<?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-25533383</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:34:28.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanna's blog (which Dad can read lol)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115913239898501251</id><published>2006-09-24T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:14:20.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort food really isn't.</title><content type='html'>I don't get comfort food. It doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can work out, you feel awful so have chocolate/ice cream/fill in favourite food. Which is supposed to make you feel better. But surely you can't feel better cos you've eaten really unhealthy rubbish. So you now feel just as awful as before and worse because you feel fat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing something?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115913239898501251?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115913239898501251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115913239898501251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115913239898501251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115913239898501251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/09/comfort-food-really-isnt.html' title='Comfort food really isn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115635935088318595</id><published>2006-08-23T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:55:50.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RAR!!! I'm an emu!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Um... yeah. That's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115635935088318595?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115635935088318595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115635935088318595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115635935088318595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115635935088318595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/08/rar-im-emu.html' title='RAR!!! I&apos;m an emu!!!!!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115438107646123014</id><published>2006-07-31T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:24:36.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>115 pass!</title><content type='html'>Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flute exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher texted me today telling me she'd got the results (yes my piano teacher, I do flute in my piano lessons lol) and I've got 115 which means I passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember right I think it's a really low pass but considering I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if I'd failed, YEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115438107646123014?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115438107646123014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115438107646123014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115438107646123014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115438107646123014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/115-pass.html' title='115 pass!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115420265477038963</id><published>2006-07-29T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:50:54.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird List So Far...</title><content type='html'>My list of birds which I've had in my garden that make Dad so jealous he wants to shoot me (but he doesn't 'cos I'm cute and pretty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Lesser Spotted Woodpecker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Kestrel (well possibly, it was behind a tree but I'm pretty sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Tree Creeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115420265477038963?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115420265477038963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115420265477038963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115420265477038963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115420265477038963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/bird-list-so-far.html' title='Bird List So Far...'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115403771020065684</id><published>2006-07-27T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:01:50.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest! (I'm nearly done now, promise...)</title><content type='html'>Woke up Sunday morning when Lilly's parents said bye. Went to sleep. Woke up again later. Went to sleep. Woke up again later, thought 'um... hang on, weren't we gona go to that thing in the park today?? Ah well, too late now', went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eventually we both got up and organised some breakfast. Yeah it was lunch time but that's not the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the rest of Sunday consisted of... watching tv, going on MSN, watching tv, making lunch or tea or some meal of some sort (it was proper in case you're wondering, we had baked potatoes with salad and beans and sweetcorn and lots of cheese! I like cheese), watching tv and going on MSN. Oh and we played on the playstation for a bit too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, woke up when phone rang, went back to sleep, woke up later, went back to sleep, woke up later and thought 'I really have to get up'. Went back to sleep. Woke up later and actually got up, Lilly was still asleep so I went downstairs and cleared up the mess we made the day before. Considering I don't know her house I think I did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Lilly got up and we went on MSN to ask people to go into town with us at somepoint. The next bus was at 1.15 (ahem... well it was about 11.30 when we got up and 12 by the time we checked the buses...) and we got a total of.... 0 people to go with us :D eventually we got Hannah to come with though. I'm still not sure if that's a good thing. She's mental. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into town, looked around, sat in the park, came back to Li's house, went on MSN, dyed my hair, had a face mask thing (which apparently I was allergic to 'cos now my face went horrible and I'm ugly. 'Cept it's nearly better now.) and we went to bed. Quite lateish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up on Tuesday about 12 (after the waking up, going to sleep, waking up... etc), went downstairs, stared a Li 'til she woke up (she was on the sofa for some reason), we cleared up the kitchen again and about 12.30 her parents came home. So we figured we ought to get dressed. And... yeah, that's it. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... there ya go. My wonderful story now finished :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from me :D xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115403771020065684?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115403771020065684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115403771020065684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115403771020065684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115403771020065684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/rest-im-nearly-done-now-promise.html' title='The rest! (I&apos;m nearly done now, promise...)'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115395045950240208</id><published>2006-07-26T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:30:46.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! Woke up again and it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it wasn't quite like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the noise of three small people messing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts: 'What time is it? WHAT?!? 6.30?!? You're &lt;em&gt;joking&lt;/em&gt;?! Zzzzz...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I woke up just about every 10 minutes when 1 of the following happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Someone dropped something on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Someone stood on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eleanor hit me to get my attention so she could ask me if the cats have been fed. (&lt;em&gt;How should &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; know&lt;/em&gt;?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually mum came in the tent to wake me up (little people had left by now) and she told me everyone was having breakfast. I think I did quite well actually. I got to the front of the tent, got most of me out of the tent and collapsed on the grass. I'm not what you'd call a morning person. At some point, one of the breakfasters (they were eating outside) saw me and said, 'oh, Rosie's up.' Ahem... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lay there for a bit. Eleanor came over and said she'd jump on me if I didn't get up (then changed her mind and ran off). Then a few minutes later, Dan came and put a present on my head. So I shifted then. I managed about 5 minutes before the dreaded and far too familier call of... 'Rosie! Catch us!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loving response was somewhere along the lines of 'No chance! Get Dan to chase you!' Well it was far too early. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm gona skip roughly through the day 'cos the rest isn't all that interesting until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed in my cool new skirt (black! Yey! I love black.) from Aunty Sarah and Uncle Will and mum's black top then decided to have a rainbow theme so wore my rainbow belt, rainbow earrings, rainbow bobbles in my hair and I painted my nails all rainbow colours. I also wore my ACE badge :D (Thank you Dad!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next interesting part... hm... Oh I rang Dad. Can't actually remember why but ah well. Oh yeah!!! To boast about the tree creeper I just saw in my garden :D :D :D Tee hee hee. Then we talked for ages and it ended up Dad trying to help me convince Aunty Sue to stay for lunch. Dad helped by putting his order in. Aunty Sue had a lot to eat for him. It worked though, she stayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... fast forward... Ok, about 3.45. Hannah is dying her hair again in my bathroom 'cos it didn't work right before and I'm doing my nails. Kim's birthday party is a 4 o'clock and idealy we would leave at about 3.50. Hannah had a trauma with her hair and we ran across to her house to fetch something (she lives next door but one by the way) and she finished her hair there. At about... hm... 3.55 I thought 'arrrrrrrrrgh!!!!!! Got to get a bag ready for Lianne's house!!!!! I'm gona be there 'til Tuesday and I've got nothing ready!!!!!! Arrrrrrrrgh!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran back home and threw some stuff together, Hannah was home and she fixed her hair up, and somehow we got to Kim's house by about 4.15. Yey. Kim's party was pretty fun. Not good enough to write about though except the end. Just as people were waiting outside for parents, we were all hugging each other etc and Rob hugged me, lost his balance and we both fell over. I hit my head :( on the concrete :( it hurt :( a lot. I went really dizzy and all sorts. It was... interesting. So... I was kinda pulled upright and Kim's mum came and checked I was okey. I couldn't quite walk in a straight line but I managed lol. I got my stuff from inside and got in the car (Lilly's mum was there by now and she was taking me to their house) and giggled for a bit. I had to go home first so I quickly said hi to mum and pap and told them what happened and then went off to Lilly's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got there, quick chat in the living room, me and Lilly went upstairs and got ready for bed, sat in bed and talked. For ages. Lol. Eventually we decided it was getting pretty late so we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the start of my being a sensible friend. Next time we woke up we'd have responsibility and stuff because her parents were going away in the morning until Tuesday and we were gona be all on our own...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115395045950240208?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115395045950240208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115395045950240208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115395045950240208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115395045950240208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/rest-of-saturday.html' title='The rest of Saturday!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115386693006558739</id><published>2006-07-25T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:35:31.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!!!!!!! My birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I woke up at 2.15. Yes I really meant morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault, if you've read the previous entry then you'll know there were bound to be a load of drunk adults coming back to our house at some point. Apparently about 2.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dug out my phone from under my pillow (what? I love my phone!) and I texted mum. Then I texted her again. Then I remembered her phone was on silent. So I texted pap. Aha! I can hear him telling everyone.  And we texted each other a few times and eventually I asked if i could come outside. Now Uncle Will had been sat on the back door step (and if you remember, I was in the tent in the back garden) and as I was texting pap, he joined Uncle Will on the step. When I texted him asking if I could come and say hi, he told Uncle Will who called lovingly to me 'No you can't. If you do I'll put your head in a bucket of water. Until the bubbles stop.' I don't think he meant it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I stuck my head out from under the tent door as Aunty Sarah came outside. She saw me and said 'is that Eleanor?' She was told no, it's Rosie. She then said to pap, 'she'll be 16 tomorrow!' and pap said, 'she is 16, it is tomorrow.' So Aunty Sarah ran across to me and dragged me out the tent but I said, 'no, I can't come out because Uncle Will will drown me!' Aunty Sarah said 'no he wont, come on!' and dragged me inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sang Happy Birthday :D and I got to open my prezzies at stupid o'clock :D yey. It was so fun. I got some really ace things. Including...... A HUGE BADGE THAT SAID 16 ON IT WHICH I REALLY WANTED!!!!! YEY!!!!!!!!!! Ahem... thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all sorts of other wonderful stuff which I may talk about some other time but right now I really can't be bothered because I'd have to go into BIG detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went back to bed at 3. Dan had woken up so I talked to him for a little bit, stuck my iPod on Bruce Springsteen and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There's still more to be added later!!! I've got to get all the way through to Tuesday yet!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115386693006558739?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115386693006558739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115386693006558739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115386693006558739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115386693006558739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115386482353351121</id><published>2006-07-25T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:00:23.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>There was a ball Friday night and my mother rounded up a load of friends to go with her and pap. Most of them live on our street but some don't and the ones who don't, stayed at our house. That's Aunty Sarah and Uncle Will, Jo and Andy and Aunty Sue. Aunty Sarah and Uncle Will brought my cousins, Eleanor and Charlotte, with them and I babysat them and my brother (Dan). That was fun. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me to get tea ready for us four for half 6 'because that's when they'll get here'. So they got here at about 6.45 by which time I had turned to oven off so I wouldn't burn the pizza. When they got here I gave everyone a chance to say hi etc before I put the oven back on to reheat the pizza and then I figured 5 mins would do it. So I forgot about it and burnt it. Ah well, it was still edible. Mostly. Just before we started eating all 'them lot' went out down to 'Ye Olde Bell' (where the ball was) so from then on... I was on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Charlotte is 6, Eleanor is 8 and Dan is 11? Ah good, I didn't think so. So yeah, they're old enough to be clever enough and young enough to be annoying enough. Fun(!) Nah I love them really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yes. We got through tea. As we were finishing my friend Hannah came round because we were gona play at dying her hair at some point. So I got Dan to clear the table and me and Hannah went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rose!' (That's Dan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I dropped my bottle and it smashed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah. Um... Well don't let anyone outside' (we ate outside) 'and I'll be there in a minute to sort it out...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sorted out Hannah to a point where I could leave her for a bit and I went downstairs to sort out the glass. He made quite a good job of it. I swept up what I could and banned them from that part of the garden. They carried on playing and I went back to Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 mins later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh!!! They need to get ready for bed (I'll point out now that we were gona sleep in a tent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hannah, can you manage for a little bit??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, sure.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run downstairs... locate little people, tell them to get ready for bed, tell them again to get ready for bed, 'Daniel if you don't turn that computer off I'll take away the power lead' (a better threat than it sounds, the battery's dead on this silly machine), you know, that kinda thing. Then I had to organise the tent because she wants to go there and she wants to be next to Dan and I have to be in the middle because 'then we both get to go next to you', oh wow thanks. Ahem... Note enthusiasm, I thought I'd point it out because it's not all that easy to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is doing really well considering. I helped her for a bit then went back down to put everyone back in the tent. Oh wait.. hang on... oh gods, they've not cleaned their teeth... Ok, everyone back upstairs. Clean teeth, wash faces, go back into the tent. It's about 10.00 by now by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Hannah. Again. Who has nearly finished. I have helped her a bit. Just perhaps not as well as I could have... I managed to stay until she was finished this time then she had to go home. I let her out then went back up to sort out my bathroom. My shower had quite a lot of hair dye in it... As I was cleaning it I heard little feet come upstairs. Looked out my room. Eleanor was just joining Dan and Charlotte in Dan's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ahem... What are you doing??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're getting books to read in case we wake up in the night and can't sleep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go to bed!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But I like to read before I go to sleep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* (I'm too soft) 'Fine ONE book each, now back to the tent! I'll come down in a few minutes to tell you to stop reading.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back down to the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished in my bathroom. Came downstairs to start sorting out the house. Started sorting out the house. It was basically the living room, dining room and kitchen which needed... attention. Little people had attacked the living room, big people had attacked the dining room and EVERYONE had attacked the kitchen. So I started in the living room, then went through to the dining room, then left the horrible kitchen 'til last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somepoint through that, I went through to the tent to get changed and tell them 3 to go to sleep. And I got stuck in some wonderful conversation which I wont traumastise you with. I'm thinking it's about 11 o'clock by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the house. Started on the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The door is open and I can hear you, you know.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go to sleep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to sorting the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished about quarter to 12. Went out to the tent. They're asleep!!!!!!!!!!! Fell over. Texted mum and pap essential points (don't go near the table, there's glass, etc). Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry, there's more to come...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115386482353351121?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115386482353351121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115386482353351121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115386482353351121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115386482353351121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115325634427580752</id><published>2006-07-18T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:59:04.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT NOTICE</title><content type='html'>EVERYONE HAS TO LOOK AT DAD'S BIRD BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ESSENTIAL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Very important.&lt;br /&gt;The world has to see this.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the world doesn't read my blog but I'm trying!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's here: &lt;a href="http://ornitolog-lyubityel.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ornitolog-lyubityel.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case it's updated before this is read by anyone then I'm talking about the 'In the garden' entry.&lt;br /&gt;Please go look!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115325634427580752?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115325634427580752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115325634427580752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115325634427580752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115325634427580752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/important-notice.html' title='IMPORTANT NOTICE'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115261108292036708</id><published>2006-07-11T10:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:44:42.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensible? Me???</title><content type='html'>Ok, recent text from my wonderful friend Lianne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, my mum and dad are goin away 4 a few days and said i can stay at home if sum1 sensible wil stay with me. Wud u b up 4 it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'd like you to know that despite the spelling, which doesn't matter much because it's a text, this is a huge improvement from usual because she actually has punctuation which is new for her. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I showed that to mum who said something along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Um... er... well... oh... um... when?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, with a terrified look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When?!?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me some dates and that and basically it's 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point being... I'm Lilly's sensible friend!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115261108292036708?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115261108292036708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115261108292036708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115261108292036708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115261108292036708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/sensible-me.html' title='Sensible? Me???'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115213229144119606</id><published>2006-07-05T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:48:50.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee hee hee</title><content type='html'>Hey dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 17 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from me xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115213229144119606?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115213229144119606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115213229144119606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115213229144119606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115213229144119606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/07/tee-hee-hee.html' title='Tee hee hee'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115159624221403241</id><published>2006-06-29T16:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:45:19.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the age restriction on love?</title><content type='html'>Two people at school who I know (they used to be my best friends but yeah, another story) are in love. They must be. There's no other way to put it. They're 16. And it's generally ok and accepted because they're together and happy etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about being heartbroken? I also know people at school, aged 15/16 , who are in love with someone who &lt;u&gt;doesn't&lt;/u&gt; love them back and they really are heartbroken. Hang on, that can't be right? 15? And heartbroken? No! It's just a teenage crush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question is; what's the age restriction on love? How old do you have to be, to be allowed to be in love? (How many 'to be's?) 16, like my first example? 14 like some I've known? Or 20+ as implied in my second example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. You can have geniuses aged 6, yeah? And it's pretty much fact that (fill in applying name here) is a genius. But surely in life you get more people in love than are geniuses. I would have thought that the rare geniuses are important enough to have to wait to a certain age and be good enough at that age to be proved genius. Geniuses aged 6 so why not love at 15? So I've not explained that part well but it just doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone answer my question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the age restriction on love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115159624221403241?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115159624221403241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115159624221403241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115159624221403241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115159624221403241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-age-restriction-on-love.html' title='What&apos;s the age restriction on love?'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115153079818977039</id><published>2006-06-28T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:44:28.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Subtle, yeah? The title I mean. I didn't know what to put 'cos it could be 'YEY!!!!!!!!! Everything's ace!!!!!!!' Or it could be 'OH MY GODS! I have SOOOOOOO failed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yey, everything's ace part is 'cos I've finished all my GCSEs and I'm FREEEEEE!!! :D Which is kinda snazzy. Had my last exam today which was a Maths re-sit... ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, Mum got a letter through the post about my re-sit (which I really, honestly thought I'd told her about - but apparently didn't) and when I came home I got the loving call of: 'Rosie!!! What's this about you re-sitting a Maths exam?!?!' She wasn't exactly what you'd call pleased. My response, 'Oh, I thought I told you about that?'&lt;br /&gt;'No!'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I got an A instead of an A star.' (Would have put a little star instead of writing 'star' but the computer gets stroppy so I can't.)&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. Well... Ok then. That's alright.'&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry Mum.' Lol. Well I thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- ...Maths re-sit and that went pretty well. I don't get exams nerves for written papers and I'm already guaranteed an A so I can't really go wrong there. :D (big grin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then… the: oh my gods I’ve soooo failed thing. Out of all the possibly life changing GCSEs I’ve just done over the last few weeks the only exam that's actually worried me was my flute one. Which was also today. And the really bad thing is, apparently I was right to be worried. I did bad. Well, in my defence, I've been playing for a year and a half ish and Claire (my teacher) put me in for grade 3!! Now it's not too bad because I can do general music 'cos I do piano etc and the pieces were actually pretty easy (though I probably could have practised more... ahem...) but the scales... Well... I know no one likes scales 'cos they're evil but I really actually do like them on piano. They make sense. Flute? No idea! They're only mildly in order and the high notes are impossible to play! As proven by me. In the exam. Several times. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my pieces went wrong. And my scales went really wrong. And the he said 'chromatic scale starting on F' and I thought something along the lines of 'HUH??? I FORGOT ABOUT THAT ONE!!!' I managed to go all the way up but half way down I got stuck and said 'Sorry, I have no idea'. Um... oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Well... yeah... So... It could have gone better. Mind you, it could have gone much worse. The singing part was good, the clapping the rhythm was good, describing what the examiner was playing was easy. Just the main parts that went tragically. Ah well. I'll stick to piano. It's much more fun and suprisingly easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. If anything in this entry looks really dodgy it's 'cos my computer is bullying me and won't play properly. It's taken me half an hour (after writing it) to publish this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115153079818977039?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115153079818977039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115153079818977039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115153079818977039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115153079818977039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/06/aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.html' title='AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115057375914662309</id><published>2006-06-17T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:49:19.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles!</title><content type='html'>Yey! I found how to put titles on my blog entries now. Amazingly enough I found it in the '? Help' thing under 'How do I create a title for my post?'. Ahem... Thank you Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin sehr doof!!!&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115057375914662309?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115057375914662309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115057375914662309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115057375914662309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115057375914662309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/06/titles.html' title='Titles!'/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-115031813763441608</id><published>2006-06-14T21:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:34:57.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The MAIN 2 parenting phrases are:&lt;br /&gt;1) We know, we've been there and been through it all.&lt;br /&gt;2) It was so much different when I was your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok maybe if I'm ever a parent I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 'til then I'll stick with HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. Parents can go on for hours about all the stereotypical annoyances about teenagers (i.e. they're moody, lazy...) and that's fine and acceptable, but if any of these teenagers dare to make even a tiny little tiny tiny point about an annoying thing about parents in general... it's simple. You're dead. If you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... innocent teenage ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Ahem... Love you Dad... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-115031813763441608?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/115031813763441608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=115031813763441608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115031813763441608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/115031813763441608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/06/parents-ok_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114994940923399099</id><published>2006-06-10T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:23:29.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, these are my proper pics from the prom. The proper professional ones :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how good they'll look 'cos I've scanned them into my puter and they're a bit dodgy but hey.&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114994940923399099?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114994940923399099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114994940923399099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114994940923399099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114994940923399099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-these-are-my-proper-pics-from-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114832618992257945</id><published>2006-05-22T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:37:59.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROM!!!!!!!! YEY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night was my year 11 prom. How ace is that!?!?!? Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tee hee was sooo fun. Started off by racing to the hairdressers after school 'cos I only had 10 mins to get there. It then took just over an hour and a half to curl my hair with a little pretty braid in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nearly had a catastrophe!!! The person who did my hair last time (Julie) had rung me the day before to say she'd get there late 'cos her dog was poorly and she had to wait for her husband to get home to look after the dog etc, so someone else was going to start off my hair. Washing it and whatever. So yeah, this nice person washed my hair and dried it. As she was drying it, the hairdresser next to her asked 'are you curling her hair like this?' (meaning the person who's hair she was curling) and my current hairdresser (sorry, I have no names lol) replied 'no, I'm not curling it because I've not done curling yet'. I was just sat there quite happy, you know, just daydreaming for a while. Then when she’d finished drying my hair she went off (I assume to find someone to start curling it) and came back and told me ‘um… someone will be here in a couple of minutes to start curling you hair… um…’ Didn’t sound overly reassuring but hey. Then she went away again and came back and started curling my hair. This being the person who 10 minutes ago said she’d never done curling hair before. Um… HUH?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!? I’m not a very forward person with people I don’t know so I just stayed there and panicked quietly inside my head lol. Then someone else came over and she carried on doing my hair. The first person was watching and as my hair was curled she was saying ‘no, Julie did it the other way, that’s wrong’. The reply? ‘Oh… Well I’ll just do it this way’. WHAT?!?! GETTING WORSE AND WORSE!!! Thank gods she only had about 2 minutes destroying my head until Julie came back. She, very subtly, straightened out what the other person had (painfully, literally – not just in my head lol) curled and started again lol. –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hair catastrophe over… after quickly showing friends at mum’s work, next stop……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing home ‘cos oh my gods I’m gona be late!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 5.15, I have to be at Lilly’s house in about an hour!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, race home, have a wash, do make-up, loose lip gloss, tip out entire school bag looking for lip gloss, realise took lip gloss out of bag this morning, feel stupid, find lip gloss on desk and sort out, ask mum if make-up is ok, told it looks fine, but hurry up!, get dress on, try to straighten dress, get mum to try to straighten dress, take off dress, cut something out of dress, put dress back on, realise still not straight but it is much comfier, figure will deal with dress how it is, it’s not too bad, then jewellery, throw necessary stuff in bag and run downstairs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…to the sound of mum getting mad at pap for not charging camera ‘…and now it’s run out of battery and she’s not got a camera!!’ Compromised by taking pap’s phone which has brill camera on it. Ok. So far so good. Near enough. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next… Lilly’s house. Got there a bit late but wasn’t last there so it’s okey. Last person there was Rachel. Her car went past the house and down the street to park and after 10 mins someone went to look for her. Apparently in the car the zip on her dress broke so her mum and her brother were there putting her dress back together with safety pins lol. It looked fine though because they fixed it eventually and it was all wonderful and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got in the limo which was really quite snazzy. Apart from the choice of music but we had to deal (Now 2005, yey(!)). Anyway Rachel broke it all trying to change the track so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I found some more of my friends, one of which was Maddy. And gods she looked gorgeous! I have to say, and not just ‘cos she’s my friend, she was the prettiest girl there. It was amazing because she’s absolutely mad, you’ll always see her running around school being stupid and she was there with her hair done and her make-up done and a gorgeous dress and wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside and there was the meal and everything and then the interesting part of……… dancing!! Lol. Which I refused to do at first. Well it was really, really bad music. I went outside eventually ‘cos I got fed up of the music but then Jordan came out and said ’99 red balloons is on’, and I went ‘WOW!!!!!’ and ran back in and didn’t really stop dancing until the end after that. Even danced with a guy for a slow song. Ok, so I went over to a table of guys, sat down and said, ‘right, who’s gona dance with me then’. It was funny ‘cos I think I scared them ‘cos they’re all pretty shy and I’m usually quite shy too so no one answered ‘cept Richard who said he was too tired. So I said ‘Craig, come dance with me’ and he did, bless him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some pictures which I’ll attach at the bottom of this post and I also got 2 proper pics done which I’ll get in about and week and I’ll put them on here too. Lol, ‘cos everyone in the world has to know ‘cos it was ACE! BEST SCHOOL DISCO EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/Mads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/320/Mads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; That's my gorgeous lil Mads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/Me%20Mads%20and%20Emma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/320/Me%20Mads%20and%20Emma.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Then that's Mads (again), Emma and me on the end. I'm looking a bit... stupid there... but it's the best I could find. I'll keep searching. Someone must have got a good pic of me somewhere lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/Me%20Mads%20and%20Emma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/Me%20Mads%20and%20Emma.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that'll do for now. If I do find any more decent pics I'll add 'em on.&lt;br /&gt;Byeee xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114832618992257945?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114832618992257945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114832618992257945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114832618992257945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114832618992257945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/05/prom-yey-thursday-night-was-my-year-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114720299217513957</id><published>2006-05-09T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:29:52.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Du bist ein Kartoffel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114720299217513957?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114720299217513957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114720299217513957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114720299217513957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114720299217513957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/05/du-bist-ein-kartoffel.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114643635707203307</id><published>2006-04-30T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:32:37.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrrgh I'm sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.22pm.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I'm babysitting.&lt;br /&gt;And d'you know what's funny? I'm babysitting next door so the dudes who live here can go to the party next door! i.e. MY HOUSE. Well I s'pose Mum would have banished me anyway. At least this way I'm getting money for being banished. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My bed is next door :(&lt;br /&gt;I want my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really quite tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bored too. This is the 4th entry I've put on here tonight. On account of being so bored. Arrrrgh my head hurts. Probably 'cos I've been staring at my computer for the last 3 hours. And 'cos I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;...zzzzz.....zzzzz.....zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Ok how many people have you seen with zeds coming out of their head while sleeping?? (Apart from Tasha...) Where has that come from?!? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;...zzzzz.....zzzzz.....zzzzz....&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep :(&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy? Anyone? No? Please? Oh well *sighs* I'll just sit here all own my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods I'm stupid lol.&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee it's 11.28 now. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114643635707203307?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114643635707203307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114643635707203307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643635707203307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643635707203307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrrrgh-im-sooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114643456079639258</id><published>2006-04-30T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:02:40.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Conversation with Pap:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You should look at Dad's blog, it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Pap: Ok [You know, in that dismissive, just getting her to shut up way]. I don't really have time for a diary.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's not a diary.&lt;br /&gt;Pap: It's where you write about what you've done in the day isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not exactly...&lt;br /&gt;[etc... conversation faded into talking about something else...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: [Going downstaris and seeing Pap at his computer creating a blog] Oh you've got a blog then?&lt;br /&gt;Pap: Yes, I have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thought you've 'not got time for a diary'? *smug grin*&lt;br /&gt;Pap: Thought 'it's not a diary'. *smugger grin* And anyway look at this... [proves from the blogger homepage that a blog is a diary]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well... fine. *sulks* *gets over it*&lt;br /&gt;[etc etc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Later that day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh you're on your blog again?&lt;br /&gt;Pap: Yes, I have this idea.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok. But you've not got time for it though?&lt;br /&gt;Pap: Oh no, definately not. [Note sarcasm in case you didn't, I'm just being fair lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically point being, lol! Tee hee I win. I don't know how or what but yey. Meh it was just funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe you had to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114643456079639258?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114643456079639258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114643456079639258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643456079639258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643456079639258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/conversation-with-pap-me-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114643378585701550</id><published>2006-04-30T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:49:45.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so Dad is biggest pedant currently known to existance. Agreed? Well at least known to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And I've found two grammatical errors on his blog so far. Tee hee. And I'll keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For reference...&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;Blog post: 'Let's get the pedantries over and done with...'&lt;br /&gt;Error: 'The ulitmate sin, in my eyes - though I'm open persuasion otherwise - is "Proactive".'&lt;br /&gt;My kind correction: '... open TO persuasion...'&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;Blog post: 'The Joys of Spring!'&lt;br /&gt;Error: ' “Well, at least your getting all the rubbish out and the lawn won’t die this year.” '&lt;br /&gt;My kind correction: '... at least YOU'RE getting all the...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee, shame on you Dad :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this is me being very un-forward sounding.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. un-forward isn't a word is it. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114643378585701550?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114643378585701550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114643378585701550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643378585701550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643378585701550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-so-dad-is-biggest-pedant-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114643234300544712</id><published>2006-04-30T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:25:43.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH - MY - GODS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate celery. Ok a piece about a mm square but I am soooooo ashamed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona cry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I did it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even as bad as I expected.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I didn't expect it to be edible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gods. I ate celery.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona die.&lt;br /&gt;No really. I am.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm sorry Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114643234300544712?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114643234300544712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114643234300544712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643234300544712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114643234300544712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-gods-i-ate-celery.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114599633516473300</id><published>2006-04-25T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:22:29.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, guess what! *people reading say 'what?'*&lt;br /&gt;Ok random trail of thought just quickly, people &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; guess do they?!&lt;br /&gt;Person: 'Guess what'&lt;br /&gt;Other person: 'What?'&lt;br /&gt;Person: 'No, guess!'&lt;br /&gt;Other person: 'I don't know!' (I'm a dog! - sorry) (tee hee, 'aaaare yooooou happywithyourwash?' ahem... anyway)&lt;br /&gt;Person: 'You haven't even tried!' etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway...&lt;/em&gt; Hey, guess what! *People reading are too confused and say 'what?'*&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot... um... Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through a random list of blogs, looking where people are from and I noticed someone from... Ljubljana! Lol, I just thought it was coooool.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, to anyone who is reading and is not dad (probably due to wonderful pic :D), my blog is still aimed at dad and therefore may not make sense to anyone else. Ok thinking about it, it may not make sense to dad but hey.)&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done now. I think. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;And Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't help it! I've got it all in my head now!&lt;br /&gt;'It's not a pia(r)no! It's a clarinart! You wierd talking person...'&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... ok I really should go now...&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114599633516473300?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114599633516473300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114599633516473300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114599633516473300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114599633516473300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-guess-what-people-reading-say-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114591345852471426</id><published>2006-04-24T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:17:38.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/1600/scan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/46/2670/320/scan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There ya go dudes, what d'you think?? It's great isn't it :D &lt;&lt; that's my big, 'I'm gona die when dad next sees me' grin.&lt;br /&gt;   I love you dad. Really. Lots. I promise. Tee hee. Ahem... *radiating innocence*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114591345852471426?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114591345852471426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114591345852471426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114591345852471426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114591345852471426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-ya-go-dudes-what-dyou-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114547307454040325</id><published>2006-04-19T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:57:54.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;   Went to clumber the other day, which I hear you (dad) knows already as, apparently, Julie's mum saw me. Obviously I, being my usual observant self, was completely oblivious (look at all them big words :D). Anyway, point being, we saw this dude feed a squirrel and it ran right up his leg!!! (Hence the 'WOW!!!') Isn't that ace!!! Need to feed squirrels at clumber sometime...&lt;br /&gt;   Speaking of which, we need to go to wetlands dad!!! Baby animals!!! And emus lol. I love feeding the emus. They're funny. And the mark has gone from last time now. But baby wallabies! How sweet is that!?!&lt;br /&gt;   Hm... Just read through that, quite a few exclamation marks there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114547307454040325?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114547307454040325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114547307454040325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114547307454040325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114547307454040325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/wow-went-to-clumber-other-day-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25533383.post-114467103737443435</id><published>2006-04-10T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:10:37.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Dad. I don't know what to write and I'm pretty sure you're the only person who's gona read this so hi. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm sat at school FREEZING 'cos it's HOLIDAYS and I have to come finish some science stuff and there is no heating at all 'cos it's HOLIDAYS and people shouldn't be here. Which is not fair. It's cold.&lt;br /&gt;   I was gona say something and I can't remember now... um... arrrgh... can't remember... am totally stupid... and cold... um... oh yeah! MUM SAID PROACTIVE! She told me to be proactive! Lol. I thought you might find that amusing. I did, which is bad 'cos she was being really serious at the time and I had to not laugh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;   Was gona say something else... have the memory of something with a really bad memory today... um... ooo it's cold... brrrrrr *shivers*... and I never get cold! Lol. So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;   (A few hours later when I realised I'd forgotten about this...)&lt;br /&gt;   We have a heater!!!!!!!!! Yey!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   Still don't know what I was gona say before...&lt;br /&gt;   Oh well, I'll go text you now to make sure you read this.&lt;br /&gt;      Byeee xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25533383-114467103737443435?l=zanna2207.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/feeds/114467103737443435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25533383&amp;postID=114467103737443435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114467103737443435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25533383/posts/default/114467103737443435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zanna2207.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Zanna_x</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07555766190805065687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
