the facts! He just got his phone that day! Who would know his number than the people who he gave it to at the party (only me and his cusin Shania. I know it's sad, but agian not my fault)! Also how would she be able to spy on his when his yard has only one tree and no cover? But ya that was one of many times I messed with him. I also manipulate. If I'm bored I'll text him and he will only say "ya" or "o". I mean whats up with that! Come on! So I'll tell him that he's a boring boy for fifteen years old and then he goes "Oh yeah!" then he says or does something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;        Well this time when I pulled the "you are a boring boy" thing on him he messed with me! He told me that he and Angelica were back together. That bothered me!  Seriously I don't like him but I hate false information. I like to snoop and get the truth. He might have been telling the truth and he knew I would cause a whiny hissy fit if I didn't get accurate information and I would make a fool of myself or he would be lying and I would go around telling people that they were together if it wasn't true. Either way I would make a fool of myself! So mean! &lt;br /&gt;        Of course I'm smarter than that. I told Angelica what he said and apparently she was clueless at first then she acted like they were back together. Of course, I had a backup plan: Saphire. This chick is in freshman year and she tells me she doesn't know so I did my last trick. I told Christian that Angelica gave it away! He got all ticked and I was right, he was messing with me! So all that day I earned the right to go "Hahahaha" all day. So rightchous! Nice try, Christian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-5461580645062708705?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/5461580645062708705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/christian-gets-revenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5461580645062708705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/5461580645062708705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/christian-gets-revenge.html' title='Christian gets revenge'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-1773454034216872110</id><published>2010-03-10T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:40:52.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakup</title><content type='html'>Angelica and Christian-the forever lasting couple-finally broke up! I also won the bet with Angelica (the bet was that she and Christian would break up within 3 weeks but that was after like three months of dating. so they were going out for like 4 months). He broke up with her over a text message. He has a heart of stone. I mean COME ON! I would kill him if I were Angelica. Then my friend Shylin went and made it ten times worse on poor Angelica. She told Christian to break up with her and she made me tell her that. Then she made me tell her that she asked Christian out and he said yes. She broke down crying and Angelica does't cry AT ALL. It was crazy. She was all saying how she hated Shylin and that she hated herself. It took me an hour to calm her down. Here is the gist of what I told her:&lt;br /&gt;       "I hate myself! I hate Shylin! I thought she was my friend! Does she hate me that much?"  Angelica said.&lt;br /&gt;       "Do you know what it's like to not like someone at first sight and when you only hate that person more when you get to know them?" I said. She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;       "Well than what if you didn't like that person but you were forced to have to get along no matter how much they annoy you? Would you like that?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;       "Well whats so bad about me?" She retorted.&lt;br /&gt;       "It's not you really, it's just that your not her type of person. You can't blamb yourself for being you." I told her.&lt;br /&gt;       "It's going to be all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-1773454034216872110?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/1773454034216872110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/breakup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1773454034216872110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/1773454034216872110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/breakup.html' title='breakup'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-7137279191492614098</id><published>2010-03-08T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:04:51.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Vamps Assistant'/><title type='text'>The vampires assistant</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched The Vampires Assistant? Its an awesome movie and the book is great too, but when I watched the movie I realized what a sucky life almost everybody else has. We don't get to be the cool Vampires or Witches. That would be cool if that happened, like one day you woke up with a super hero with awesome powers. I am going to write a book like that one day, awesome and nonfiction. One day Annabell Sinclare will be the name on all kinds of cool books. I can't wait for that day. Ya, and people will be all sad that they can't be a super hero. It's so not fair!&lt;br /&gt;                            bye bye,&lt;br /&gt;                                annabell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-7137279191492614098?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/7137279191492614098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-watched-vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7137279191492614098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/7137279191492614098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/have-you-ever-watched-vampires.html' title='The vampires assistant'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-3115929892095569865</id><published>2010-03-06T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:30:17.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelica and Christian</title><content type='html'>My friends Angelica and Christian are going out. Is it awkward? At times, and always when they kiss. Do you know what its like to always be near a couple who are like one. I really mean it! They are never apart really. They are always together and they always make me want to barf. I mean come on! I do admitt that Angelica is way more clingy. They have been going out for like a month and she ALREADY tells him that she loves him. He isn't really surprised that she says that because he has an insane theory that everyone loves him. Christian is well different. He plays basketball and he has a lot of friends but he is also insanely funny and cool and also my oldest friend. Angelica is a mystery to me sometimes. She acts way different around different people and she is really sarcastic but she is nice. Angelica is also insanely clingy. If you went up to her and asked were Christian is she couldve said "He is using the restroom in the downstairs bathroom at his friend Jamal's house" or even "He's looking at the clothes at target in Denver and he likes this one South Pole shirt............". She would know. She always text messages him and she's my friend but it's getting annoying. &lt;br /&gt;         Christian on the other hand................... Christian kinda gets annoyed by this also. At least he sees sense unlike his lovestruck girlfriend. He says that he likes her a lot but he needs space. In a way it's really funny. Christian has went out with weird people like Sierra, (she is such a jerk on ice) and this girl named Amy(she was decent but she had a major starring problem) and he dumped them as soon as he found out he didn't like going out with them and he doesn't do that to Angelica. He knows that she's crazy about him and he doesn't want to hurt her feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I give her a week, give or take a few days.&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                       Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;                              Annabell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1432549543872827059-3115929892095569865?l=annabellhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/feeds/3115929892095569865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/angelica-and-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3115929892095569865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1432549543872827059/posts/default/3115929892095569865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annabellhope.blogspot.com/2010/03/angelica-and-christian.html' title='Angelica and Christian'/><author><name>annabellhope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802590227870039691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oRM37dA2UvU/TCcb-ynh24I/AAAAAAAAACM/XNElK0LbwAA/S220/836e973a6f730a8a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432549543872827059.post-6577336338133785238</id><published>2010-03-05T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:32:21.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My family</title><content type='html'>Well hi. My name is Annabell Sinclare. I have a very weird life. First let me go over the usual stuff. I have three sisters Kayla, Nellie, and Alissa. Kayla is a total BRAT, ask anyone who knows her. She is EVIL. Translation: She has major issues with all people, shes more of an animal person. She hates on people and is always fighting with her poor, unfortunate friends. How are they poor and unfortunate? They have to be friends with her. She has a lot of trouble making friends but at least she likes animals otherwise she couldn't talk to anyone. I didn't say animals like her so basically the only friend she has is her overweight cat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pachez&lt;/span&gt; and i still don't think the cat likes her. The reason she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stickes&lt;/span&gt; around? So she has enough food to be overweight. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; Kayla for you.&lt;br /&gt;                            Nellie is my favorite sister. She is sweet and crazy ( being crazy isn't that bad of a trait if you think about it; you have a lot of friends and you could be very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt;). She has a lot of friends and loves sports. Kayla does too but not the way Nellie does. Nellie plays every sport she can. Shes only 8 and she has played soccer, baseball, basketball, and all the boardgames you could think of. Ya she plays a lot of boardgames. You name it, (monopoly, sorry, operation, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.) she has it. I love her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;                          Allissa is only four so she isn't that complicated..................Who am i kidding the kid is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;! She throws major &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fits if she doesn't get what she wants and she wants a lot of things. She is also in her biting phase and I like to stay away from her if I can help it. You would too she bites HARD. Anyway I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;                        My parents? My mom is well an angry person and I don't know my dad but i do have a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step dad&lt;/span&gt;. My mom is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;demanding&lt;/span&gt;. I have to be the best or I may have well failed completely. I cannot please that woman. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step dad&lt;/span&gt; is Andy. I really don't like him. He acts like a total moron and usually I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; the company of a total moron. He's not a cool moron, he's the like "I wanna mess you up" moron. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;                       Me? Well I'm a person who does not fit in with my family or my friends. I know I sound like every kid on the freaking planet but its true. All my friend are book haters and I hate to say it but almost all of them is dumb. I'm a book reader (I mean like if there was a 'who could read the most books in a month' contest I would win) and I am also very smart. Is that enough for my mom? Nope, I don't play sports. I would fall flat on my face every time I would attempt to make a shot or make a goal or make a basket. I am not a sports person and my mother likes sports people. Okay i really should quite hating on my mother. I also like to write but who doesn't? A lot of people. 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