<?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-9562765</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:11:44.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being Me</title><subtitle type='html'>My own place to get creative and crazy!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9562765.post-115955000031026331</id><published>2006-09-29T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:13:20.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I had abig fight with my mum today. She was pretty angry with me and she really had a right to be. But I also was angry because of my little sis and I hate it when I come home and I am critisesed imeadiatly. I shouted at her and she got really upset. after that I showered and she came in an was like, hell, what is up with you? And I have to wash all the clothes. So I asked her if I could help her with the clothes. And all she said was like, yeah, you wanna do it when you come home after school around 4 o'clock? That was pretty mean and got me really upset.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I put myself out there and asked her and all she could do was being mean. So I cried a little and Iam still pretty upset, Don't no really why though. But I really have to grow up so that those things don't affect me that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115955000031026331?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115955000031026331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115955000031026331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115955000031026331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115955000031026331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/brave-new-world-so-i-had-abig-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115946217629801041</id><published>2006-09-28T18:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:49:36.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brave New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Brave New World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I had abig fight with my mum today. She was pretty angry with me and she really had a right to be. But I also was angry because of my little sis and I hate it when I come home and I am critisesed imeadiatly. I shouted at her and she got really upset. after that I showered and she came in an was like, hell, what is up with you? And I have to wash all the clothes. So I asked her if I could help her with the clothes. And all she said was like, yeah, you wanna do it when you come home after school around 4 o'clock? That was pretty mean and got me really upset.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I put myself out there and asked her and all she could do was being mean. So I cried a little and Iam still pretty upset, Don't no really why though. But I really have to grow up so that those things don't affect me that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115946217629801041?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115946217629801041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115946217629801041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115946217629801041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115946217629801041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/brave-new-world.html' title='A Brave New World'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115886769935518516</id><published>2006-09-21T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:41:39.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Lonely Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  In A Lonely Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I could really use some time off. I need a day on which is the only sound the sound of raindrops falling on my window. Iam a little sick at the moment and can't wait to relax a little bit. But it's all weird now. I got either a handball game, have to pipe a handball game or have to do homework. That is all a little stressful, especially since I really need to focuse on the subjects now. But well, at least the thing with friends in school got better. I now now quiet a few people and they're all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Iam a little upset with my other friends right now.It's just so hard to keep up with them and I have the feeling that no one of them wants to stay in touch as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a special shout-out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; and her Dad, hope he's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115886769935518516?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115886769935518516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115886769935518516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115886769935518516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115886769935518516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-lonely-place.html' title='In A Lonely Place'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115754915419349021</id><published>2006-09-06T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:25:54.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I forgot at birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Things I forgot at birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Unfortantly, God forgot to give me some sort of maths understanding, that's what I noticed today. We had maths again and after last lesson I thought it would be alright, but somehow it isn't. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;and I sat there and were like: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG, &lt;/span&gt;what is he talking about? It really wasn't funny, the only thing that was funny was us, we even were hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;But let's not only talk about maths, there are more important things, like hell, why Iam not interested in talking with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; or be together with him? Maybe because I got to know another cute guy, that is even nice to me.Unbelivable. Yeah and Iam getting right to the point where I don't really care about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Maybe I'll be a little shocked when it's offical, that he and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; are together, but I don't think I care anymore. Yeah, good thing, sista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115754915419349021?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115754915419349021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115754915419349021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115754915419349021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115754915419349021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/things-i-forgot-at-birth.html' title='Things I forgot at birth'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115729028397088106</id><published>2006-09-03T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:31:23.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cool Party People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Super Cool Party People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yesterday was the every-year-sternparty. At first I didn't really wanted to got, but after that, it really got good. We had to help first with the childrenparty, then I went home and changed my clothes, watched a little bit of the Germany/Irish game (yay, we won btw. ), went back to the party and drank the rest of the our Ostsee alcohol and Tent Camp alcohol and were pretty drunk and had soo much fun. We danced as first and had a "Grouphour" every so often. Around 4 o'clock most people were gone, I drunk a lot of Cocktails and had so much fun with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K, C, T, B, B &lt;/span&gt;and  After that we played a little bit of Truth or Dare, I had to kiss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; and then I went home with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;  and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. &lt;/span&gt;And I want to know what was up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;. They went home and no one saw them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So I was home at 6 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna shower now and then watch a little movie and get ready for school and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115729028397088106?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115729028397088106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115729028397088106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115729028397088106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115729028397088106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/super-cool-party-people.html' title='Super Cool Party People'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115711984602435407</id><published>2006-09-01T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:10:46.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Getting to Know You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, today school was fun so far. There were a few weird things, but that doesn't really mater. I mean, it was weird to be alone in a course, but that's it. It wasn't bad or something and I knew a few people from other courses and so it wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;And today was like such a fun maths lesson, you can't really believe it. I know, me, maths and fun in one sentence, usually doesn't exists. But today it was fun. Maybe it was because of the persons that were in that lesson with me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S, P, P &lt;/span&gt;and me had so much fun together and I even have a few courses with them, so it's gonna be okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Iam gonna watch the final of VIB with a few of my friends and I hope it's gonna be good and fun. Tomorrow is like the biggest party in our home town and I hope it's gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115711984602435407?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115711984602435407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115711984602435407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115711984602435407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115711984602435407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/09/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to Know You'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115705149530624784</id><published>2006-08-31T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:11:35.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The Aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be today. First it was really weird and I was literally shaking because I didn't know what to expect and then I found out, that I don't have any LK's with people I know and that was really bad first, but after today, Iam not as shocked as I was and I think it is going to be fine, at least I know the teachers ;) It's gonna be a bussy year, I got so many lessons :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; 7.45 - 1.05 school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/span&gt;7.45 - 2.45 school, 8.00 - 9.30 practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/span&gt;7.45 - 13.05 school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;7.45 - 2.45 school, 7.00-8.00 Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday: &lt;/span&gt;7.45 - 2.45 school, 5.30 - 6.30 practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still have to call the kid I give lessons and get my sport course. That's gonna be fun =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go to bed now, Iam really exhausted, because I was shopping today and got a new pair of shoes, to sweater and a "Gürtel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115705149530624784?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115705149530624784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115705149530624784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115705149530624784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115705149530624784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115696960133088310</id><published>2006-08-30T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:26:41.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cold Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The Cold Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, that describes me now really really good. I mean, hello Iam shaking like hell and Iam so excited, but in a bad way, I could throw up right now. I know I'll will lie in bed tomorrow and gonna be like: No, I'm not going. I don't want to go. Go away!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to go through that, I know. Hell, I even should be thankful that I know a few people, but Iam so not. It's gonna be weird not to have anyone by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and everything. Still shaking by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115696960133088310?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115696960133088310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115696960133088310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115696960133088310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115696960133088310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/cold-turkey.html' title='The Cold Turkey'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115693629668359615</id><published>2006-08-30T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T13:11:36.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End of Innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  youth is getting  more sassy and more sassy.  Espeically my little sis. She dropped the bomb by lunch that she invited  people for her birthday on friday. The thing is,  she always said she didn't want to party and never even told my parents about it before she invited the guests. She is so bald-faced. And her friends are really really stupid. She is always changing between them and never is happy with them, because they bitch about each other and one day my sis is so awesome and popular and the next nobody is talking to her and they all bitch about her.&lt;br /&gt;My advise: GET NEW FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told them off a few weeks ago and had some really nice friends, but suddenly she is back with them and totally ignores the others again, and they're really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school starts again. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me , Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115693629668359615?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115693629668359615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115693629668359615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115693629668359615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115693629668359615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-innocence.html' title='The End of Innocence'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115679270986486450</id><published>2006-08-28T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:18:29.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Big Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Iam back from the Baltic Sea. It was an awesome trip and I hope I can do it again another time. We had so much fun and even if we didn't really know what to do with ourselfes, we had a lot of fun and it never was like, oh gosh, it is so boring. I really love those girls and I hope we stay friends for a while, that would be really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can post some photos and I wanna make some sort of a book, just like last year. It was so nice last year with this special book, we could just remember our holidays and I still like to read in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115679270986486450?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115679270986486450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115679270986486450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115679270986486450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115679270986486450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/big-time.html' title='The Big Time'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115607334435662408</id><published>2006-08-20T13:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:29:04.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you spell E.M.B.A.R.R.A.S.S.I.N.G?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Can you spell E.M.B.A.R.R.A.S.S.I.N.G?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, this is gonna be a really, really strange post. My brother gave one out because of his first salary of his first job and I came home at 11 pm or so and sat down with the people. It was really nice and funny and then suddenly we only were like 6 people anymore and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; and I once again a pretty crazy idea. Somehow we ended up taking off our clothes one by one to see who would win or something. And as we stood there (I in my bra and pantys and he in his boxers) my mother came out and told us not to be so loud anymore, because it was like 2 am and of course she saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it really was like embarrassing, but somehow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;always brings out this side of me, but it is soo much fun to be once like crazy. Well, it wasn't as bad as I had expected this morning, my mum didn't buck me that much about it, but I hope she is gonna make some really embarrissing comments to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; when he is here next time *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special shout-out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; today. I feel with you. I love you, hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115607334435662408?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115607334435662408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115607334435662408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115607334435662408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115607334435662408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-you-spell-embarrassing.html' title='Can you spell E.M.B.A.R.R.A.S.S.I.N.G?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115594266705881532</id><published>2006-08-19T01:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T01:11:07.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends Are Like Purses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boyfriends Are Like Purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, or at least for a few people. I really don't know how they can change friends faster than their underwear. It doesn't come to my mind and the strange thing is, that everybody wants to be their boyfriend. I mean, hello, ever heard of the word S*L*U*T?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I kinda realised, I also change, or I throw them away if they don't match anymore and they get to annoying (nice metapher here, huh).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; told me all about her problems, or kinda problems and how annoyed she is about her boyfriend today and I realised, that I wouldn't be together with him anymore. I don't know why, but somehow I have this image in my mind, that you can fight, and you can cry and everything, but as soon as someone annoys you and that periode, it's not worth it anymore. So maybe I'll be waiting forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115594266705881532?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115594266705881532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115594266705881532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115594266705881532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115594266705881532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/boyfriends-are-like-purses.html' title='Boyfriends Are Like Purses'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115574230751933631</id><published>2006-08-16T17:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:31:47.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So, they're back from the tent camp. It was just so strange, but also soo nice to see everyone again. I mean, even this tent camp feeling was soo nice and I had tears in my eyes, unbelivable, I know. And somehow, not that they're all back, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; and I did something together, well, until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; called. But, let's not talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was really nice to see everyone again and to hug them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; got a new hair color, which looks great btw,  and everyone is soo brown, suddenly. I hope we see each other the next days, because I really wanna do some fun things these last two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I wanna do some tests again, anyone has any fun tests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115574230751933631?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115574230751933631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115574230751933631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115574230751933631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115574230751933631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/usual-suspects.html' title='The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-115567019147909854</id><published>2006-08-15T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:29:54.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show Must Go On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Show Must Go On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, well, here Iam again. Strange feeling, but after seeing my blog again, I thought I should write again. A few significant things happened. I got my drivers license, got 18 and my heart was broken for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing was the most present thing for me, because yeah well, 18, it's also just a number, and a drivers license isn't that special after all, you can get it at 17. But that thing was like: OMG, it happened. Well, I wasn't waiting for it, but after it happened, I realised, that Iam capable of loving. I always felt like I couldn't love anyone really and that all people knew how it felt and everything. So it finally happened and it hurted like hell, still does some times. But like the title says, she show must go on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow everybody returns from tent camp and I got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;back. Finally. It was so boring without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-115567019147909854?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/115567019147909854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=115567019147909854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115567019147909854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/115567019147909854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/08/show-must-go-on.html' title='The Show Must Go On'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114571282002916825</id><published>2006-04-22T15:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:33:40.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Is A Sunday Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Everyday Is A Sunday Evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It would be awesome if it was like that, because last weekend, I had the most awesome Sunday in my life. It was Eastern and me and my friends were at a little party. And it was just cool because there were so many great people and it was just fun. And of course there was a boy, but I really don't know what is going to happen with him. I really like him and my heart, too, but it's also very confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna see what happens, I guess. But I hope it's gonna end good. Today I'm gonna go out with a few old classmates. Hope it's gonna be fun and a lot of them are coming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114571282002916825?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114571282002916825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114571282002916825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114571282002916825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114571282002916825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/04/everyday-is-sunday-evening.html' title='Everyday Is A Sunday Evening'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114475032448709246</id><published>2006-04-11T11:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:12:04.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Safe Harbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Safe Harbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well, we're back from New York. It was so awesome over there. I can't quite believe, that I was in NY! It really was such a great holiday and I loved it over there. The way they live there, it's just amazing. But I love our german restaurants more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_6131666663633836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_6131666663633836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Times Square by night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/1600/PICT0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/320/PICT0144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arn't we cool? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_3063303665353561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_3063303665353561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greenwich Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_3964393264646338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_3964393264646338.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, hot guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_6638376438653366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/1024_6638376438653366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brooklyn Bridge - unfortantly it was very foggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114475032448709246?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114475032448709246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114475032448709246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114475032448709246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114475032448709246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/04/safe-harbor.html' title='The Safe Harbor'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114332319557102168</id><published>2006-03-25T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:46:35.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>High Risk Behaviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; High Risk Behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes Iam really weird and today it was such a day. It was really awesome to spend so much time with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; and it was so funny. But then she asked me if I wanted to come with her and a few people to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt; and somehow there was the old me again. Sometimes Iam just really afraid of being alone with people I don't know ...it's just strange, because I really wanna meet new people, but then there is this feeling and I can't forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; to death and everything, but I don't know if I can do that for herand it just feels like there is something in for her and not for me..Iam just a coward sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't know if you still love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114332319557102168?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114332319557102168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114332319557102168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114332319557102168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114332319557102168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/03/high-risk-behaviour.html' title='High Risk Behaviour'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114287602646908917</id><published>2006-03-20T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:33:46.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Neverland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first best friend : I think it was Verena, she was a neighbours girl and we still know eatch other..&lt;br /&gt;first screen name: ~Anna~ and it still is my screen name :)&lt;br /&gt;first pet name: never had one&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: ears&lt;br /&gt;first crush : I think it was in elementary school, his name was Moritz, also still know him...&lt;br /&gt;first school: Grund und Hauptschule Gellenbeck&lt;br /&gt;My ancient town : Hagen a.T.W.&lt;br /&gt;first house location : In der Aue&lt;br /&gt;first kiss:I think one guy of my class when I was in 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;first car :None, I don't have a license yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time you smoked: last summer in summer camp&lt;br /&gt;last food you ate : choko cookie&lt;br /&gt;last movie you watched: Walk The Line&lt;br /&gt;last car ride ... : This miday with my mom, she got me from the bus&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: Verona, wanted to know if she wants to go to the cinema this evening and she wants to&lt;br /&gt;last CD you listened to: OTH Soundtrack 2 "Friends With Benefits"&lt;br /&gt;last song you listened to : Coldplay - Clocks&lt;br /&gt;last words you said: Where is this fucking book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 HAVE-YOU-EVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated a best friend : Nope...&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: Nope....&lt;br /&gt;been on TV: Yes, on last years MTV Campus Invasion&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: Unfortanly not&lt;br /&gt;cheated on your BF/GF: unfortanly yes&lt;br /&gt;been on a blind date : Nope&lt;br /&gt;been out of the country: Yeah, pretty often for my 17 years&lt;br /&gt;been in love : Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;Bra&lt;br /&gt;My fave blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;A t-shirt with "Reading is sexy" which a friend of mine gave to me for christmas&lt;br /&gt;Panties&lt;br /&gt;A black sweater&lt;br /&gt;A plack top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a biology test&lt;br /&gt;Did homework&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch&lt;br /&gt;Watched two epis of OTH&lt;br /&gt;Called someone&lt;br /&gt;Read a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 FAVORITE THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Vanilia&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;Ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 PEOPLE YOU TRUST THE MOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mum&lt;br /&gt;Verona&lt;br /&gt;Lara&lt;br /&gt;My brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding true love&lt;br /&gt;Travell the world&lt;br /&gt;Having a great job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla or chocolate : vanilia&lt;br /&gt;hugs or kisses: hugs from everyone, kisses from the once I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 PERSON YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114287602646908917?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114287602646908917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114287602646908917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114287602646908917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114287602646908917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/03/neverland.html' title='Neverland'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114243148954223867</id><published>2006-03-15T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:04:49.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Xpectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Great Xpectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's like this is only a life shwoing post again, I don't have real topics anymore, but whatever.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest shock:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; hurt her knee so bad, that she is in the hospital now and can't play handball for a long time, I guess. The Irony is just, that she hurt herself when she was playing handball.. I really hope she's better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest achievement: &lt;/span&gt;We have all our things for the holidays together and I got good through the first tests, that is really awesome, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The greatest surprise: &lt;/span&gt;We got an exchange student from Australia in our class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; is really nice and funny. But the sweetest thing is how she pronounces all the words =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and then there is something I don't want to talk about at all, and it's gonna stay a secret *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114243148954223867?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114243148954223867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114243148954223867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114243148954223867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114243148954223867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-xpectations.html' title='Great Xpectations'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114200477330647215</id><published>2006-03-10T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:32:53.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just a few tests: *laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1065724944" method="post"&gt;&lt;table  style="border: 1px solid black; border-collapse: collapse;font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;" align="center" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 221, 136);"&gt;What  Angel Are You&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/pervshack"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 221, 136);"&gt;PervShack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now Spread your wings of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(221, 221, 170);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You have the magic power of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(221, 221, 170);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Making Richard Simmons appear out of thin air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your face is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; color: rgb(221, 221, 170);" bg=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;input value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(221, 221, 136);"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input name="un" value="PervShack" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="meme" value="1065724944" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074948613" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; font-family: Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse;" align="center" cellpadding="2" 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type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="meme" value="1074948613" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114200477330647215?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114200477330647215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114200477330647215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114200477330647215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114200477330647215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114166205386299712</id><published>2006-03-06T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:20:53.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess it's been a long time, but somehow, I didn't want to write again. But now, here iam again, be happy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last 4 weeks until the holidays, are going to be very hard again. We write at least 2 tests a week and Iam tired of that. It's the same before every holidays. And the teachers just don't get it. I mean, you can write tests all the year, not just before the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a good thing that the other stundents are away and maybe some lessons won't be teached and we get some free lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I got my next driving lesson :) I hope it's gonna be okay and maybe I can drive more often, so I have my driver license on my birthday and not after my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it. Iam damn tired and going to sleep now and eventually do some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114166205386299712?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114166205386299712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114166205386299712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114166205386299712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114166205386299712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-tired-eyes-tired-minds-tired.html' title='With Tired Eyes, Tired Minds, Tired Souls, We Slept'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114027787333112370</id><published>2006-02-18T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:51:13.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Random Acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you absolutly have to read all books by Nick Hornby because he is a really great writer. I just finsihed his book "High Fidelity" (yeah, the one which was made into a movie) and it is so great. It seems like he just describes randromly a guys life, but it is so much more.  When you read the book, you'll notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also can't wait for the next Gossip Girl book. I really can't wait anymore and I want to read so much more great books, but first I have to read my books for school and the next months is really going to be bussy. iam already writing like 8 tests and Iam really scared, because I don't know if I can do it, but whatever...It's not that late yet. *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today the biathlets totally kicked ass. We already won 1 gold medall, 2 silver medalls and one bronze medall. It's really great and I envy everyone of them for what they do. It must really feel good. But Iam more looking forward to summer Olympics in 2008, even if I have to get up and watch it in the middle of the night, because it's in Asian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough rambling for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114027787333112370?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114027787333112370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114027787333112370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114027787333112370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114027787333112370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-acts.html' title='Random Acts'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-114011635282012236</id><published>2006-02-16T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:59:13.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind That Blew My Heart Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Wind That Blew My Heart Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really shitty weather now and Iam really noticing, that my mood goes down. It's really hard to be in a good mood with that weather cause I eat and then I get fatter and fatter and I get depressed. And I really need someone to cheer me up and tell me, that he likes me the way Iam =( Really not good at the moment, but I really don't wanna be like this again. I was like this when I was 15/16 most of the time and it's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please anyone, cheer me up! &lt;---This being a help-shout ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-114011635282012236?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/114011635282012236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=114011635282012236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114011635282012236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/114011635282012236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/02/wind-that-blew-my-heart-away.html' title='The Wind That Blew My Heart Away'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113958504219762731</id><published>2006-02-10T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:24:02.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You gotta go there to come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You gotta go there to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just listen to the song we listen all the time to when we graduated. It's "Geile Zeit" by Juli. It#s really strange because I watched the video last sunday with a few friends of my old class. We had so much fun and everyone said, that it was the coolest time ever. We were so right. It was just fun and we could do whatever we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think about it, because I realised that I have to let go of a few people from that time. I havn't really seen anybody since that, expect when I still was together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;. And that seems like a long time now. I hope I can do that and I'll live better when I let go of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113958504219762731?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113958504219762731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113958504219762731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113958504219762731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113958504219762731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-gotta-go-there-to-come-back.html' title='You gotta go there to come back'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113933215565022661</id><published>2006-02-07T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:09:15.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Not Being Too Earnest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Importance of Not Being Too Earnest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So today was the first time we were in the new courses and it was really weird, cause I always have to watch the people first and then get talktive. But then we had sport today and it was really great and funny. The people are really okay and the course is so much better than the last sport course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a lot of new nice people and they're so much nicer than the last one, even when most of them were in the old course :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School also was funny, cause we only watched movies. In English, we watched "Dead Poetry Society", in Geography we watched a movie about Africa and in History about Germany in 1945. It was really a cool day, especially because I also got my hair cut (in my two free lessons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113933215565022661?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113933215565022661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113933215565022661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113933215565022661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113933215565022661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/02/importance-of-not-being-too-earnest.html' title='The Importance of Not Being Too Earnest'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113890398158873632</id><published>2006-02-02T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:13:01.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cliffhanger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cliffhanger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we got our report for the first half year. It's not that bad, but also not that good. Iam actually pretty okay with it. I want to improve this next half year and I think I can. I really wanna study and be a good school girl, but it#s so easy to get distracted. I mean, I havn't even done homework for today yet and it's 7.00 pm...yeah, so anyway, here is my report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: C&lt;br /&gt;German: C&lt;br /&gt;Maths: D&lt;br /&gt;France: C&lt;br /&gt;History: C&lt;br /&gt;Politic: B&lt;br /&gt;Geography: D&lt;br /&gt;Religion: B&lt;br /&gt;Sports: B&lt;br /&gt;Biology: C&lt;br /&gt;Physics: D&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: C&lt;br /&gt;Musik: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113890398158873632?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113890398158873632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113890398158873632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113890398158873632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113890398158873632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/02/cliffhanger.html' title='The Cliffhanger'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113784168766355191</id><published>2006-01-21T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:08:07.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Champagne for My Real Friends, and Real Pain for My Sham Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Champagne for My Real Friends, and Real Pain for My Sham Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yesterday was really a fun day. School was okay and I got all my greades for my reporter and they're not that bad, but I hope I can improve a little bit more. Then we watched a movie in sport and it was really good. I just hoped I got to know more people :) That would have been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to take a watch-test because of my driver license and maybe I have to get glasses - we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met at my hous for vacation talk. We found two really good houses and I hope we can get them. And that's what showed me, that I really have great friends. Love them to death at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113784168766355191?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113784168766355191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113784168766355191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113784168766355191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113784168766355191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/01/champagne-for-my-real-friends-and-real.html' title='Champagne for My Real Friends, and Real Pain for My Sham Friends'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113732773109361831</id><published>2006-01-15T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:23:41.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like in the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just Like in the Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I was out with some of my friends. Three of us meet yesterday afternoon and created a money box for our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agenda 2011 - Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;. It was really funny because we don't spend that much time together and had a lot to catch up. Then we watched a handball game and meet all the others. It was a good game. Then we went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M &lt;/span&gt;to drink before we went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyde Park&lt;/span&gt;. We played a drinking game during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pop Idol&lt;/span&gt;. It was very funny and then we drove. It was just a funny evening and we absolutly have to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced and laughed our asses of. It was just like in a bad american movie..these typical teeny movies. Anyway, it was fun and I hope it's gonna continue like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113732773109361831?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113732773109361831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113732773109361831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113732773109361831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113732773109361831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-like-in-movies.html' title='Just Like in the Movies'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113684138494122360</id><published>2006-01-09T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:16:24.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I havn't written for a few days, but I have to say, the days were good and I had fun, so I didn't really think of writing. But now, there happened so much these days, it's unbelivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, 14 is not an ange to have sex, right and rumors spread fast. Not even the family knows about it sometimes and that's really bad. I just  hope I don't have a nice or something in a few months. Sometimes I really wonder what this generation is up to..but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I spend the last few days of the holidays with my friends and we really did a lot of great things. I hope we can meet this weekend again and have some  serious fun. It was really great the last time and well, I hope we're all okay again. Also hoping everything is okay with Janna and Simon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also  new: Me working on getting a driver license. It's really fun so far and not that bad. But Iam really afraid of driving and I hope my dad can show me a few things before my first driving lesson. That would be really great. Maybe I can come with him to work on a  saturday or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you'll have a great week and you're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113684138494122360?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113684138494122360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113684138494122360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113684138494122360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113684138494122360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/01/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113629426862752527</id><published>2006-01-03T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:17:48.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I guess my sister is sometimes really not a good girl and maybe she deserves it, that someone is mean to her and tells her how she acts sometimes. But not her boyfriend. I mean, I reallt think she liked him very much and everything. I mean she is lose with guys and not that boyfriend/girlfiend stuff. But she is just young. I mean, I don't think she does the right stuff but she has to experience by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she got that experience and she's heartbroken. He didn't even broke up with her himself, he send friends. How idiotic is that? Her brake ups are enough for a lifetime and I hadn't one where I was depressed and everything, or maybe that's because I always get sick of the guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, gonna go now and take some pictures for my passport. And my hair is all messy =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113629426862752527?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113629426862752527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113629426862752527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113629426862752527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113629426862752527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/01/heartbreak.html' title='The Heartbreak'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113611215286836779</id><published>2006-01-01T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:42:32.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Area</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The New Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, so the new year is finally there. It was a really cool party and Iam gonna write more later because I have to go and clean up now. Just wanted to say that it feels weird to write 01/01/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you know what I mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later *wave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113611215286836779?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113611215286836779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113611215286836779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113611215286836779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113611215286836779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-area.html' title='The New Area'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113597873683405121</id><published>2005-12-30T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:38:56.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year In Review  Part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the 2nd part of my Year-In-Review-Thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One thing I'm not gonna tell you, hehe..I graduated, spent my holidays just with friends, without parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make one and I guess I won't make one either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;France, Luxembourg, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;A really good job, a summer job and a great boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;10/12/05-10/22/o5 (Holidays in Spain), 07/04/05-09/04/05 (Graduation week and party week), the day my grandma died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays in Spain cause I really wanted that and Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;Loosing my boyfriend and Family Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, I was pretty healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;my MP3-Player, cause what would life be without music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;My Moms and some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and some of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Books and DVD's, ah yeah, food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays in Spain and Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2004?&lt;br /&gt;La Camisa Negara - Juanes, Juli - Geile Zeit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? happier&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? fatter&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;studied for school, gone out on weekends and go after what I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;worrying about people and bitching about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;The same as always, with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill, Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not really...and also, don't hate people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;A good report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;warm summer weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethtown, Family Stone, The Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated with friends and family and I got 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans and a few things to look older ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;My Family and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;James Lafferty, Alexis Bledel, Hilarie Burton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Neuwahlen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;Lena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;You have to find luck yourself, nobody will bring it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wish you all a good day and I hope you have fun! See you next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113597873683405121?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113597873683405121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113597873683405121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113597873683405121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113597873683405121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-in-review-part-ii.html' title='Year in Review Part II'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113588573363725715</id><published>2005-12-29T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:48:53.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Wish For</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Be Careful What You Wish For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, finally my christmas list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;li style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cell Phone (Motorolla V980)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kulturtasche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;3 Cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8 Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Labello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bebe Young Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Spain Holiday CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Spain Photo Collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Care-Pagage-for-Winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Self-Made-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Credit Note for Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Winter Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gilmore Girls Season 1 DVD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So I hope everybody got what he/she wished for and you also got your friends great presents. Hope to see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113588573363725715?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113588573363725715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113588573363725715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113588573363725715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113588573363725715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/be-careful-what-you-wish-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Wish For'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113560480125313813</id><published>2005-12-26T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:46:41.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blast From The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay, so still no present list, but a short entry about yesterday. It was really nice to see all my family again, but it was also very strange because there were some things that came up and I wasn't comfortable with it. My uncle has no work anymore and doens't find anything new. Iam so not comfortable with the thought, that it could happen with me one day. It's just like this feeling that it ahouldn't happen to me, but it could. I guess one day I have to deal with it, but not now, cause I still feel like a teenager and not an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday was the christmas party at Stocks. It was really fun, because we went there at 10.00 pm and so there were people and we weren't the first ones. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J, V&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;drunk rounds and in the first houes, we all drunk like 9 drinks, that really went well. The music was also great cause first they played all the hits from this year, then the 9oth-disoc-music came and finally 50th-music with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's twist again&lt;/span&gt; and all those songs, loved that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a blast from the past cause I saw all the people from my old class and also my three ex-boyfriends were there. Weird feeling, cause with the one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;, Iam really good friends now and we have so much fun together. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; was a little bit weird, cause he is still like he was and that was the reason I ended things. Then there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; That was the strangest thing at all. He was so nice and even huged me to say merry christmas. I was really stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also one of my best friends of my class was there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V.&lt;/span&gt; I even was a little jealous, I think, because it was like always, she draw all the attention to her, but then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; told me that he only hang around with her, cause he wasnts her to get to gether with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; already. So it was an eventuful day, I would say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go now, cause my little cousins are coming in a few minutes. Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have drunken the last drinks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113560480125313813?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113560480125313813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113560480125313813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113560480125313813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113560480125313813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113551275312801603</id><published>2005-12-25T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:12:33.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I m Wide Awake, Its Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I m Wide Awake, Its Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, I want to wish you a very merry Christmas! I hope everyone got everything they wished for and you're happy. I also wanted to thank you for the great presents I got. I'wll make a list and make a few photos later on and post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my aunt is coming and tonight Iam at a christmas party. Tomorrow my dads sister and her husband are coming and then there is the normal day again. But my mom and Iam going to visit the travel studio and get informations about our trip to the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113551275312801603?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113551275312801603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113551275312801603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113551275312801603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113551275312801603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-m-wide-awake-its-morning.html' title='I m Wide Awake, Its Morning'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113535547105421523</id><published>2005-12-23T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:31:11.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth a.k.a. Question Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Truth a.k.a. Question Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your name spelled backwards?&lt;br /&gt;anel-anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were your parents born?&lt;br /&gt;Niedersachsen, Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer?&lt;br /&gt;100th Episode of GG Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, long time ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know if I want any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you dislike most?&lt;br /&gt;metall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have cable?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever ridden on a moped?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but I never was the driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever prank-called anybody?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one, I would say I have 3-4 really good  friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that would be awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Furthest place you ever traveled?&lt;br /&gt;Spain, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a garden?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your favorite comic strip?&lt;br /&gt;Peytons ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to the pledge of allegiance?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but Iam not American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bath or Shower, morning or night?&lt;br /&gt;Shower in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you've seen in the past month?&lt;br /&gt;Prime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite pizza toppings?&lt;br /&gt;Morzerella and Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What color lipstick do you usually wear?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wear any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange Juice or apple?&lt;br /&gt;apple juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but Lunch was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite type of chocolate bar?&lt;br /&gt;just normal, but it has to be Milka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you voted at the polls?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?&lt;br /&gt;Last Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever won a trophy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a good cook?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to pump your own gas?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever ordered from an infomercial?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Sprite or 7-up?&lt;br /&gt;Sprite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a Walgreens?&lt;br /&gt;I don't live in America, remeber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever thrown up in public?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or finding true love?&lt;br /&gt;true love, as cheesy as it sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Can ex's be just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it needs time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Did you have a lot of hair as a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What message is on your answering machine?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Where would you like to go?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What was the name of your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;Never had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What kinda backpack do u have, and what's in it?&lt;br /&gt;Eastpack, nothing at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Who is your best friend of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Have a group of friends, bot one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is one thing you are grateful for today?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What do you think about most?&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113535547105421523?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113535547105421523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113535547105421523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113535547105421523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113535547105421523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/truth-aka-question-time.html' title='The Truth a.k.a. Question Time'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113533947403867731</id><published>2005-12-23T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:04:34.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 in Review Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2005 in Review Part I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you have a new year's resolution this year?&lt;br /&gt;Noo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who kissed you at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been to times square to watch the ball drop?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your valentine in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What did your valentine get you?&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were little, did you buy valentines for your whole class?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I love a thunderstorm and heavy rain when Iam inside, so not when Iam outiside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you get tons of candy on easter?&lt;br /&gt;Some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favorite kind of flower?&lt;br /&gt;Lilly of the Valley and Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like the spring?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the phrase: April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you think of as a spring color?&lt;br /&gt;light green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;1. What year did you graduate from school?&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the 4th of July?&lt;br /&gt;Go to school, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you go on any vacations during this month?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special to end your summer?&lt;br /&gt;Go to see a movie and a babecue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite summer memory of '05?&lt;br /&gt;Getting all my friends back and spending time with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you go swimming a lot in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you go to the beach a lot?&lt;br /&gt;No, but if we would have a beach, then defintly yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you attend school/college in '05?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, new school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is/was your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;My class teacher in the 3. and 4. class, my new German teacher Mrs Evers, my old German Teacher Mr Ringard and my old Frensh Teacher Mrs Brinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like fall better than summer?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite halloween costume ever?&lt;br /&gt;I never really dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you dress up like this year?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose house do you usually go to for thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like stuffing?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, Family and mostly being myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want this year for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Books, Cell Phone, self-made-stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the best present you ever got for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Riding lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;If Iam home and I don't haev to go out, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was the first part of my review, on silvester, there is gonna be the second one..so stay on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113533947403867731?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113533947403867731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113533947403867731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113533947403867731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113533947403867731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-in-review-part-i.html' title='2005 in Review Part I'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113500084251284875</id><published>2005-12-19T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T15:00:42.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Chrism(ukk)a(h)s Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Best Christm(ukk)a(h)s Ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, just 5 days until X-mas. Iam really looking forward to it and loved the last days. Today it snowed and I listen to christmas songs while dressing etc. (Yeah, my brother has a that deep sleep, cause I get up about 1 1/2 hour before he does ;) ) I just have to get one last christmas present, I just thought of it today in school, but it's gonna be okay, cause Iam going to buy it tomorrow with my Starbucks Coffe ( ;) ) while I have two free hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Iam going to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Like Heaven &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; and I hope it's gonna be good, cause I was looking forward to it since a long time. But Reese Witherspoon is in it and I have no doubt that she's doing an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to do my Informatic thing to do and it's stressing me out and it makes me worry, cause I have to do it today and I don't really know how to do that. But I'll figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113500084251284875?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113500084251284875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113500084251284875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113500084251284875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113500084251284875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-chrismukkahs-ever.html' title='The Best Chrism(ukk)a(h)s Ever'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113481904175999025</id><published>2005-12-17T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T12:30:41.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love the days before christmas. I just have to write one more test and then Iam ready with everything for school. I already got all christmas presents and that's got because I really get nervous when I don't have them one week before christmas. Iam so not a last-day-christmas-shopper. What else is going on? Well, this weekend, I thought I would have time for me and my Gilmore-Girl-Marathon, but I was wrong. I have to do a presentation for school and get my chistmas presents wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Iam going to watch the christmas movie of this year and hopefully it's gonna be good. We're gonna see, but I think it is. Tuesday when I got 2 free lesons, I think Iam going to the city one last time and get my last Starbucks coffee before christmas, how Iam going to miss my Starbucks Coffee during the winther break ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a very good weekend and a good last week before christmas! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113481904175999025?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113481904175999025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113481904175999025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113481904175999025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113481904175999025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/those-lazy-hazy-crazy-days.html' title='Those Lazy-Hazy-Crazy Days'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113429542423043954</id><published>2005-12-11T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:03:44.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Day Since Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Worst Day Since Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know it's been a long time since I wrote and it sucks. But there hasn't been something I could have written about. Lately, everybody seems just to be annoyed with me and I really feel weird, because I have the feeling, that whatever it is I do, it is right. And so all my days have been a little bit strange and sucked. I can just hope that it is going to be better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we have a handball game and after that Iam going to watch a movie with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M.&lt;/span&gt; I love all the trailers and I hope it's going to be great. It's a German movie, or it's in German, that sucks, but it's going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only need like 3 things for my christmas presents and I hope I'm going to get them this week. Would be great. And then I can begin to wrap the presents and do the christmas carts. And I have to do a little gift for my spain buddys, but it's going to be ready until then, I hope so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a good weekend and a good week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113429542423043954?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113429542423043954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113429542423043954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113429542423043954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113429542423043954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/worst-day-since-yesterday.html' title='The Worst Day Since Yesterday'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113344380302802242</id><published>2005-12-01T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:30:03.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I changed so much this year, it's scary. When I was sixteen, I was always a little bit afraid of saying what I want and do what I want. I was so bitchy to my parents and was always alone. Now at this time of the year, I really started to do what I want and I love to spent time with my family. It's just fun to go shopping with my mom, even if we're just buying some bread or something. So, rest in peace old me, cause I like my new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already got most of the christmas presents for my friends and it's really great. I'm listening to some christmas music and doing some fun things. I just hope that everybody is happy about what they get. It would be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Iam writing Biology and then there is the weekend! We do a little christmas party after practice and I hope everybody stays a little bit longer and we have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113344380302802242?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113344380302802242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113344380302802242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113344380302802242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113344380302802242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/12/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113292155037662816</id><published>2005-11-25T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T13:25:50.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in an glass house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life in an glass house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, don't wish you something and think it won't come true. Today there was the first snow and &lt;em&gt;V &lt;/em&gt;and I have the ritual that we wish for something. Maybe we souldn't have done that. Because it snowed the whole day and now, the busses don't drive anymore. I havn't seen so much snow for a while...a lond while...it's really not funny anymore, because you can't come home and everybody is sitting here and waiting to get home. So, Iam sitting in the computer room and surfing, while hoping to find a possibilty to get home. Wish me luck ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113292155037662816?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113292155037662816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113292155037662816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113292155037662816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113292155037662816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/life-in-glass-house.html' title='Life in an glass house'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113260087756451169</id><published>2005-11-21T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:21:17.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Test Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: Dale Earnhardt Jr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/dale-earnhardt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.454939224&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See his whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;What Celebrity Matches Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#fea7b6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 49% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffced6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one to kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But word is, you kiss pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;But you may be ready in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to give more than take in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113260087756451169?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113260087756451169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113260087756451169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113260087756451169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113260087756451169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/test-day.html' title='Test Day'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113241876257595035</id><published>2005-11-19T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:46:18.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We Might As Well Be Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Might As Well Be Strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weird thing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;is together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; and so he isn't in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;anymore.She always said she wanted it this way, but suddenly she doesn't speak to him anymore and is very strange. First she said she was happy, that she had me and was thankful, that I sticked to her, even when I wasn't all happy with her actions. But we wanted to learn history together today and she didn't come. I mean, sometimes I really think I do know her and then that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so not good. I really like her and thought we would be friends and know that. So not good, right? Well, we're gonna see what happens next and maybe she is my friend, maybe she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113241876257595035?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113241876257595035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113241876257595035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113241876257595035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113241876257595035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-might-as-well-be-strangers.html' title='We Might As Well Be Strangers'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113207012407537172</id><published>2005-11-15T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:55:24.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Telenovela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Telenovela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Well, I really had the weirdest dream since a long time. I felt so good and everything was perfect. I was with the person I loved and it just felt wonderfull, I guess I even smiled in my dream. And I was so sad, when I woke up. I know the person that was in my dream, but it can't be. I always fall in love with the wrong guys and then I think they're wrong for me, I come together with another buy, but it ends so fast. Maybe I should just listen to my heart and tell the person I think Iam in love with , who I think is the wrong guy, and maybe he's just the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I would have been together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for half a year. Strange feeling, especially, because I get sad, but not because I'm not together with him anymore, rather because I don't have someone I can call and I know who loves me. I never had that feeling before and I think, I was better than, but maybe now, I know what it means to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, me and my strange thoughts, I know. Don't take everything too seriously, cause if you do, you won't like me anymore. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113207012407537172?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113207012407537172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113207012407537172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113207012407537172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113207012407537172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/telenovela.html' title='The Telenovela'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113187898419209618</id><published>2005-11-13T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:49:44.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could Have Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Could Have Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's gonna be winther very soon. No, I didn't notice it because of the weather or the calender, you can also notice it because, no one knows what to do on the weekends...it's always a little bit strange and there are ideas, but sometimes it's too boring or sometimes it needs some time and you can just do it the next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because of that, that Iam a little bit pissed. We wanted to visit the people of CLP and now mel has no time cause she wanted to go to Oberhausen and do a little bit shopping with her boyfriends. I mean, hello, you can do that every weekend. You even see eatch other like every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113187898419209618?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113187898419209618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113187898419209618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113187898419209618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113187898419209618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-could-have-been.html' title='What Could Have Been'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113146726831190783</id><published>2005-11-08T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:27:48.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex-Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ex-Factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've been pretty busy lately and it's nice to be busy, so I don't have to think about some things. So I scanned a lot of photos and still have to, I have to learn for some tests, do some things for my social life, go to practice, tutor, make plans for the weekend, . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really great, cause, yeah, maybe you know it because of the titel, there are still some things that aren't clear...I mean, are we friends, are we enemies, do we hate eatch other, . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are people that are impossible, I mean, hello, just because I tell them, they shouldn't bitch at me when they are too stupid to get the things the teacher says, Iam mean and they could kill me? Well, then I guess a few people should say good-bye to me, cause I won't stop with that, that's something I can tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess Iam bussy the next days and Iam gonna write this weekend. Wish you all a good week, have fun and don't let people tell you what to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I forgot the important thing: www.hoeffmann-reisen.de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113146726831190783?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113146726831190783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113146726831190783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113146726831190783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113146726831190783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/ex-factor.html' title='The Ex-Factor'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113121136691141977</id><published>2005-11-05T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:22:46.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging by a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging by a Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This weekend was just awesome so far. It was one of the best times I had since Spain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V, M, M, J, L, R, M &lt;/span&gt;and I had our friends of Spain over here. We all were at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R's&lt;/span&gt; and had so much fun. It's weird how much you can start to like and miss someone, you know for like 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N, D, M &lt;/span&gt;came to Hagen with the train. It was so cool to talk to everybody for so long and it was really funny, cause they all have such a cool humor. When the other ones, were gone, I was the only one who was there with them and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; and I had so much fun and we talked about sorta everything. It was really great and I hope we can visit them soon, or they can come over for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, there was the movie of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mädchenzeltlager&lt;/span&gt; and I saw how much fun it is. I really think I should apply and try to get into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lager&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know how to make my application, but I hope, it's good enough, cause I really wanna go this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish you a very cool weekend! And hopefully, it's gonna be a good week for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113121136691141977?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113121136691141977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113121136691141977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113121136691141977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113121136691141977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/hanging-by-moment.html' title='Hanging by a Moment'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113095389036047068</id><published>2005-11-02T18:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:51:30.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowed Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borrowed Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Everything is so short these days. When I come home, I usually watch some TV, do my homework, watch a new episode of whatever series day it is and go to bed. Sometimes I even do something with someone or call, but that's it. I'm even scared, cause when it's winther, there is even less time and it's going to be depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with me in the winther, but I have like majour-criseses in that time of the year. It's really awful and I hate it. But what can you do about it? I guess just hope you're friends are there for you and call a lot of people. But for now, it's okay. I feel a little lonely and some guys are getting on my nerves, but that's normal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113095389036047068?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113095389036047068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113095389036047068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113095389036047068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113095389036047068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/11/borrowed-time.html' title='Borrowed Time'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113078130357244551</id><published>2005-10-31T18:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T18:55:03.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Order and Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Between Order and Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I havn't written for a while, cause there was so much to do and to see. This holidays were really the best ever. First, Spain, just awesome. After we came back, I was a little bit down, but that was over in like 2 days. After that it was just great. I did everyday something with someone and we had so much fun. It was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started really well (okay, not with school, I got one C and two D) and Iam really happy, that I have so much good friends. It's really cool and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it's going to be like this for a while and considering, it's me, it won't, but at least I can hope and dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I've got 9 lessons, so I won't be here long. Hope you have a really great thuesday and a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113078130357244551?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113078130357244551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113078130357244551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113078130357244551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113078130357244551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/between-order-and-randomness.html' title='Between Order and Randomness'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113031915366461536</id><published>2005-10-26T11:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:32:33.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Light Years From Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100 Light Years From Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the first photos of my Spain holidays. It's really like, oh gosh, it's like 5 years behind already, but it's just 5 days behind. Awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/400_3664613930623661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://foto.arcor-online.net/palb/alben/56/117656/400_3664613930623661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us 6 lying on the beach. Wonderful weather *dreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/1600/Mel%20%26%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/320/Mel%20%26%20Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Me shortly before dinner and after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/1600/Marina%20%26%20Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/320/Marina%20%26%20Mel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and Marina with some "Statue Guy" in Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/1600/Spanien%20Strand%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6770/701/320/Spanien%20Strand%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach bzw. Ocean view :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are coming a few more in the next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113031915366461536?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113031915366461536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113031915366461536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113031915366461536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113031915366461536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/100-light-years-from-home.html' title='100 Light Years From Home'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-113015029969487955</id><published>2005-10-24T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:38:19.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly Everything Has Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly Everything Has Changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, here Iam, back again. I don't know where to start, but first, it was the best holiday of my life. Just awesome. The people were nice, we 6 girls never had a fight and the weather was so great. I hope I can post a few photos soon, so you can see what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, that we're back, everything has changed, well maybe just for me. First, the weather is just awful, second, my bf is just nothing like I thought he would be and third, I hate myself for being so emotional. Just *arg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I also know now, that there are poeple who love me and care about me and it just makes me feel so loved. And I know what I love my parents to death. They're just awesome. And they saw Franz Beckenbauer in the bar of the restaurant, where they are staying.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope can show you the photos tomorrow or the day after tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-113015029969487955?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/113015029969487955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=113015029969487955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113015029969487955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/113015029969487955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/suddenly-everything-has-changed.html' title='Suddenly Everything Has Changed'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112921831838584763</id><published>2005-10-13T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:45:18.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spirit in the Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, this is my last post for about 10 days. I'm going to Spain and have a little vacation with my Friends. We drive with the bus to a little town called Salou, one ahour drive to Barcelona. Hope the weather is great and we have a lot of fun, what I do think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can do some great pictures and bring some sun with me for you and the next winter months. I wish you all very good holidays and maybe you'll even get a postcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see you in 1 1/2 weeks! *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112921831838584763?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112921831838584763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112921831838584763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112921831838584763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112921831838584763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/spirit-in-night.html' title='Spirit in the Night'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112913419226028622</id><published>2005-10-12T18:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:31:57.346+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere A Clock is Ticking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere A Clock is Ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, really. And not for me, but sure as hell, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, I just don't understand boys. He always wants to spent time with me, which is nice, but I don't have that much time with school, learning, training, tutoring etc. And if I have time, it's always weird to be around him, cause he's so different from the begining of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to Spain on Friday and 4.00 pm and I asked if he has time tomorrow, cause I wanna see him one more time. And what did he say? Yeah, I have to go there, there and there, but I have half an hour time for you, cause I want to play some card game with my friends. HELLO? You can play this stupid card game with your friends for 10 days, when Iam away. Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Iam really angry with him and thinking about not seeing him at all anymore. I mean, hello, what's up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all well and I guess Iam going to write one more time before Friday, maybe I even find a Internet-café and can write you a mail or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;/span&gt;Now I forgot the important thing ;)&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to IKEA with my mom and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; V &lt;/span&gt;and it was such a fun. Here's a picture of what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/45568_PE141706_S3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/45568_PE141706_S3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112913419226028622?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112913419226028622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112913419226028622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112913419226028622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112913419226028622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/somewhere-clock-is-ticking.html' title='Somewhere A Clock is Ticking'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112888797285531240</id><published>2005-10-09T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:33:56.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quiet things no one ever knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Quiet things no one ever knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I added a couple of new things to my blog, as my fandoms and I'm going to add a new blogger to my blogger-family. It'll be a blog with reviews to all books, movies and tv shows I saw or read. It's not online yet, cause I have a little bit of trouble with the layout. But I hope it'll be online in like 2 weeks, cause Iam gone from 10/14/05 - 10/23/05. Holidays in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gonna go to bed, cause Iam fucking tired. Got up too early (8.30 am) and went to bed too late (2.15 am). Nighty Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112888797285531240?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112888797285531240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112888797285531240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112888797285531240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112888797285531240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/quiet-things-no-one-ever-knows.html' title='The Quiet things no one ever knows'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112880493685884645</id><published>2005-10-08T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:34:27.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unoppened letters to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unoppened letters to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was doing some stuff in my room, when I found some old letters. I wrote them like 1 year ago and never send them. And it made me think again over the old times. It was a time where I had such diffenrent friends. It was a letter to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. She was one of my best friends, back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were drifting apart and I just had the urge to write a letter, just to day so many untold things. Maybe it could have keept the friendship together. But I never send the letter, so I guess I will never know. And maybe it was even better, cause when I hear people talking about her, she hasn't changed much. She's just the same and I couldn't live with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're even friends now, we barely see eatch other and when we see eatch other, it's a little bit arkwared, but there is still this old thing we have between us, our humor. We can laugh about the funniest and unfunniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better like this, but maybe not. But I guess  I and nobody else will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112880493685884645?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112880493685884645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112880493685884645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112880493685884645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112880493685884645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/unoppened-letters-to-world.html' title='Unoppened letters to the world'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112837163294396497</id><published>2005-10-03T22:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T22:33:52.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol brings out the worst in you - or the best</title><content type='html'>Yeah, carnival is a funny thing. There's always plently of alcohol and nobody is afraid to drink. I guess carnival is like a special day here in Hagen. You met everyone and then you drink something together, which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people are just drunk after 2 hours. The worst day is monday, cause the carnival starts at 9 am and today was a free day for everyone. I already hated it when I was a little girl and didn't even understand it, but now, it's even worse. The people just can't speak anymore and all like grapping and everything. Absolutly hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are the moments, when some people are dunk and you see how much people care about them, cause they take care of them and bring them home, even if they could stay for like 5 hours. And then there is also my mum, who always gets more talktiv than she is when she's not drunk. She's just sweet and she talks about all her problems which is very good, cause when's she's not drunk, she is a keeper, and that's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're well and get the alcohol out of your system before you have to go to work/school! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112837163294396497?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112837163294396497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112837163294396497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112837163294396497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112837163294396497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/alcohol-brings-out-worst-in-you-or.html' title='Alcohol brings out the worst in you - or the best'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112818483049771911</id><published>2005-10-01T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:40:30.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival, Faire or whatever</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this weekend, it's carnival in my town. It's like this major event here and everybody is there. Every year, 1 months before the carnival actually is, everyone talks about it makes plans like who do I wanna go with, what do we drink etc. (Yeah, we're allowed to rink alcohol with 16, and we sure do it *gg* )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the first day of the carnival. I'm going with some of my friends, that I know like about 8 years now and it's gonna be awesome, I guess. We do a little drinking game before and then we're gonna rock! The best thing is, this carnival is 3 days long and normally I wouldn't be able to go on monday, cause I go to school in another city and we don't get free, but this monday is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tag der deutschen Einheit&lt;/span&gt;. But the best part is, on thuesday, I have to go to the 5th lesson, that's like 11.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whish you all a very cool and fun weekend. We're gonna meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112818483049771911?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112818483049771911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112818483049771911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112818483049771911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112818483049771911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/10/carnival-faire-or-whatever.html' title='Carnival, Faire or whatever'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112800579137174987</id><published>2005-09-29T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:56:31.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip is a pleasure - but don't gossip about your friends</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Gossip &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a pleasure, everyone does it, even if they don't tell. Well, there is a rule out there, never gossip about a friend, unless you wanna keep him/her. But where does telling someone something ends and where does gossip begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Iwere walking to biology and somehow the topic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H/L/J &lt;/span&gt;came up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;doesn't know everything but everyone is wondering about what is  going on. So we told her, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;had some problems. Nothing else. Well, somehow she saw that we were talking about it and she wrote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N  &lt;/span&gt;a letter and then she began to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello, she told 1000 other poeple about it and now, that we tell it, it's talking behind her back? Why shouldn't we tell, that they've got problems? I really don't know. She can bitch about it as long as she wants, but I don't have to keep up with her and beg to be her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is visiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; today? Me or you? And who has a boyfriend or not a boyfriend? Me or you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112800579137174987?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112800579137174987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112800579137174987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112800579137174987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112800579137174987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/gossip-is-pleasure-but-dont-gossip.html' title='Gossip is a pleasure - but don&apos;t gossip about your friends'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112775554488385893</id><published>2005-09-26T19:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:25:44.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Class couples are like so "in"</title><content type='html'>We have a new class couple. This school year started like 1 months ago and we have a class couple. Isn't that just cute? (&lt;--- Ironie) They don't even know eatch other. Never talked before Berlin and know they are a couple. They came together this saturday on the faire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't make jokes about it, cause my relastionship was/is also a class thing, but I knew him for about 5 years, and 2 years really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there are news of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt; cause she needs  a break and I guess they're history. It looks like she really likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;, even if no one of her old friends likes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there is so much drama in the lifes of my friends, I don't really need Drama. But I don't know, I feel really weird lately. When Iam alone, I want someone to be here and when someone is here, I just want them to go...don't know. It's not like this with everybody, but with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;(even if Iam a bitch)&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112775554488385893?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112775554488385893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112775554488385893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112775554488385893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112775554488385893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/class-couples-are-like-so-in.html' title='Class couples are like so &quot;in&quot;'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112755518667021134</id><published>2005-09-24T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T11:46:26.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrink music is great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked down on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just try your best, try everything you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves when you're away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle, it'll up the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, you know they're all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you're doing better on your own, so don't buy in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, just be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, don't write yourself off yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked down on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just do your best, do everything you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And don't you worry what the bitter hearts are gonna say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything will be just fine, everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Loving that song cause it's so true and I love the band, they play such great music. Especially loving them cause no one else does and they're all like, gosh, who is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112755518667021134?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112755518667021134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112755518667021134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112755518667021134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112755518667021134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/shrink-music-is-great.html' title='Shrink music is great'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112748492852878293</id><published>2005-09-23T16:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T19:15:58.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tons of things to do</title><content type='html'>Well, today is a bussy day. Have to do so many things while I just wanna have a lil bit free time. So, let's see if I can do everything I should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;cleaning my room&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;      &lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;cleaning the bathroom&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;burning a CD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;doing  a OTH book&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Homework&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;call Lara for plans for this evening&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;empty my trash can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;updating my calender&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt;Did quite a few things this evening, huh!? Gonna go to bed now, cause Iam soo fucking tired. Wish you all a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112748492852878293?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112748492852878293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112748492852878293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112748492852878293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112748492852878293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/tons-of-things-to-do.html' title='Tons of things to do'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112741899205109955</id><published>2005-09-22T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T21:56:32.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get the party started</title><content type='html'>Yeah, Iam so happy at the moment have so much fun with all the people bacl at school, it's just amazing. My whole next week and the weekend is booked and I just have to keep in my mind, that I also have to do my homework and not forget my boyfriend. Okay, I won't forget him, but it's all so fast living and exciting at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I didn't take drugs or something like that  *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112741899205109955?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112741899205109955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112741899205109955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112741899205109955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112741899205109955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/lets-get-party-started.html' title='Let&apos;s get the party started'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112715917293894720</id><published>2005-09-19T21:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:46:12.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own Show: Why do you think you're sick perssonally?</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess Iam living JUST IN THE WRONG COUNTRY! =(  Why does it has to be so gucking cold? I was dresses like it was 5°C or something: wollen socks, snickers, gloves, scarf, wollen pullover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and then iz's now. Couldn't it be like a week later? Tomorrow all the other drive to Berlin. It's not because of Berlib, but because of all the people and my favourite drink: Vanillia Latte. I can't find it in our city and even Starbucks hasn't got it. The café is called Balzag. Wanna go there....insteadt, I have to stay home in my bed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112715917293894720?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112715917293894720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112715917293894720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112715917293894720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112715917293894720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-very-own-show-why-do-you-think.html' title='My very own Show: Why do you think you&apos;re sick perssonally?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112689546637845708</id><published>2005-09-16T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:31:06.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Songs of 1988</title><content type='html'>*** Go to Music Outfitters and put in your birth year in the search box.&lt;br /&gt;*** The first link is likely the top 100 songs of that year.&lt;br /&gt;*** Cut and paste that list here.&lt;br /&gt;*** Bold the ones you actually KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;*** Pick a favorite; write that favorite kurisv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Faith, George Michael&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need You Tonight, INXS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Got My Mind Set On You, George Harrison&lt;br /&gt;4. Never Gonna Give You Up, Rick Astley&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/span&gt;, Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Emotional&lt;/span&gt;, Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;7. Heaven Is A Place On Earth, Belinda Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;8. Could've Been, Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;9. Hands To Heaven, Breathe&lt;br /&gt;10. Roll With It, Steve Winwood&lt;br /&gt;11. One More Try, George Michael&lt;br /&gt;12. Wishing Well, Terence Trent d'Arby&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything For You&lt;/span&gt;, Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine&lt;br /&gt;14. The Flame, Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;15. Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car, Billy Ocean&lt;br /&gt;16. Seasons Change, Expose&lt;br /&gt;17. Is This Love, Whitesnake&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild, Wild West&lt;/span&gt;, Escape Club&lt;br /&gt;19. Pour Some Sugar On Me, Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Always Love You&lt;/span&gt;, Taylor Dayne&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man In The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;22. Shake Your Love, Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;23. Simply Irresistible, Robert Palmer&lt;br /&gt;24. Hold On To The Nights, Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hungry Eyes&lt;/span&gt;, Eric Carnen&lt;br /&gt;26. Shattered Dreams, Johnny Hates Jazz&lt;br /&gt;27. Father Figure, George Michael&lt;br /&gt;28. Naught Girls (Need Love Too), Samantha Fox&lt;br /&gt;29. A Groovy Kind Of Love, Phil Collins&lt;br /&gt;30. Love Bites, Def Leppard&lt;br /&gt;31. Endless Summer Nights, Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;32. Foolish Beat, Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where Do Broken Hearts Go&lt;/span&gt;, Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;, Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;35. Hazy Shade Of Winter, Bangles&lt;br /&gt;36. The Way You Make Me Feel, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Worry, Be Happy&lt;/span&gt;, Bobby McFerrin&lt;br /&gt;38. Make Me Lose Control, Eric Carnen&lt;br /&gt;39. Red Red Wine, UB40&lt;br /&gt;40. She's Like The Wind, Patric Swayze&lt;br /&gt;41. Bad Medicine, Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;42. Kokomo, Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Don't Wanna Go On With You Like That&lt;/span&gt;, Elton John&lt;br /&gt;44. Together Forever, Rick Astley&lt;br /&gt;45. Monkey, George Michael&lt;br /&gt;46. Devil Inside, INXS&lt;br /&gt;47. Should've Known Better, Richard Marx&lt;br /&gt;48. I Don't Wanna Live Without Your Love, Chicago&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Loco-Motion&lt;/span&gt;, Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;50. What Have I Done To Deserve This?, Pet Shop Boys and Dusty Springfield&lt;br /&gt;51. Make It Real, Jets&lt;br /&gt;52. What's On Your Mind, Information Society&lt;br /&gt;53. Tell It To My Heart, Taylor Dayne&lt;br /&gt;54. Out Of The Blue, Debbie Gibson&lt;br /&gt;55. Don't You Want Me, Jody Watley&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desire&lt;/span&gt;, U2&lt;br /&gt;57. I Get Weak, Belinda Carlisle&lt;br /&gt;58. Sign Your Name, Terence Trent d'Arby&lt;br /&gt;59. I Want To Be Your Man, Roger&lt;br /&gt;60. Girlfriend, Pebbles&lt;br /&gt;61. Dirty Diana, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;62. 1-2-3, Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine&lt;br /&gt;63. Mercedes Boy, Pebbles&lt;br /&gt;64. Perfect World, Huey Lewis and the News&lt;br /&gt;65. New Sensation, INXS&lt;br /&gt;66. Catch Me (I'm Falling), Pretty Poison&lt;br /&gt;67. If It Isn't Love, New Edition&lt;br /&gt;68. Rocket 2 U, Jets&lt;br /&gt;69. One Good Woman, Peter Cetera&lt;br /&gt;70. Don't Be Cruel, Cheap Trick&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Candle In The Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Everything Your Heart Desires, Daryl Hall and John Oates&lt;br /&gt;73. Say You Will , Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;74. I Want Her, Keith Sweat&lt;br /&gt;75. Pink Cadillac, Natalie Cole&lt;br /&gt;76. Fast Car, Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;77. Electric Blue, Icehouse&lt;br /&gt;78. The Valley Road, Bruce Hornsby and The Range&lt;br /&gt;79. Don't Be Cruel, Bobby Brown&lt;br /&gt;80. Always On My Mind, Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;81. Piano In The Dark, Brenda Russell Featuring Joe Esposito&lt;br /&gt;82. When It's Love, Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;83. Don't Shed A Tear, Paul Carrack&lt;br /&gt;84. We'll Be Together, Sting&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Hate Myself For Loving You&lt;/span&gt;, Joan Jett and The Blackhearts&lt;br /&gt;86. I Don't Want To Live Without You, Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;87. Nite And Day, Al B. Sure&lt;br /&gt;88. Don't You Know What The Night Can Do, Steve Winwood&lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Moment In Time&lt;/span&gt;, Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;90. Can't Stay Away From You, Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine&lt;br /&gt;91. Kissing A Fool, George Michael&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherry Bomb&lt;/span&gt;, John Cougar Mellancamp&lt;br /&gt;93. I Still Believe, Brenda K. Starr&lt;br /&gt;94. I Found Someone, Cher&lt;br /&gt;95. Never Tear Us Apart, INXS&lt;br /&gt;96. Valerie, Steve Windwood&lt;br /&gt;97. Just Like Paradise, David Lee Roth&lt;br /&gt;98. Nothin' But A Good Time, Poison&lt;br /&gt;99. Wait, White Lion&lt;br /&gt;100. Prove Your Love, Taylor Dayne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112689546637845708?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112689546637845708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112689546637845708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112689546637845708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112689546637845708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/top-songs-of-1988.html' title='Top Songs of 1988'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112689310322369808</id><published>2005-09-16T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:23:30.483+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes are fun especially when it's boring =)</title><content type='html'>2 things you ate today:&lt;br /&gt;1) chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2) salad sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 people you got e-mail from:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Sandra&lt;br /&gt;2) Steffi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 people you sent e-mail to:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Sandra&lt;br /&gt;2)  Jule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things on your desk:&lt;br /&gt;1) pen&lt;br /&gt;2) telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 people you are missing right now:&lt;br /&gt;1)  my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;2)  Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you can see from your window:&lt;br /&gt;1)  street&lt;br /&gt;2)  our garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 movies you watched:&lt;br /&gt;1)  Band of Brothers&lt;br /&gt;2)  The Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you did today to waste time:&lt;br /&gt;1)  listen to music&lt;br /&gt;2) clean my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 songs you listened to today&lt;br /&gt;1)  Veronica Mars Theme&lt;br /&gt;2)  Hanging by a moment - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Things you need to do today&lt;br /&gt;1) Go To This Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;2)  watch Reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thoughts you are keeping in mind today&lt;br /&gt;1)  Do your homework&lt;br /&gt;2)  Go do this birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iam a movie whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;(X ) The Mexican&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;( ) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;(X) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Garden State&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Young Frankenstien&lt;br /&gt;( ) AnchorMan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;(X) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(X) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jason X&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(X) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;(X) Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;( ) Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;(X) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(X) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) 13 Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(X) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(X) Thirteen Going On 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Robot&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dodgeball&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;( ) Along Came A Spider&lt;br /&gt;(X) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;(X) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(X) Meet the Parents&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;(X) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;( ) Dumb &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;(X) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;(X) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go to White Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;( ) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;( ) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Whole Ten Yards&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(X) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bad Boys&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seven (SE7EN)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Oceans Eleven (the original version)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Oceans Twelve&lt;br /&gt;( ) Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;(X) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Christine&lt;br /&gt;(X) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;(X) My Boss' Daughter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Frailty&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(X) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;(X) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(X) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) X-Men 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Others&lt;br /&gt;(X) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ring of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ray&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;(X) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hitch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Back Door Sluts 9&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anal Acres 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Anal Acres 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) B-Cup Divas&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Fifth Element&lt;br /&gt;(X) Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace&lt;br /&gt;(X) Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;( ) Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;(X) Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi&lt;br /&gt;(X) Troop Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimming with Sharks&lt;br /&gt;(X) Air Force One&lt;br /&gt;( ) For Richer or Poorer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Trainspotting&lt;br /&gt;( ) People Under the Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blue Velvet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;( ) Parent Trap&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Burbs&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;( ) Empire Records&lt;br /&gt;( ) SLC Punk&lt;br /&gt;( ) Meet Joe Black&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wild Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Order&lt;br /&gt;(X) Spiderman&lt;br /&gt;(X) Spiderman 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Amelie&lt;br /&gt;(X) Mean Girls&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Collateral&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Fast &amp;amp; The Furious&lt;br /&gt;(X) 2 Fast 2 Furious&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(X) Closer&lt;br /&gt;(X) Titanic&lt;br /&gt;(X) Saved!&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bowling for Columbine&lt;br /&gt;(X) Farenheit 9/11&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Sixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;(X) Artificial Intelligence (AI)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Love Actually&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shutter&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ella Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;(X) Princess Diaries 1&lt;br /&gt;(X) Princess Diaries 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Constantine&lt;br /&gt;( ) Million Dollar Baby&lt;br /&gt;( ) Envy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eurotrip&lt;br /&gt;( ) Malibu's Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;(X) Big Daddy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;(X) The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;(X) West Side Story&lt;br /&gt;(X) A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Spanglish&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sleepover&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Evil Dead&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killer Klowns From Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(X) Vanilla Sky&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;(X) Interview With the Vampire&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Crow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Purple Rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reservoir Dogs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wayne's World&lt;br /&gt;( ) Wayne's World 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) 21 Grams&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blow&lt;br /&gt;( ) Edward Scissorhands&lt;br /&gt;( ) Clerks&lt;br /&gt;(X) Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;( ) Guess Who&lt;br /&gt;( ) Monster In-Law&lt;br /&gt;( ) Elf&lt;br /&gt;(X) Stuart Little&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stuart Little 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mall Rats&lt;br /&gt;(X) Chasing Amy&lt;br /&gt;(X) Dogma&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Beetlejuice&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Last Samurai&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Amityville Horror&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Aviator&lt;br /&gt;(X) Romeo and Juliet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Barbershop&lt;br /&gt;( ) Beauty Shop&lt;br /&gt;(X) Legally Blonde&lt;br /&gt;(X) Legally Blonde 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;(X) Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen&lt;br /&gt;( ) Grudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Iam. It's like 95 movies I saw out of the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112689310322369808?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112689310322369808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112689310322369808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112689310322369808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112689310322369808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/quizzes-are-fun-especially-when-its.html' title='Quizzes are fun especially when it&apos;s boring =)'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112688338212008754</id><published>2005-09-16T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:09:42.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own personal Love-Triangle</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well, that's cool, right? I love them on tv shows, especially, when the guy I like gets the girl in the end. It's just so awesome, cause there's drama and tears and people who are in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, it isn't that great in real life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L , H &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; is the girl and she is together with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J. &lt;/span&gt;They're together like 4 and a half months. It isn't always great with them, but most of the time. So there's this guy in our class who she has so much fun with. I wrote about it earlier. But then she cames to terms, that she loves still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J, &lt;/span&gt;even when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; confessed his love for her. Strange world. So this weekend, they're hanging out together. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; says, that a friend of mine has to come with her, so she doesn't do a drunken mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello, if she knows that she might kiss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; when she's drunk, it's like she already knows that she is going to cheat. Very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you, real life sucks, cause your in the middle of this and you can't just hit the stop button or the pause button or even the back button to do everything in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112688338212008754?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112688338212008754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112688338212008754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112688338212008754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112688338212008754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-very-own-personal-love-triangle.html' title='My very own personal Love-Triangle'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112679744850148027</id><published>2005-09-15T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:17:28.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The 11th September 2001 still touches our hearts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/CourtneyB416/In20Remembrance20of20September2011t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/CourtneyB416/In20Remembrance20of20September2011t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it's 4 days late, but I really wanted to post my thoughts of the day. It's been 4 years already since the day that changed the world. And I still think about it and read about ir with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exactly remember what I did the day. We were at my aunts because my mother wanted to do some laundry. They had the TV on and I was just standing there and telling my mom to come and eat cake. I could slap myself for it now, but at that time, I didn't know what had happened. I thought it was a movie or something. It hit me when we were home and it was shown on every channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta collected everything I could find about it in the newspaper and taped some stuff. I still have the newspaper articles. And when the song "Only Time" from Enya is playing, I still see those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you might think what I have to do with all this and why I think about it so much. Yes, Iam German, but Iam also a human. Maybe it's because I was always fascinated about America. I read Books about World War II just as much as I read novels. I love America and what it stands for. I even have some friends there. I only now them online, but they're just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your politicans have different opinions of some things, the Iraq for example, our thoughts are still with them. It really is the day the world changed. There were so many new things we were confronted with and it was the first historical thing I actually saw and lived. I mean, yeah, the Mauer may be a bigger thing for Germany, but I don't have a connection with it like with the 09-11-01.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things changed over the 4 years. I was 13 and now Iam 17. My view on many things is different and I don't like all the things the politicans of America do, but I still love the country. And it could also happen to us one day. And we wanna help them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Memory Of All Who Died On 09-11-01. May God Be With Them And Theit Familys. And I Hope One Day, There Will Be Peace On Our Earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112679744850148027?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112679744850148027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112679744850148027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112679744850148027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112679744850148027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/11th-september-2001-still-touches-our.html' title='The 11th September 2001 still touches our hearts..'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112670544814648137</id><published>2005-09-14T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:44:08.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What have weird voices to do with friendship?</title><content type='html'>A lot. Well, in my new class, there are a few really cool people. Today we had a art lesson in the as last. It was just so annoying, cause everyone was just lazy and wanted to go home, because we had 2 free hours before. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; and I were just hanging around and didn't listen at all to what the teacher said. We were doing all these crazy and strange voices and it was just a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really cool and open. Iam sitting next to her in Art and Chemistry. It's really funny and such an pleasent time, cause I don't have to listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Why can't they just be normal. Even the other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; is really bitchy about them right now. It's really true, they're annoying. Just because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; has such a blast with him and doens't care about her former friends anymore means I don't have to sit next to her. I mean, hello, just make your decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Iam annoyed in school most of the time, but at home, Iam just happy and hyper. That isn't a bad thing, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112670544814648137?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112670544814648137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112670544814648137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112670544814648137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112670544814648137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-have-weird-voices-to-do-with.html' title='What have weird voices to do with friendship?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112653040728709240</id><published>2005-09-12T14:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:06:47.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying people who used to be your friends</title><content type='html'>Yeah, come on, who doens't hate people who just annoy the hell out of them? Since where in the new school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; is just annoying. She found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; who is also just like her - yeah, loud, a little bit pervy and just, annoying. They laugh all the time, what is really nice, but not about theses things. I love to laugh and talk in lessons, but not all the time. Especially, when they don't listen and then they ask you and you can't listen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you tell them, to stop it, they just ignore it. I mean, hell, if they such good friends, they should at least say the truth. It's really ridicules. They're flirting all  the time and he even old her, that he loves her. Yeah, but she has a boyfriend and didn't even tell him. Yeah, that's trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you two, just grow up and respect other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112653040728709240?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112653040728709240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112653040728709240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112653040728709240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112653040728709240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/annoying-people-who-used-to-be-your.html' title='Annoying people who used to be your friends'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112639086899219579</id><published>2005-09-11T00:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:21:09.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New sick fascination</title><content type='html'>Yeah, well let's call it that. I really got another obessesion. It's "Veronica Mars" and "Supernatural". It's weird with all my TV shows. I watch at this moment in english, One Tree Hill, The O.C., Laguna Beach, Supernatural, Everwood and Veronica Mars. And in german, I watch Desperate Housewifes, LOST and Friends. Actually, I think it's too much, but I love all the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's nice to escape the real world and just think about other stuff, which will never happen to myself. I mean, hello, would I ever got such a hottie like James Lafferty or Jensen Ackles? ;) Well, I hope it's not negative and I don't hide from the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately I feel like I'm living more than ever. Mostly because of the new school and the new friends. Especially one really good friend. I love to talk to her, because she already knows what I think and we have kinda the same humor. So, Iam really lucky to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112639086899219579?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112639086899219579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112639086899219579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112639086899219579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112639086899219579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-sick-fascination.html' title='New sick fascination'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112595176914092138</id><published>2005-09-05T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:22:49.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, drama is coming up in my life</title><content type='html'>At this point of my life I can't complain about having to much time. When I was in 10th grade, I had so much free time and always complained about how much time I had. Now I absolutly have no time for hanging around anymore, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really frustraiting, because then there are people who don't understand it. And when you talk about it, all they say, it's my fault we don't see eatch other that much anymore. I guess this is the point where it is going to end right now or it's going to hold a really long time. It's weird, cause I always wanted a little bit drama in my life and now I have it and I can't controll it, what really scares me. Maybe I just have to make my decision. Would be better for everybody, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you! *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112595176914092138?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112595176914092138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112595176914092138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112595176914092138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112595176914092138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-drama-is-coming-up-in-my-life.html' title='Well, drama is coming up in my life'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-112582707641672628</id><published>2005-09-04T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:44:36.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back on track</title><content type='html'>So, the pc is whole again and I can write again. It's awesome, right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's see, so many things happened this summer holidays, but I don't want to tell everything and I can't. Some people changed, some are just the same and with some, I really think, Iam making some really good friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a little lyric I have to think of so many times in the last days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's one thing to ask why we brake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you ever wondered why it is we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-112582707641672628?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/112582707641672628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=112582707641672628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112582707641672628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/112582707641672628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back-on-track.html' title='I&apos;m back on track'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111929206678698943</id><published>2005-06-20T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:27:46.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I never sleep in</title><content type='html'>Or at last I thought so. Today we wrote Maths. We had to come to the seconds lesson and the total ass Iam, I slept 'till 10.30 am. So I got to school when the 5.the lesson began. Even the teacher laughed when I told her th story and all my classmates laughed their asses off. But everyone had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see you in the freibad or somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111929206678698943?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111929206678698943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111929206678698943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111929206678698943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111929206678698943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-never-sleep-in.html' title='I never sleep in'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111869429938240372</id><published>2005-06-13T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:24:59.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends alone...</title><content type='html'>....are really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never was that alone on a weekend since I don't know, half a year. It was just so boring. I was tired all the time and couldn't sleep. I was just to active for sleeping, but too tired for doing anything real. Is that logical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends were somewhere. A birthday, a team celebration, a horse riding thing, a handball thing  and I couldn't come with them cause I was sick, again. But, hell, yeah, I havn't been sick for almost 2 months, so it had to be done ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your weekend wasn't so boring and Iam very pleased, that the weekend is over. It just can get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111869429938240372?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111869429938240372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111869429938240372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111869429938240372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111869429938240372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekends-alone.html' title='Weekends alone...'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111833677539370778</id><published>2005-06-09T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:06:15.400+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know that...</title><content type='html'>SECTION 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ most hated nickname:Maschendrahtzaun&lt;br /&gt;+ Type of Burial and location of burial: I want to be cremated...and the ash should be blown in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;+ Hopeful Death Year: 2077&lt;br /&gt;+ Lowest GPA ever:&lt;br /&gt;+Favorite Evil Thing to say or do: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;+ Is your tongue long, medium or short: uhm, just normal&lt;br /&gt;+ Hair color: brown&lt;br /&gt;+ Eye color: green-blue&lt;br /&gt;+ Style: jeans with elegant things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 2 - HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on someone?: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ Been Cheated on?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Fallen off the bed?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Broken someone's heart?: sort of&lt;br /&gt;+ Had your heart broken?: no&lt;br /&gt;+ Had a dream come true?: yes&lt;br /&gt;+ Done something you regret?: I've done some things that are wrong, when I look at them now, but I guess everyone makes mistakes and that's how you get to be yourself&lt;br /&gt;+ Cheated on a test: Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 3 - CURRENTLY+&lt;br /&gt;Wearing?: jeans and a h&amp;m pullover&lt;br /&gt;+ Listening to?:Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;+ Located?: in my room&lt;br /&gt;+ Chatting with?: no one&lt;br /&gt;+ Watching?: just the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;+ Should REALLY be doing?: learning for a test an do my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 4 - DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;+ Brush your teeth?: ohu, yeah&lt;br /&gt;+ Have any piercings?: I had, but just my ears&lt;br /&gt;+ Drive?: yeah, my bike ;)&lt;br /&gt;+ Drink?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;+ Smoke?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 5 - THE LAST PERSON YOU...&lt;br /&gt;+ Hugged?: My mum&lt;br /&gt;+ Kissed?: my lovely boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;+ IMed?:&lt;br /&gt;+ Yelled at?:Klaus, he's just kinda stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 6 - PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you want to be when you finish college?: Don't know that. Want to do so many things, own a cafe, or be a writer&lt;br /&gt;+ What has been the best day of your life?: Class trip to Berlin&lt;br /&gt;+ What has been the worst day of your life?: Oh gosh, I guess when my grandpa died&lt;br /&gt;+ What comes first in your life?: my friends and family&lt;br /&gt;+ Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/crush?: got a boyfriends *smile*&lt;br /&gt;+ What are you most scared of?: that Iam not going to life my dreams because of what people think about it&lt;br /&gt;+ What do you usually think about before you go to bed?: About what I have to do the next day&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your family?: yeah, more than ever&lt;br /&gt;+ Love your friends?: at this moment, I don't want to let them go, ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 7 - FAVORITE&lt;br /&gt;+ Movie: Bring it on, Crazy/beautiful, A Walk To Remember&lt;br /&gt;+ Song: My Immortal, Evernasence&lt;br /&gt;+ Band: Travis, Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;+ Store: H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;+ Relative: mom and brother&lt;br /&gt;+ Sport: Handball, volleyball&lt;br /&gt;+ Ice Cream Flavor: vanillia&lt;br /&gt;+ Fruit: cherry&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;+ Day of the Week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;+ Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;+ Name for a Girl:&lt;br /&gt;+ Name for a Boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 8 - DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give hugs?: who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to give kisses?: That's a question?&lt;br /&gt;+ Prefer black or blue pens?: blue&lt;br /&gt;+ Like to travel?: I live for it!&lt;br /&gt;+ Sleep on your side, stomach or back?: on my side&lt;br /&gt;+ Have a goldfish?: nope&lt;br /&gt;+ Ever have the falling dream?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;+ Have stuffed animals?: tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 9 - WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT...&lt;br /&gt;+ Suicide: I guess everybody has to think about for him/herself&lt;br /&gt;+ Smoking: hate the smell, but hey, it's everybodys won life&lt;br /&gt;+ Summer: greatest time ever&lt;br /&gt;+ Tattoos: I like them, want to have one myself&lt;br /&gt;+ Piercings: Well, I like decent ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECTION 10 - This or That&lt;br /&gt;+ Pierced nose or tongue?: nose&lt;br /&gt;+ Single or taken?: taken&lt;br /&gt;+ MTV or BET?:MTV&lt;br /&gt;+ 7th Heaven or Dawson's Creek?: Dawson's Creek all the way&lt;br /&gt;+Sugar or salt?: Sugar&lt;br /&gt;+ Silver or gold?: Silver&lt;br /&gt;+ Chocolate or flowers?: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;+ Color or Black-and-white photos?: Black and white&lt;br /&gt;+ M&amp;Ms or Skittles?: M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;+ Stay up late or sleep in?: Stay up late&lt;br /&gt;+ Hot or cold?: Hot&lt;br /&gt;+ Mustard or ketchup?: ketchup&lt;br /&gt;+ Spring or Fall?: Spring, in fall, it just rains so much&lt;br /&gt;+ Happy or sad?: Happy&lt;br /&gt;+ Wonder or amazement?: amazement&lt;br /&gt;+ Mexican or Italian: Italian&lt;br /&gt;+ Candy or Soda?: Soda&lt;br /&gt;+ Pepsi or Coke?: Coke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111833677539370778?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111833677539370778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111833677539370778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111833677539370778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111833677539370778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-know-that.html' title='Do you know that...'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111807550064906699</id><published>2005-06-06T18:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:31:40.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a new sister ;)</title><content type='html'>So, the weekend without my parents is over and it was really cool. I spent post of the time with Vanessa, like 40 of 48 hours. It was just awesome because we had so much fun. In the evening, we hang out and did a few girly things and in the night, we visited a few people and had fun with them. Then I slept there and it was really like I had a foster family or something. Hope it's gonna be like that for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111807550064906699?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111807550064906699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111807550064906699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111807550064906699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111807550064906699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/got-new-sister.html' title='Got a new sister ;)'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111778757238869847</id><published>2005-06-03T10:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:33:00.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only today: The big exam!</title><content type='html'>So today is the big day. Iam a little bit nervous, but it's alright. I got an hour and then I have to go. Guess Iam going to read everything one more time and then Iam ready. So, wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents left today for Kiel. They're going to go to Goeteburg in Sweden on a ship. A weekend just for me! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111778757238869847?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111778757238869847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111778757238869847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111778757238869847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111778757238869847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-today-big-exam.html' title='Only today: The big exam!'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111762678630599281</id><published>2005-06-01T13:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:53:06.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Free days just for learning suck</title><content type='html'>Well, Iam absolutly pissed. We get three days off, but have one day an origian exam. Totally stupid. Mine is on friday and I have to learn until then. So my free days are just for learning. The guys who have their exam on Wednesday have their free days to party or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every normal person would learn, but I just hand out with myself and other friends. Iam just too lazy and I know for sure, that my exam is going to suck totally. But I did my homework and then there are just like 3 weeks of school and then it's all over. Thank good. The last half year was really too much for me. Just hanging out, but then suddenly learning, learning, learning. Not going to do much homework in the next three weeks of school. I should do it, but I know Iam going to graduate and Iam going to be in school next year, so why not being lazy insteadt of working your ass off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love me for my theory, that's for sure. Looking forward to this weekend, cause it's just me and my brother, that are home. Gonna be freaking awesome. Let's see where the party gets started ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111762678630599281?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111762678630599281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111762678630599281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111762678630599281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111762678630599281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/06/free-days-just-for-learning-suck.html' title='Free days just for learning suck'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111729888841316773</id><published>2005-05-28T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:48:08.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer days</title><content type='html'>Was in the city today and got some new things. After that I was in the "Freibad" (don't know  the word for that, sorry). It's weird cause Iam hanging out with totally different people than last year, but I guess everythings changing. The guys from last year, don't even come over anymore. It's strange. I thought we were really friends, cause I know them for propably 6 years now and they don't even call anymore. And I don't want to be the one who calls all the time. It's really distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be away tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111729888841316773?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111729888841316773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111729888841316773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111729888841316773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111729888841316773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer-days.html' title='Summer days'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111719455779629411</id><published>2005-05-27T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T13:49:17.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who thought the sun would be so nice?</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe some of you know, that I love the summer and especially a summer with sun and like 35°C. And now it is like that. It's totally warm and you my skin is so brown right now, that Iam going to be black in June, when the weather keeps up with that much sun.&lt;br /&gt;This evening, Iam at a Abi-Party and I hope it's going to be great. Iam there with a few girls of my class and hopefully V will also be there.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Iam going shopping with my mum and my siblings. I have to get up early, but that doens't matter because I'll get a few really cool things, or at least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for the moment, cause I have to go - Swimming and lying lazy in the sun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111719455779629411?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111719455779629411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111719455779629411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111719455779629411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111719455779629411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-thought-sun-would-be-so-nice.html' title='Who thought the sun would be so nice?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111695215420972946</id><published>2005-05-24T18:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T18:29:14.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you read the titel you're gonna now what this is about. Yeah, I got a new boyfriend. I took the chance and I'll see where it'll take me. But I have the feeling, that it's gonna gold for a long time, I mean, in my opinion. Love is such a weird feeling. Don't know how to descripe it. You just like the person and you're so happy and giggly like all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, other news. Let's see, not much, but we only have one month of school left and that's really strange. It's gonna be such a fucking great summer, or at least I hope so. Gonna see what the other people are going to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111695215420972946?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111695215420972946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111695215420972946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111695215420972946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111695215420972946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111686979898487433</id><published>2005-05-23T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T19:36:38.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, stupid pc, you!</title><content type='html'>First of all, a big fat sorry, because I havn't written for a very long time. But it's so not my fault. The stupid Internet is sooo slow and doesn't load the sites. Iam writing from a friends pc, but I hope our pc will be okay soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there are so much news, but I can't tell you everything.The class trip was really awesome and the days after that, too. I hope I can upload a few pics and post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go, but I promise I will tell you more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111686979898487433?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111686979898487433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111686979898487433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111686979898487433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111686979898487433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/05/yeah-stupid-pc-you.html' title='Yeah, stupid pc, you!'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111524226998145185</id><published>2005-05-04T23:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:31:09.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wished you could live a day all over again?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know, I stole this quote from Joey drom Episode #320 of DC and Iam really sorry, but that's the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it really is like, oh you could have done that different and maybe everything would have turned out alright. But you never know. Sometimes you were just too shy, or too moody, or something. But then there are days, you want to live all over again because they were so great and you wanna live through it one more time.&lt;br /&gt;But that never happens, okay, sometimes when you habe a dream about it, but that happens not often, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 4 days until class-trip. Iam really excited and hope it's gonna be fucking great, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111524226998145185?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111524226998145185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111524226998145185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111524226998145185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111524226998145185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-you-ever-wished-you-could-live.html' title='Have you ever wished you could live a day all over again?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111469005297021235</id><published>2005-04-28T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:07:32.970+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A week with only 2 real days</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those weeks we're you only had like 2 real work days? We only had Monday and Tuesday real school and now we're doing something like a day for the parents. Really funny because you are in groups and you can listen to music, talk etc. WE have like 3 of these weeks in May and then we're having a class trip. It's really cool and Iam so looking forward to these weeks. Especially because everything ends soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go and do something for money this day and then there is the first May! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111469005297021235?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111469005297021235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111469005297021235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111469005297021235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111469005297021235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/week-with-only-2-real-days.html' title='A week with only 2 real days'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111384364133008527</id><published>2005-04-18T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T19:00:41.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning, learning, break, learning and more learning</title><content type='html'>That's all I've done today. And I also have to do my homework. But it feels good, that I got this learning stuff done. It's always so distracting, when I can do other things, but today I totally focused on learning maths. In two days, the big exam is there and I really hope everything is going to be fine. I just have to get a C or a D and everything would be like a" big party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the maths exam, there is just time for my friends and stuff I wanted to get done a long time ago. Time for reading and especially for writing. It's so good to be in the last year of high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish you all luck with the big exams! You can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111384364133008527?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111384364133008527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111384364133008527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111384364133008527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111384364133008527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/learning-learning-break-learning-and.html' title='Learning, learning, break, learning and more learning'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111358475320954167</id><published>2005-04-15T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:05:53.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>False Friends</title><content type='html'>In the latest time, I more and more have the feeling, that some of my oldest friends are playing false. I don't know how I got that feeling, but lately they seem to be so different and strange. They are this quiet when you stand or sit next to them. But on the other hand, there a re people in my life, I beginn to love more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, we write a test in english about false friends ;) *gg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111358475320954167?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111358475320954167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111358475320954167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111358475320954167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111358475320954167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/false-friends.html' title='False Friends'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111296461664226122</id><published>2005-04-08T14:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:56:48.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love the forheadkiss =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="cuddle and a kiss" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277815_tioncuddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be&lt;br /&gt;close to your special someone and feel warm,&lt;br /&gt;comfortable, and needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Totally love the dorhead kiss, such a sweet gesture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;You know you love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111296461664226122?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111296461664226122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111296461664226122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111296461664226122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111296461664226122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/gotta-love-forheadkiss.html' title='Gotta love the forheadkiss =)'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111280304689888001</id><published>2005-04-06T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:57:26.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>So, school just came around the courner. It's awesome to meet all the people again. We're having so much fun bitching and moaning about all the homework and the test we're going to have, it's really great. I don't understand how people don't want to go to school. I mean, it's the best time of your life. You meet really awesome poeple, have much free time and only have to study a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really understand why poeple say, that they're missing school as soon as they work. You don't have that much time for your friends, you're growing up so fast and deon't have that much time for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna have that for three years from now on and it's gonna be awesome, I really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111280304689888001?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111280304689888001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111280304689888001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111280304689888001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111280304689888001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111237988274515241</id><published>2005-04-01T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:29:31.326+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sooo not a fool!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so wish me all a happy fools day. Yeah, I admit it, someone played a prank on me and it worked. Embrassing, I know!&lt;br /&gt;But you sure as hell don't want to know who it was and what the person did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe Iam a fool. For not letting the person in, that likes me, maybe even more. Yeah, I know. Be happy that you could have someone who loves you. Yeah, right, but there is also this possibility, that I fall in love and then everything turns upsight down or me getting bored and I don't care anymore. So, both things would hurt someone and that is the last thing I need and especially that guy needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's only this weekend and then I'm gonna see him again. Let's see what it brings. But Iam in such a good mood, it's not even possible, that it's going to be a stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, happy fools day and I hope for all of you, that someone played a prank and you didn't get it! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me, Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111237988274515241?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111237988274515241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111237988274515241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111237988274515241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111237988274515241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-sooo-not-fool.html' title='I&apos;m sooo not a fool!'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111167968825974406</id><published>2005-03-24T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T16:54:48.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are the best time ever</title><content type='html'>So, the Easter holidays are a few days old, but I was sick (yeah, again) and didn't feel like writing anything at all. So now the sun is out and I can lie in the sun with my MP3-Player and a book. I don't know for how long I havn't done that. I love the summer, cause you can do everything with an open window or you can do everything outside. It's way better than winter and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends don't have that much time or are just so lazy to do anything, but I don't have a problem with that, so I can get all the work done, I want to get done for so long. But call me, if anything great comes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111167968825974406?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111167968825974406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111167968825974406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111167968825974406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111167968825974406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/holidays-are-best-time-ever.html' title='Holidays are the best time ever'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111133459017782212</id><published>2005-03-20T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:03:10.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice, where are you?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I lost my voice over the weekend. On Friday I was at a birthday party, which was by the way great, drunk something and when I woke up on saturday morning, my was raspy and dark. I was like, okay, that happens everytime I drink beer, but when I woke up this morning, I completly lost my voice. It's not even funny anymore. But I guess it will come back, at least I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111133459017782212?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111133459017782212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111133459017782212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111133459017782212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111133459017782212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/voice-where-are-you.html' title='Voice, where are you?'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111098274180262366</id><published>2005-03-16T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T15:19:01.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being succsesfull is the best way</title><content type='html'>I'm in such a good mood. The sun is shining, it really warm, like 15° Celcius and the wind is also warm. Everyone is in a good mood and then there are things that just get better and better. I got an B+ for my German Exam and a B- in a Maths test. It's totally awesome and I love it. It's the greatest thing that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to visit &lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt; in the hospital today. Just looking how she is, and if she is okay. Hope so, but I think she will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u have a wonderful day and Happy Birthday to Janna. Wish you all good things on earth and I'm crossing my fingers for your Exam tomorrow! *hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111098274180262366?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111098274180262366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111098274180262366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111098274180262366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111098274180262366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-succsesfull-is-best-way.html' title='Being succsesfull is the best way'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111090266657557775</id><published>2005-03-15T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T17:04:26.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post of the week [08.03-14.03.05]</title><content type='html'>So here Iam again....a day late, but Iam here. That's what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Song of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;Welcome to my life by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Book of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; The Insider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie of the week:&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy/Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsession of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being sick&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing maths&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing Handball&lt;br /&gt;4. Punkchicks takeover Nathan Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;Did my homework, watched OTH and learned for maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Still sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday: &lt;/strong&gt;Also sick, but I did my homework and prepared myself for the French Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: &lt;/strong&gt;Wrote the Frensh Exam, was at the birthday party of my aunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday: &lt;/strong&gt;Slept late in, wrote a new story, called with a few people, played Handball, did my homework of the complete last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;My Mum's birthday, did my Schiri-Thing, got all happy, learned for the Geography test on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111090266657557775?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111090266657557775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111090266657557775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111090266657557775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111090266657557775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/post-of-week-0803-140305.html' title='Post of the week [08.03-14.03.05]'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111039477547621667</id><published>2005-03-09T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:59:35.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sick...again</title><content type='html'>So, Iam sick, again. Like for the thousands time this year. I hate being sick. Yeah, everybody tells you that it is cool, so you can just hang out. But first, there is the pain, second there is the pain and third, you have to be careful that you don't die because of boredness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are this great friends, oh yeah, I love them. Nobody really called and asked what's going on. Oh gosh, I feel so loved right now. I guess being depressed is kinda the right word to discripe myself at the moment. And watching Series with bitter, sarcastic people isn't a help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is I have to write a Frensh exam and you know, I kinda hate frensh. It's the worst language ever. Nothing against frensh people, but the language really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, now you don't love me anymore cause noboy loves bitter persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being here,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111039477547621667?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111039477547621667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111039477547621667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111039477547621667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111039477547621667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-sickagain.html' title='Being sick...again'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-111021302664892767</id><published>2005-03-07T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:30:26.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post of the week [28.0205-07.03.05]</title><content type='html'>So I decided to make a post every monday to review the week with any special events and what I did the whole week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Song of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;Emanuela by Fettes Brot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Book of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;Gossip Girl: I'm worth it by Cecil von Zeger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Movie of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;OTH #216 and O.C. #206&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onsession of the week:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The big exams&lt;br /&gt;2. Lara's B-Day&lt;br /&gt;3. OTH DVD Box&lt;br /&gt;4. O.C. 2nd Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;Wrote my German exam, and sleeped the whole afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Helped my little sis with english, got my OTH DVD and had practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/strong&gt;Watched the OTH DVD and learned for the english Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirsday: &lt;/strong&gt;Wrote the english exam, hung out with Vanessa at McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday: &lt;/strong&gt;Wrote a lot for "The Creek", telephoned a lot, was at Lara's B-Day-Party, and slept over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday: &lt;/strong&gt;Did my paper route, watched Handball, read, watched O.C. and went to bed early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;Slept long, did the rest of my paper route and played Sims with my little sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm not very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you still know that you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-111021302664892767?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/111021302664892767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=111021302664892767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111021302664892767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/111021302664892767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/post-of-week-280205-070305.html' title='Post of the week [28.0205-07.03.05]'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-110995009550918098</id><published>2005-03-04T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:28:15.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying the whole night</title><content type='html'>So today is the birthday of one of my friends, &lt;em&gt;L&lt;/em&gt;. (The one I will go to school with next year) I'm so excited about it because all of my classmates will be there and we're doing karaoke. I just love playing this game. I'm sitting at home and Iam just all happy and giggily. And I'm like: Oh my gosh, what am I going to wear? Straight hear? Curly hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being like this and I hope it will be just as great as I think it will be. And the rest of the weekend, I have to do school stuf. I mean, I really have to. It's all ending in like 2 months and our class is like: Okay, we're done, let's have fun (has a nice ring to it *g*).  So, we'll see what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all a really good weekend and a very good friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-110995009550918098?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/110995009550918098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=110995009550918098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110995009550918098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110995009550918098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/partying-whole-night.html' title='Partying the whole night'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-110979663901638939</id><published>2005-03-02T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:50:39.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning sucks</title><content type='html'>So, today I wanted to learn for an english exam, but just the way Iam, I couldn't focus on anything. I had to do everything other and was really bored. It's the same with maths. I had to do 6 exercises from tuesday to thursday and the way Iam, I just began today and I won't be ready until saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks that I can't focus on school in the moment, just when it's important because of my exams and my greaduation. Somehow there's always something more interesting and you know, it's always that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to tomorrow morning. It's cold (it snows *arg*! Hate that), and I'm very pissed at myself. So I guess life sucks at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-110979663901638939?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/110979663901638939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=110979663901638939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110979663901638939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110979663901638939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/03/learning-sucks.html' title='Learning sucks'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-110937049156037463</id><published>2005-02-25T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:28:11.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I love papers and my friends</title><content type='html'>So today &lt;strong&gt;B, L, M &lt;/strong&gt;and I did something for our school journal. It was just so funny and we laughed a lot. I don't know when I had so much fun for the last time. It was just hiliarous. And the end we just decided to do a single site just of our "Making the school Journal" . We shoot a lot of photos and I guess it was just the atmosphare and everything. So tomorrow we gonna meet again and let's see if it's so much fun, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to start learning for my &lt;em&gt;Big German Exam&lt;/em&gt; which will be written on monday. So I wish you all luck of the world for you're exams and cross my finger that you'll get the mark you want and need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-110937049156037463?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/110937049156037463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=110937049156037463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110937049156037463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110937049156037463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-papers-and-my-friends.html' title='I love papers and my friends'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</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-9562765.post-110901410099769967</id><published>2005-02-21T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:28:20.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always boring when you're tired</title><content type='html'>So I client my room the whole day and was really productiv. Yeah, I client my room, I know what you think. This activity is rare, but when I clean, then I really clean everything. I had like 2 cartoons of things I didin't want anymore.&lt;br /&gt; I also got new shoes *yeah* Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm sitting at school doing "Informatik" and it's so boring and I'm getting really tired. The teahcer has no clue, so we get a lot of time for doing things we like to do, just like writing in my blog. *g*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in the next days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9562765-110901410099769967?l=anna1988.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/feeds/110901410099769967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9562765&amp;postID=110901410099769967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110901410099769967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9562765/posts/default/110901410099769967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anna1988.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-always-boring-when-youre-tired.html' title='It&apos;s always boring when you&apos;re tired'/><author><name>Just Being Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309122230878072788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
