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morning'/><category term='glitter'/><category term='car'/><category term='friends'/><category term='heart shaped pillow'/><category term='until you&apos;re mine'/><category term='osage-orange'/><category term='turkey'/><category term='calm'/><category term='watermelon'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='no bed'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='great mp3 player'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='upset'/><category term='Target'/><category term='random'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='sanrio character'/><category term='2010'/><category term='party'/><category term='card'/><category term='bored'/><category term='kawaii'/><category term='happy'/><category term='clean room pictures'/><category term='play station 2'/><category term='pineapple'/><category term='today&apos;s fingernails'/><category term='facial'/><category term='guess coat'/><category term='tampons'/><category term='carrie'/><category term='avril lavigne'/><category term='get back'/><category term='miserable'/><category term='food'/><category term='freaky'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='brittany murphy dies'/><category term='desk'/><category term='love story'/><category term='Aaron Eckhart'/><category term='fail'/><category term='natural makeup'/><category term='trainwreck'/><category term='HP Mini'/><category term='computer game'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><category term='fat'/><category term='money'/><category term='heating'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my Life ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8785320349186160023</id><published>2011-06-29T23:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:18:50.087-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch typing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Touch Typing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up from a scary dream (not so much a nightmare, though) and when I saw my mom in the morning I told her about it. She didn't pay attention as usual, but this time I got upset. It just hurt my feelings that she usually doesn't give a fuck about what I say. And it's not as if I talk all the time, so much that I become annoying and people have to learn to tune me out. It's the total opposite, people sometimes have to beg me to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH0xIjdAjI/Tgzn8wCq6MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u4ANrvAvCuo/s1600/790px-Touch_typing.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH0xIjdAjI/Tgzn8wCq6MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u4ANrvAvCuo/s320/790px-Touch_typing.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624125065553176770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, after I was done being butt hurt, I decided I wanted to learn how to touch type. I remember we covered that when I was in high school, but I didn't really learn. I found a free course online, so I'm using that. I already learned how to type with the first two rows, and I started on the third, but I'll continue on that tomorrow. And I probably should be using my new found skills to type this post, but it would probably take me a lot longer. And I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also decorated an eye shadow quad, and I wanted to paint my cell phone with nail polish, but it didn't work too well. Maybe I'll try spray paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8785320349186160023?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8785320349186160023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-touch-typing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8785320349186160023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8785320349186160023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-touch-typing.html' title='Dear Diary: Touch Typing'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0RH0xIjdAjI/Tgzn8wCq6MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/u4ANrvAvCuo/s72-c/790px-Touch_typing.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2698018900547187671</id><published>2011-06-28T23:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:25:52.050-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siamese popsicle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Siamese Popsicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTvfImrvUHk/Tgzpgcrp7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kORhmwbkWQ0/s1600/7189962248_full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTvfImrvUHk/Tgzpgcrp7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kORhmwbkWQ0/s320/7189962248_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624126778343287986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I ate a cherry ice cram bar, but there was some mistake because I got two in the same packet. They were joined by the stick, and one had a tiny popsicle stick. It was fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished watching "Bridesmaids", and I liked it. I think I expected it to be funnier, but it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out my aunt got a new dog. That cow. Seriously, she treats animals as if they're disposable. Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2698018900547187671?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2698018900547187671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-siamese-popsicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2698018900547187671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2698018900547187671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-siamese-popsicle.html' title='Dear Diary: Siamese Popsicle'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTvfImrvUHk/Tgzpgcrp7LI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kORhmwbkWQ0/s72-c/7189962248_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8663163202474232012</id><published>2011-06-28T00:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:24:44.248-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Movie Fail and Bored</title><content type='html'>Yet another lazy day. Today my mom was very tired from her Zumba class and slept all morning, then she went grocery shopping. While that happened, I began watching "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0396171/"&gt;Perfume: The Story of a Murderer&lt;/a&gt;" online. When my mom got back, I helped her put all the groceries away, while she cooked.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0X9VL76Y6o/TglziicxWlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/egnVpwIMjsU/s1600/perfume.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0X9VL76Y6o/TglziicxWlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/egnVpwIMjsU/s200/perfume.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623152646949001810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't finish watching the movie, I kinda lost interest. But I'll probably finish it tomorrow. It's a long movie too, about 2 1/2 hours, and I only got the the 1 hour mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played some Restaurant City, then I laid in bed for a while. My brother's friend came over again. She didn't say hi to me, wtf?. I began watching "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1478338/"&gt;Bridesmaids&lt;/a&gt;", but I didn't finish it either because it was taking forever to load, probably because my brother and his friend were using up all the internet juice. So I'll probably finish watching that tomorrow. It looks pretty funny, and I've wanted to see it for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a pretty boring day online. The kind that makes me wish I had something to do outside of my house. I'll get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8663163202474232012?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8663163202474232012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-movie-fail-and-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8663163202474232012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8663163202474232012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-movie-fail-and-bored.html' title='Dear Diary: Movie Fail and Bored'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0X9VL76Y6o/TglziicxWlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/egnVpwIMjsU/s72-c/perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-4531036115795016614</id><published>2011-06-18T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:38:29.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost world'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Movie Day</title><content type='html'>Today I'm feeling better than yesterday, but not quite great yet. I had oatmeal for breakfast, which was super tasty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize I have to eat constantly so I don't go hungry. Since I've been eating liquidy stuff, I can eat a whole bowl and feel full, but then an hour later I'm hungry again. So I'm not really eating at my normal "times" right now, just when I begin to feel hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my brother's friend took him to the movies to see "Green Lantern", and then they came back home and played video games all afternoon. She even stayed for dinner. I'm too embarrassed to go out looking like I am, so I just stayed in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched "An Education" earlier today, and I really liked the film. I definitely recommend it. Also, I re-watched "Ghost World". I love that movie, it's just amazing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwRTntjrQM/Tf55jx0DHdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ayhn5KPF4wY/s1600/7189962249_full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwRTntjrQM/Tf55jx0DHdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ayhn5KPF4wY/s320/7189962249_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620063040578985426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can open my mouth a little more, so I ate an ice cream bar. It was a mint ice cream bar covered in chocolate, and it was delicious. My favorite ice cream flavor is mint with chocolate chips, so this popsicle was heaven in my mouth. I think I'll eat another when I finish this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lip hasn't peeled anymore, but I have a crack on the left corner of my mouth, and it hurts a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-4531036115795016614?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4531036115795016614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-movie-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4531036115795016614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4531036115795016614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-movie-day.html' title='Dear Diary: Movie Day'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SzwRTntjrQM/Tf55jx0DHdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ayhn5KPF4wY/s72-c/7189962249_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5159160336576786254</id><published>2011-06-17T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T12:24:26.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miserable'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: I'm Miserable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i4DG5hgLd0/TfztS3_sxTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lb3vwLMsNyM/s1600/veggie%2Bburger.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i4DG5hgLd0/TfztS3_sxTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lb3vwLMsNyM/s320/veggie%2Bburger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619627343576089906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I pretty much layed in bed feeling miserable. I'm not in pain, but I'm very hungry and uncomfortable. I've been craving a Burger King veggie burger and fries for days. Oh man...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a shower, and that made me feel better, but not entirely. My mom made me carrot soup and some spaghetti with Alfredo sauce. It was so good! I ate it right up. It took me a while with the spaghetti because I can't chew, so I had to cup it up into tiny pieces, gather a small amount in the tip of my fork, place it in my mouth and swallow it whole. But at least I didn't feel so hungry afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max is being very cute. He lays at the foot of my bed and just sleeps there, keeping me company. He's really not supposed to be in my room, so my mom keeps taking him away, but somehow he always comes back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my brother's birthday, he turned 22. That's kind of insane. My mom made him his favorite meal, and a cake, and a flan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized we have some of those plastic ice packs, like the kind you put in your lunchbox, in the freezer, so I've been using those in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm eating some mango yogurt. It's good. Also, my lip started peeling. That hurt a little.&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/5457982313415972541-5159160336576786254?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5159160336576786254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-im-miserable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5159160336576786254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5159160336576786254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-im-miserable.html' title='Dear Diary: I&apos;m Miserable'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0i4DG5hgLd0/TfztS3_sxTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lb3vwLMsNyM/s72-c/veggie%2Bburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1973228427405429676</id><published>2011-06-13T20:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:46:30.045-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corn in a cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teeth'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Wisdom Teeth Check-Up</title><content type='html'>Today I had my dentist appointment. It was at 4, so in the mean time, my grandma, mom and I went to Home Depot to buy some stuff my grandma needed. We also went to Walmart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to my house and I started packing, because my dentist is in another city where my grandma lives. We ate at my house, and I got to clean the huge mess my mom made in the kitchen. When we were going out the door, I realized I forgot my money. Thank God I remembered. Wow, Ana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the dentist just in time, and they checked my teeth. Turns out I have a couple of cavities, damn. Then I had some X-rays taken, and then I waited for the oral surgeon to come in. She explained how the wisdom teeth surgery was going to be, and all the risks. The main one was that some nerves could be damaged because my wisdom teeth looked as if they were in the nerve canal (or something like that), but that maybe they were behind it, and that the x-ray was misleading. She recommended I do all four at once, and she said that she could do the surgery right then, but that she preferred for me to come back early tomorrow. And that's what I'll do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to my grandma's house, where I haven't been in since December. I saw my cousin Sofia, who I absolutely love and I hadn't seen in like a year. She is so beautiful, she doesn't look like a little girl anymore. Which kinda sucks for me, because now that she is a beautiful teenager she'll probably think it's lame to hang out with her older cousin. But we had fun. We wanted to go get some snacks, but we decided to wait for my uncle (Sofia's dad). When he got to the house, he had come from work, and he said he was tired and he told me to take his car. I'm a little uneasy about using other people's cars, but then my mom and my uncle decided to come with, so I took the keys and enjoyed the ride. It was a nice car. They got some sort of nacho concoction, but I was craving a corn in a cup. It was yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to see my other cousin, Sofia's brother, who lives in my grandma's house. Sofia stayed for the night too, so we all watched some funny YouTube videos. We also went to the part for a little bit. We had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1973228427405429676?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1973228427405429676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-wisdom-teeth-check-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1973228427405429676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1973228427405429676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-wisdom-teeth-check-up.html' title='Dear Diary: Wisdom Teeth Check-Up'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-187076132513125810</id><published>2011-06-12T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:11:33.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Grandma</title><content type='html'>Today my grandma came into town, and I didn't see her until late afternoon because my aunt dragged her to my cousins' soccer games. And they're pretty lousy players, so she just went for the LOLz and to get a heat stroke.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I felt very cold. I'm not sure why. The air conditioner was on, but it is on most of the time and I don't feel the need to wear socks and a long sleeve shirt, like today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt, grandma, and cousin came over in the afternoon to chit chat, then they asked my mom to show them some of  her Zumba moves. All of a sudden everyone (but me and my grandma) was dancing and there was tacky music blasting all over the living room from my aunt's cell phone. Then they decided they all should go with my mom to her class tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV7e9HhhvXY/Tf6d_ZekgMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bXVdLZoWq2g/s1600/fishin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV7e9HhhvXY/Tf6d_ZekgMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bXVdLZoWq2g/s200/fishin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620103097501384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little cousin had one of those Let's Go Fishin' games, but she kept cheating and I kept saying "Cheater, cheater, cheater", as many times as I could. I don't think my aunt liked that very much, but I believe that children need to learn to play fairly no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom made dough to make her famous and delicious sweet potato empanadas. They're the death of me, I could eat those all day. She'll probably make them tomorrow morning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-187076132513125810?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/187076132513125810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-grandma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/187076132513125810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/187076132513125810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-grandma.html' title='Dear Diary: Grandma'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV7e9HhhvXY/Tf6d_ZekgMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bXVdLZoWq2g/s72-c/fishin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-232565709563885975</id><published>2011-06-10T22:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:52:31.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the joneses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: The Joneses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibJgbE8VJBc/TfwSr9KSjyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SCVNOfwg-0o/s1600/joneses.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibJgbE8VJBc/TfwSr9KSjyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SCVNOfwg-0o/s320/joneses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619386981412933410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought "The Joneses" was a really good movie. It started out okay, and then when you "find out", I thought it was going to become the cheesiest movie ever, but it didn't. I thouhght this movie portrayed some people I know, and it was interesting to see a fictional, yet not so much, side of how things work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom finally set up her new bathroom curtain and it looks pretty good. I really didn't do much today, I didn't go anywhere. Pretty much I washed dishes while my parents went to the bank, and that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-232565709563885975?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/232565709563885975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-joneses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/232565709563885975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/232565709563885975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-joneses.html' title='Dear Diary: The Joneses'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ibJgbE8VJBc/TfwSr9KSjyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SCVNOfwg-0o/s72-c/joneses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3992421498640054033</id><published>2011-06-09T23:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:46:22.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pineapple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Pineapple</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched "Trust" and I thouhgh it was such a great movie. Definately creepy and something that a lot of people should watch. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was being my typical annoying self and I made my mom sad, so I controlled myself. Later today my brother brought his girlfriend over, and my mom went to Target to buy some curtain loops for her new shower curtain. I stayed back and ate some pineapple that had been on the refrigerator for a while. It was pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4jGC_7tFlI/TfwROS8QyhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/B-jb8lirWhg/s1600/969pineapple.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4jGC_7tFlI/TfwROS8QyhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/B-jb8lirWhg/s320/969pineapple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619385372351973906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also ate some bread from yesterday. It was really delicious. I love sweet bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I came across a movie called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1285309/"&gt;The Joneses&lt;/a&gt;" with Demi Moore and David Duchovny and it looks like a good watch. I'll see if I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3992421498640054033?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3992421498640054033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-pineapple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3992421498640054033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3992421498640054033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-pineapple.html' title='Dear Diary: Pineapple'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4jGC_7tFlI/TfwROS8QyhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/B-jb8lirWhg/s72-c/969pineapple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6610517114884694880</id><published>2011-06-08T23:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:12:21.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: I'm Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPZ1vnCYFqk/TfLsjzV9TSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uabRERIx86o/s1600/sad_kitty.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPZ1vnCYFqk/TfLsjzV9TSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uabRERIx86o/s320/sad_kitty.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616811785106312482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was woken up by my brother tossing a bunch of balloons in my bed, followed by a dog jumping all over me trying to pop all of them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was feeling kind of down, I really don't know what was wrong with me. Maybe it's hormonal. I even shut my room's door. I rarely do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my mom's friend called while she was not at home, and she talked to me for a while. It was kind of weird. And today while they were online chatting, she told my mom that I was a "nice and fun person to talk to". That doesn't sound like me :/ And that's exactly what I told my mom, and a lecture about how I don't have any self-esteem followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had to drive my mom to Walgreens because she was meeting a lady who was going to give her something for my aunt. Since we we're already there, we decided to go into the drugstore. I looked at the make-up, but didn't like anything. I did pick up some dry shampoo, because the one I have has a very unpleasant smell. Then I bought us some candy. I tried the Milky Way Simply Caramel, it's so delicious. My mom got some Japanese peanuts and some dried mango with a sugary and spicy coating. Also, for some reason the cashier scanned a different bag of candy instead of the ones I was buying so it would come out cheaper. I don't know exactly why he did this, but somehow that unethical transaction cheered me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to a grocery store and we bought some sweet bread and I bought some apple cream that my grandma has and that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm going to watch a movie called "Trust". I stumbled upon it somehow, and it looks interesting. I'll see if I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I realized that Christians have issues against Pokemon so I deleted the Jigglypuff e-card from my friend's Facebook wall and posted a different one with a hamster with chubby cheeks instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6610517114884694880?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6610517114884694880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-im-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6610517114884694880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6610517114884694880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-im-sad.html' title='Dear Diary: I&apos;m Sad'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KPZ1vnCYFqk/TfLsjzV9TSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uabRERIx86o/s72-c/sad_kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3811790269060165051</id><published>2011-06-07T23:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:02:16.951-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red vines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtv movie awards'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Spank Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning my mom and I called a bunch of dentists for information so we can decide where to get my wisdom teeth removed. My aunt's friend has a very good dentist, and I think I'm going to go with him. I really want to get this over with :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, it turns out that my aunt had something kinda serious. My mom called her at noon to see how she was doing, and she was crying and saying that she could barely move because she was in a lot of pain. My mother then offered to take care of the kids while my uncle took my aunt to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQrdyd1sJ9c/TfLnZwwxICI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u6Ui5kmquPU/s1600/redvines-original-red-twist.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQrdyd1sJ9c/TfLnZwwxICI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u6Ui5kmquPU/s320/redvines-original-red-twist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616806115056623650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went to the grocery store to buy some stuff my mom needed for lunch, and I bought some Red Vines. I usually go for Twizzlers, but I got Red Vines this time because according to Sheldon Cooper, they're much better. And yes, they are pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a rocking chair in the living room, and my little cousin was rocking full speed and she hit the wall kind of hard, and she knows she's not supposed to do that. She stopped cold, and I jokingly said: "To the couch, time for a spanking!". Either I'm not very funny to children, she is very sensible, or she really get's spanked at her home but she kinda took it seriously and got very sad. I felt really bad, I was only kidding! :( I hugged her and told her that I was only kidding, and then my mom gave her a freeze pop. She was okay after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon I watched the MTV Movie Awards online. I liked it it was funny. Robert Pattinson was too funny. I can't get over that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I ate another bowl cake. Bad Ana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3811790269060165051?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3811790269060165051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-spank-scare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3811790269060165051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3811790269060165051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-spank-scare.html' title='Dear Diary: Spank Scare'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQrdyd1sJ9c/TfLnZwwxICI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u6Ui5kmquPU/s72-c/redvines-original-red-twist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6617777822724530136</id><published>2011-06-06T11:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:18:22.916-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jigglypuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='card'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Jigglypuff Card</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty boring. I took a shower, helped my mom put the groceries away, and that's about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was going to take my aunt to her Zumba class, but my aunt cancelled last minute because she had a pain in her back. Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend got her wisdom teeth pulled today, and I made her an e-card featuring Jigglypuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7RXhWGdzxQ/TfLQHEtcuhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EHOpkQ8NB70/s1600/jigglycard.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7RXhWGdzxQ/TfLQHEtcuhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EHOpkQ8NB70/s320/jigglycard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616780505226459666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, because she'll probably swell up and look like that Pokemon. I thought it was appropriate to the occasion and cute. I posted it on her Facebook wall, so I hope she likes it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6617777822724530136?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6617777822724530136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-jigglypuff-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6617777822724530136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6617777822724530136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-jigglypuff-card.html' title='Dear Diary: Jigglypuff Card'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7RXhWGdzxQ/TfLQHEtcuhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EHOpkQ8NB70/s72-c/jigglycard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-839379194654318404</id><published>2011-06-05T21:44:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:39:06.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: New Shoes</title><content type='html'>Today was a very lazy Sunday. Very calm too, which was nice. We had Chinese food, then my mom and I went to some stores just to look around and pass time. I didn't plan on buying anything, but I came across these shoes and I had to get them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nr2zEWR0wY/TfLEfcGbGVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4IWCZMo8dnk/s1600/shoes%2Bwatermarked.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nr2zEWR0wY/TfLEfcGbGVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4IWCZMo8dnk/s320/shoes%2Bwatermarked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616767729682553170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other pair of black flats I've had for YEARS and I wanted a new pair, but I couln't find a pair that was good quality and cute. These are the same brand as my old ones, and I've learned that they are comfortable and last a very long time. I also got them cheaper than I would have if I bought them at the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CS4BLpcgAqU/TfLEfmlCe9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PlZikn24Iig/s1600/makeup%2Bwatermarked.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CS4BLpcgAqU/TfLEfmlCe9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PlZikn24Iig/s320/makeup%2Bwatermarked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616767732495317970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to Target, I love Target! I bought some Maybelline Color Sensational Lipstain in Bitten Berry and Wink of Pink, and an angled eyeliner brush from e.l.f. which I absolutely love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost bought salt and vinegar chips, but I controlled myself. After all, I had cake yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also bought Avril Lavigne's new album, but I accidentally got the one with extra features so I want to return it and get the regular one. I can watch the DVD extras on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-839379194654318404?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/839379194654318404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-new-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/839379194654318404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/839379194654318404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-new-shoes.html' title='Dear Diary: New Shoes'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Nr2zEWR0wY/TfLEfcGbGVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4IWCZMo8dnk/s72-c/shoes%2Bwatermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-4313247640537483843</id><published>2011-06-04T22:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T18:54:06.740-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Cake is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up feeling unseasy from a dream I had. It's kind of a recurring dream where I meet this little girl, and then she turns out to be a ghost and she haunts me for a while so I can help her and her family realize she is a ghost. Then she disapears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_jVhG_LyTg/TfK6xo4bkII/AAAAAAAAAGs/aXipQA5p1Vg/s1600/mug%2Bcake%2Bwatermarked.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_jVhG_LyTg/TfK6xo4bkII/AAAAAAAAAGs/aXipQA5p1Vg/s320/mug%2Bcake%2Bwatermarked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616757047234891906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, aside from that weird dream today was a pretty calm day. I woke late as usual, and in the afternoon I made one of my favorite things: mug cake! Except I don't make it in a mug anymore, but in a bowl. It's so delicious and quick and easy! I hadn't had one in a really long time because I feel very guilty about eating something like that when I'm not working out. But it was good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom made homemade pizza for dinner, and it was delicious. I had been craving pizza for quite a while now, so that made me happy.&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/5457982313415972541-4313247640537483843?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4313247640537483843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-cake-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4313247640537483843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4313247640537483843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-cake-is-good.html' title='Dear Diary: Cake is Good'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W_jVhG_LyTg/TfK6xo4bkII/AAAAAAAAAGs/aXipQA5p1Vg/s72-c/mug%2Bcake%2Bwatermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-4691761313497170533</id><published>2011-06-03T23:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:38:58.840-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Alone But Not Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLAHdrJpf7E/TenvC5WZZGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Yw6gAZoS69k/s1600/liz_adams_star_guitar_girl%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLAHdrJpf7E/TenvC5WZZGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Yw6gAZoS69k/s320/liz_adams_star_guitar_girl%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614281243527570530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother went out of town to visit her mother. And by that I mean the sister city right next to the one we live in. My brother drove her halfway and my grandma picked her up from there. Then my brother went to hang out with his girlfriend, my dad was at work, and therefore I had the house to myself for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at about 2 Am, so I slept in until 11 AM. Then I sang a bit. Which by the way, singing and playing guitar are some my favorite activities to do when no one is around. It's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coffee for breakfast. This is an ugly habit I recently picked up: skipping breakfast. I need to quit doing that. Then I ate some fake-chicken salad for lunch, re-watched some episodes of The Big Bang Theory, and began organizing my file box. My big disappointment of the day was that my mini stapler broke :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom came home and told us about her day. Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-4691761313497170533?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4691761313497170533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-alone-but-not-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4691761313497170533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4691761313497170533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-alone-but-not-lonely.html' title='Dear Diary: Alone But Not Lonely'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fLAHdrJpf7E/TenvC5WZZGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Yw6gAZoS69k/s72-c/liz_adams_star_guitar_girl%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5471102672081194104</id><published>2011-06-02T10:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T02:58:30.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='router'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Router Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyDCZQHcBF8/TenzVnBa-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ADTZNON9XUQ/s1600/Linksys%2BWireless-G%2BBroadband%2BRouter%2BWRT54G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyDCZQHcBF8/TenzVnBa-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ADTZNON9XUQ/s200/Linksys%2BWireless-G%2BBroadband%2BRouter%2BWRT54G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614285963071781826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning my dear mother accidentally disconnected the router while sweeping the floor. I reconnected everything, but there was no internet connection. I pressed the reset button, which usually fixes the problem, but I guess I held it for too long because it reset all the settings. But at least we had internet again. I spent a while setting up the secured network again, which I didn't know how but I found a handy tutorial. Crisis averted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I learned how to set up the router without my brother's help. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1282140/"&gt;Easy A&lt;/a&gt;. I liked it for the most part, but I thought the ending was a bit cheesy. But I laughed a lot in some parts, especially the whole "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9MvUdR6j3w"&gt;Pocketful of Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;" scenes. I replayed that part like 5 times just because I found it so hilarious and like something most girls have done at least once in their lives, haha. Also, for some reason I can't handle Lisa Kudrow in other shows/movies besides Friends. I loved her in Friends, which is probably why everytime I see her in anything other than Friends all I can think of is Phoebe Buffay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5471102672081194104?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5471102672081194104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-router-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5471102672081194104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5471102672081194104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-router-crisis.html' title='Dear Diary: Router Crisis'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyDCZQHcBF8/TenzVnBa-8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ADTZNON9XUQ/s72-c/Linksys%2BWireless-G%2BBroadband%2BRouter%2BWRT54G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7271740232649351618</id><published>2011-06-01T23:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:47:44.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear diary'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary: Daily Blogging</title><content type='html'>I decided on a whim that I want to blog daily about whatever happened in my day. I haven't posted in a while, and so I thought this would be a good idea. My life is pretty uneventful, so I doubt this will be that hard :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up early, which I haven't done in a couple of weeks. I had to turn in some scholarship applications so I went to my school to drop them off, since today was the deadline. I do not know if it's because I haven't been out of my house in a couple of days, but it was hot out there. Like suffocatingly hot. And I don't have A/C in my car. I had to get a Slurpee because I was dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I dropped the applications, I stopped at Wal-Mart. I was only going to see their spray paint colors and to buy some eyeglass cleaner, but I ended up coming out with some hair product and a file box along with folders. I have important documents scattered all over the place, and I decided I needed to organize them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got home, ate, and took a long nap. I'm sick, so all the heat really made me feel worse. I really hate being sick :( When I woke up, the weather outside was horrible, and there were some warnings of hail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm about to watch "Easy A", and then I'll go to bed. And that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7271740232649351618?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7271740232649351618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-daily-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7271740232649351618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7271740232649351618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-diary-daily-blogging.html' title='Dear Diary: Daily Blogging'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5095201183616795048</id><published>2011-03-28T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:08:22.009-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><title type='text'>Today was a total fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmPW4ZPDxwA/TetHcjYOfoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AajtspK35o4/s1600/Embarrassed_Bear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmPW4ZPDxwA/TetHcjYOfoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AajtspK35o4/s320/Embarrassed_Bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614659916306218626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was one of those days that make me think that I've done something very bad and karma is trying to whip my butt.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I was in a hurry this morning, so I forgot to put my glasses, wallet, and hairbrush in my school bag, so I was blind, money less, and my hair was a mess. I also forgot my eyeshadow primer, so my makeup was pretty much only eyeliner and mascara. And okay, this wasn't terrible and I got over it, but I just was expecting this to be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I became &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;brain dead&lt;/span&gt; or something because I honestly cannot explain my stupidity (I probably need to stop watching "Keeping up with the Kardashians"). So today the professor was going to explain an assignment, so I wanted to be there on time since all last week I was late. So I got walking to my class with plenty of time and decided to kill sometime going into the bathroom and fixing my hair. My class is at 8:30AM, and it was 8:09AM when I decided to head to the classroom. There were people there, and I could see the lecture slides up, so for some reason I didn't think more of it other than "OMG I'm late again!" and just walked in and took my seat. The professor gave me the assignment handout, and as soon as I sat down, the proffesor was like:"Alright, so this is it. Good luck with your assignment, don't forget to sign up for a meeting with me". I was very confused, and all I could think was that the assignment was pretty self explanatory and that he wasn't going to be going over it. So I just got up and signed up for a metting with the proffesor, and I left. It was 8:15AM. My class hadn't started yet. I walked in on the 7:30AM class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not only did I miss the assignment instructions, but I made a complete fool of myself and I'll forever be the dumb girl who walks in on the wrong class and leaves before her actual class starts. At least the assignment is the same, but I had to send the embarrassing e-mail to the professor asking if I should re-schedule my meeting because I "accidentally" signed up in the wrong class sheet. And when do you think I figured out the whole why-did-my-class-end-so-fast situation? About 4 hours later, while I was daydreaming in my Statistics class. Yes, it took me that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it stop there? No way! When I left my class before it started, I though: "Oh, I have a lot of time all of the sudden, why not study for my psychology quiz!". So I did. But guess what? I studied the wrong material. Are you kidding me, Ana. Really?... This resulted in a 70% on my quiz. Balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know all of this is not that bad and one day I'll look back on it and instead of cringing I'll laugh, so I probably should also point out a couple of good things that happened today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I found out I got a 93 in my statistics exam :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My brother's girlfriend's mom sent me a bag full of Mexican candy. I'm a sucker for candy, but Mexican candy is just like a million times better than American candy. The only downside to this is that just yesterday I decided to go on a "diet", and this kinda throws me off a little :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5095201183616795048?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5095201183616795048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-was-total-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5095201183616795048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5095201183616795048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-was-total-fail.html' title='Today was a total fail.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UmPW4ZPDxwA/TetHcjYOfoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/AajtspK35o4/s72-c/Embarrassed_Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1003764613628733983</id><published>2010-12-06T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:42:00.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Why I'm looking forward to Winter break:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TPxgtTIKTfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VRaK_bz9xFA/s1600/colorful%2Bsheets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TPxgtTIKTfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VRaK_bz9xFA/s320/colorful%2Bsheets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547415172358491634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait for school to be over, so...&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can go shopping for new bed sheets ( I wonder where those are from, they're amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can go shopping for a new computer&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can clean out my closet&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can catch up on my YouTube Subscriptions&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can learn the lyrics to Christmas songs, so I don't have to mumble along&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can re-dye my purple streaks&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can finish reading my books that I bought months ago&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can watching morning TV&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can get back into working out&lt;br /&gt;♥ I can stop neglecting my blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1003764613628733983?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1003764613628733983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-im-looking-forward-to-winter-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1003764613628733983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1003764613628733983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-im-looking-forward-to-winter-break.html' title='Why I&apos;m looking forward to Winter break:'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TPxgtTIKTfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VRaK_bz9xFA/s72-c/colorful%2Bsheets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-9161312366826202934</id><published>2010-10-07T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:16:02.435-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>Max is alive! ♥</title><content type='html'>Max is feeling so much better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEu3jOWrz50?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEu3jOWrz50?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-9161312366826202934?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9161312366826202934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/10/max-is-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/9161312366826202934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/9161312366826202934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/10/max-is-alive.html' title='Max is alive! ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7217765538586024573</id><published>2010-10-03T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T18:05:53.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><title type='text'>Headphones FAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TLEAzdM95RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9cQfBXpym4U/s1600/SANY0556-WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TLEAzdM95RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9cQfBXpym4U/s320/SANY0556-WM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526199101772653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought these cute headphones from Ebay a couple of weeks ago, and I love them! I love how they look, the fact that they're very comfortable, and how they sound. Then today I remembered to leave feedback to the seller, so I did leave a very positive feedback. And 15 minutes after I did so, they broke. Like, literally broke, the plastic inside the white band snapped in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't necessarily angry, I found it rather comical. Kinda like when things break just when the warranty ends, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I e-mailed the seller and explained what happened, so she is sending me a new pair! Awesome :D I guess I'll have to keep using these in the mean time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TLEDMX3wC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/3ocTkbvDyhw/s1600/headphonesfail-wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TLEDMX3wC7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/3ocTkbvDyhw/s320/headphonesfail-wm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526201728861473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7217765538586024573?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7217765538586024573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/10/headphones-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7217765538586024573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7217765538586024573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/10/headphones-fail.html' title='Headphones FAIL'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TLEAzdM95RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9cQfBXpym4U/s72-c/SANY0556-WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2405477990334932664</id><published>2010-09-30T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:19:02.833-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen rug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>Max is a little sick.</title><content type='html'>Max hasn't been felling good the past few days, and he's kind of taken over my mom's watermelon kitchen rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzYfQiWzJJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzYfQiWzJJk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2405477990334932664?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2405477990334932664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/09/max-is-little-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2405477990334932664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2405477990334932664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/09/max-is-little-sick.html' title='Max is a little sick.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1196699727718553645</id><published>2010-09-27T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:46:21.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osage-orange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>Weird Fruit</title><content type='html'>So I went to a park near my school to try and film a video, but I ended up finding this amazing thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKQTQJ8FkLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VL50Ykno6C8/s1600/SANY0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKQTQJ8FkLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VL50Ykno6C8/s320/SANY0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522560211329847474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked toward the tree, I though it was a tennis ball, which seemed random because there were no tennis courts near. When I got close enough, I kicked it around a bit, I didn't even want to touch it in fear of it being poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I did a little research and found that it is a Osage-orange fruit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1196699727718553645?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1196699727718553645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1196699727718553645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1196699727718553645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-fruit.html' title='Weird Fruit'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKQTQJ8FkLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VL50Ykno6C8/s72-c/SANY0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-568668029952124836</id><published>2010-08-30T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T23:28:48.905-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farfalle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Heating Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKgO6uHwiYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o9l1uEBZbw4/s1600/S6307796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKgO6uHwiYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o9l1uEBZbw4/s320/S6307796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523681344945686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you heat food when it's late at night on a Sunday and you don't want to wake up everyone by using the microwave. It kinda works, but you have to wait a while between bites, haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-568668029952124836?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/568668029952124836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/heating-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/568668029952124836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/568668029952124836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/heating-food.html' title='Heating Food'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TKgO6uHwiYI/AAAAAAAAAEg/o9l1uEBZbw4/s72-c/S6307796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7107426725264597930</id><published>2010-08-29T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:54:34.195-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/THsrcQBNRKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C6-IDiOYDjo/s1600/giant+cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/THsrcQBNRKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C6-IDiOYDjo/s400/giant+cupcake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511046333354296482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my birthday! Yay!... I still feel the same way I did about  birthdays than I did last year, so there's no point in rewriting (or  copying and pasting) last year's post. Read it here---&gt; &lt;a href="http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  was nice though. My parents made me homemade waffles for breakfast,  with whipped cream, peaches, maple syrup, and strawberry marmalade. My  aunt, uncle and cousins along with my grandma joined us. My grandma said  she was going to make me a cake, but instead she made me my favorite  lime pie! I love it! But surprisingly no one else is a huge fan, so I'll  probably end up eating it all myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom I didn't  want any presents, so the only present I got was a perfume my aunt got  me. It's "With Love" by Hillary Duff, which came out a while ago. I'm  not much of a perfume person, I don't have patience to smell a whole  bunch of perfumes and then decide which one "suits me". But I liked this  perfume very much, it's interesting. So I'll be wearing that a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;positive&gt;&lt;&gt;So I hope this year is a better one (not that  last year wasn't, but I believe in improving) May it be filled with a  lot of success, luck, happiness, and love. &lt;/positive&gt;&lt; /positive-thoughts &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7107426725264597930?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7107426725264597930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7107426725264597930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7107426725264597930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/THsrcQBNRKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C6-IDiOYDjo/s72-c/giant+cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3087757980062485920</id><published>2010-08-14T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:25:21.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Juggling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TGeV4XltfII/AAAAAAAAADo/t-qE4vk3lho/s1600/three+limes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TGeV4XltfII/AAAAAAAAADo/t-qE4vk3lho/s400/three+limes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505533865121119362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shewearsmanyhats.com/2010/06/lime-sherbet/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just spent the past hour learning to juggle. I think I got the hang of it, and I was using limes!! It kind of reminded me of that episode of "King of Queens", when Doug is trained by Arthur to play ping-pong, but Arthur makes him use a wooden spoon because that way it would be easier once he played with a normal ping-pong paddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I think this logic also works in juggling :D I was going to use onions, but I kept dropping them and I didn't want to leave them bruised. The next best thing were the limes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of addicting too, so I will continue to practice. I think hacky sacks would be just perfect! I just need two more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3087757980062485920?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3087757980062485920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/juggling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3087757980062485920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3087757980062485920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/juggling.html' title='Juggling'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TGeV4XltfII/AAAAAAAAADo/t-qE4vk3lho/s72-c/three+limes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8643682237996014089</id><published>2010-08-05T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:48:31.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Cute Notebooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TFuFLMQ0NWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mS3M4Gk_KIo/s1600/S6307704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TFuFLMQ0NWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mS3M4Gk_KIo/s400/S6307704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502137797080003938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I went to Target and bought some notebooks for school. I love them even though I'm way past elementary school! :D Best part was that they were only a dollar each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is particularly cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TFuFLUIZsGI/AAAAAAAAADY/XM_reXdZ6Fg/s1600/S6307706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TFuFLUIZsGI/AAAAAAAAADY/XM_reXdZ6Fg/s400/S6307706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502137799192195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8643682237996014089?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8643682237996014089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-notebooks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8643682237996014089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8643682237996014089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-notebooks.html' title='Cute Notebooks'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TFuFLMQ0NWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mS3M4Gk_KIo/s72-c/S6307704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1668971675375751701</id><published>2010-07-23T20:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:53:50.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body pillow'/><title type='text'>Body Pillow</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Kohls because I had a $10 coupon and I wanted to find an outfit for an awards ceremony. I didn't find any clothes I liked, and to not waste the coupon (which expired on the 24th, which is tomorrow), I got a body pillow!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEpU78RH9QI/AAAAAAAAACg/dECvyip7cMQ/s1600/S6307634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEpU78RH9QI/AAAAAAAAACg/dECvyip7cMQ/s400/S6307634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497299683926078722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother has one of these and it is so comfy, so I've been waiting one for a while. But the thought of paying $10 for something that will encourage my laziness just wasn't too appealing. And with the coupon, my pillow came out free! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only need to buy some cute fabric at Hobby Lobby so my mom can make me a pillow case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1668971675375751701?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1668971675375751701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-pillow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1668971675375751701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1668971675375751701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-pillow.html' title='Body Pillow'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEpU78RH9QI/AAAAAAAAACg/dECvyip7cMQ/s72-c/S6307634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6116283546509430467</id><published>2010-07-19T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:12:13.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily booth'/><title type='text'>Daily Booth</title><content type='html'>I wanted to try this site for the longest time, but I didn't have a webcam... until yesterday! I'm pretty much &lt;u&gt;obsessed&lt;/u&gt; now, follow me!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/AnaBackwards"&gt;@AnaBackwards&lt;/a&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/5457982313415972541-6116283546509430467?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6116283546509430467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-booth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6116283546509430467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6116283546509430467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/daily-booth.html' title='Daily Booth'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-484438473296638643</id><published>2010-07-19T20:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:11:05.408-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3oh 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamy monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sean foreman'/><title type='text'>Dreamy Monday: Sean Foreman</title><content type='html'>This is a little late because today I was surprisingly busy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEUTD4FqsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/UIxAbeQ956c/s1600/sean+foreman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEUTD4FqsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/UIxAbeQ956c/s400/sean+foreman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495819877592248690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is from the band (is it a band, or a duo?, idk!)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3OH! 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard about them from a long time ago, but I never actually listened to any of their songs until I came across a duet with Katy Perry in the song "Starstrukk". I watched the video and I just fell for him. I particularly love his teeth and jaw (LOL, how weird am I?), I just find that very handsome :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-484438473296638643?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/484438473296638643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-sean-foreman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/484438473296638643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/484438473296638643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-sean-foreman.html' title='Dreamy Monday: Sean Foreman'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TEUTD4FqsXI/AAAAAAAAACY/UIxAbeQ956c/s72-c/sean+foreman.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5047375024284293590</id><published>2010-07-12T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:10:00.044-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamy monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaron Eckhart'/><title type='text'>Dreamy Monday: Aaron Eckhart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDa_bNfMF5I/AAAAAAAAACI/hjJG7GXdaUY/s1600/aaron-eckhart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDa_bNfMF5I/AAAAAAAAACI/hjJG7GXdaUY/s400/aaron-eckhart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491787269822748562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man is by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;far&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;biggest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celebrity crush. I sometimes Google images of him, but I have to look away because he is just so... beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with him after watching "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0787523/"&gt;Towelhead&lt;/a&gt;", a movie were he plays a Southern (accent and all! ♥) pedophile.  All through the movie I kept thinking: "He is so handsome! Where have I seen him before?...". And it wasn't until the movie ended and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001173/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt; (because I'm that much of a nerd), that I found out that he was Two Faced in "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he ask me out?! ;-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5047375024284293590?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5047375024284293590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-aaron-eckhart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5047375024284293590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5047375024284293590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-aaron-eckhart.html' title='Dreamy Monday: Aaron Eckhart'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDa_bNfMF5I/AAAAAAAAACI/hjJG7GXdaUY/s72-c/aaron-eckhart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3318468334864331377</id><published>2010-07-08T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:14:44.371-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mug cake'/><title type='text'>Mug Cake = Delicious Instant Gratification</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday I decided to look for a recipe for a mug cake. I found many videos on YouTube but they all contained the same recipe. I wanted to try it, but I was out of baking cocoa, and I just got some yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gdjatC9dOY/SwxP7elysII/AAAAAAAABps/pCp35NRjmmM/s1600/mugcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gdjatC9dOY/SwxP7elysII/AAAAAAAABps/pCp35NRjmmM/s1600/mugcake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture Credit: &lt;a href="http://elilaiann.blogspot.com/2009/11/mug-cakes.html"&gt;http://elilaiann.blogspot.com/2009/11/mug-cakes.html&lt;/a&gt; (will update with my own soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mug cake came out good, but I think it needed more sweetness and chocolate-ness. I'm not sure how to fix that, I'm guessing more sugar and some chocolate chips. Other than that, it was pretty good for a cake which preparation and cooking time was less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate it right away with some whipped cream, but somehow I forgot to take a picture. But no worries! I'm sure I'll be making more of these and may even make a video! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3318468334864331377?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3318468334864331377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/mug-cake-delicious-instant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3318468334864331377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3318468334864331377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/mug-cake-delicious-instant.html' title='Mug Cake = Delicious Instant Gratification'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7gdjatC9dOY/SwxP7elysII/AAAAAAAABps/pCp35NRjmmM/s72-c/mugcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-589034783091216429</id><published>2010-07-05T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:25:43.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamy monday'/><title type='text'>Dreamy Monday: Emilio Butragueño</title><content type='html'>New weekly post! Dreamy Monday will depict a  person who is charming, dreamy, and beautiful; at least according to me :D It will mostly be men, but I might feature a pretty lady every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first Dreamy Monday ever, and in celebration of the World Cup, I chose a former soccer player from Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDIxTWaKOZI/AAAAAAAAACA/bZD9IsZLK-g/s1600/Emilio_Butragueno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDIxTWaKOZI/AAAAAAAAACA/bZD9IsZLK-g/s320/Emilio_Butragueno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490505104220633490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emilio Butragueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From what I read, he was a big time player from Real Madrid, and he is now the General Director of the Escuela de Estudios Universitarios Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first catched a glimpse of him while my TV was on a Mexican sports show called "Los Protagonistas" and I fell in love with his face and his accent :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universidad_Europea_de_Madrid" title="Universidad Europea de Madrid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-589034783091216429?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/589034783091216429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-emilio-butragueno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/589034783091216429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/589034783091216429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreamy-monday-emilio-butragueno.html' title='Dreamy Monday: Emilio Butragueño'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TDIxTWaKOZI/AAAAAAAAACA/bZD9IsZLK-g/s72-c/Emilio_Butragueno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8956640231515339987</id><published>2010-06-24T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:11:33.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burnt'/><title type='text'>Burnt Breakfast</title><content type='html'>Maybe not the best way to start your morning... But it's kinda cute how there's so much chirping in the background! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZkeOGBmbRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bZkeOGBmbRU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8956640231515339987?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8956640231515339987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/burnt-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8956640231515339987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8956640231515339987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/burnt-breakfast.html' title='Burnt Breakfast'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5166120971838349591</id><published>2010-06-22T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T00:36:16.774-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smarties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Candy Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvdTuleA19w/Tesju56zVfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCOCLnjk18w/s1600/36650_1340863761536_1229435563_30733565_2936803_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvdTuleA19w/Tesju56zVfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCOCLnjk18w/s320/36650_1340863761536_1229435563_30733565_2936803_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614620649175864818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've recently fallen in love... with a candy! I'm not sure what these are called, but I like to call them Giant Smarties, because they're humonguous compared to the traditional Smarties. I eat them until I feel sick. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5166120971838349591?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5166120971838349591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/candy-obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5166120971838349591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5166120971838349591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/candy-obsession.html' title='Candy Obsession'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvdTuleA19w/Tesju56zVfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCOCLnjk18w/s72-c/36650_1340863761536_1229435563_30733565_2936803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7898302068367814000</id><published>2010-06-16T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:55:29.149-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california gurls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katy perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Katy Perry's "California Gurls" ♥</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with this video! It has candy, color, and Katy Perry! The song is alright, but I know I'll be addicted to it soon enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_LRJR9c6rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_LRJR9c6rk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7898302068367814000?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7898302068367814000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/katy-perrys-california-gurls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7898302068367814000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7898302068367814000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/katy-perrys-california-gurls.html' title='Katy Perry&apos;s &quot;California Gurls&quot; ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8745175922411957302</id><published>2010-06-10T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:14:41.352-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katilette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaytards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetustard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaycarl'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday FetusTard! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TD89fGzaySI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tbc6aDk7lpM/s1600/fetustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TD89fGzaySI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tbc6aDk7lpM/s400/fetustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494177675026811170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day hundred of thousands of people have been waiting for: the birth of FetusTard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/SHAYTARDS"&gt;SHAYTARDS&lt;/a&gt; vlogs on YouTube for maybe 4 months, and I've fell in love with that family. Sometimes I like them better than my own family... I kid, I kid ;] (No, but really). And all their viewers have been waiting for the day when MommyTard would pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a baby person at all (but I don't hate babies either). I mean, if I see a cute baby I'm like: "Aww cute baby! *squeal*", but then I'm like: "Okay, over it...", and I move on with my life. But I've been so excited about this baby, and I cannot wait for the baby vlogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt, mom, grandma, and myself (although I haven't done much), have been planning a baby shower for my cousin's wife, who is also about to pop. And honestly, I am WAY, WAY more excited about FetusTard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeal*, I'm so excited!! ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8745175922411957302?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8745175922411957302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-fetustard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8745175922411957302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8745175922411957302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-fetustard.html' title='Happy Birthday FetusTard! ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TD89fGzaySI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Tbc6aDk7lpM/s72-c/fetustard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5824810631687609804</id><published>2010-06-06T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:12:38.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deco-den'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>How to Decorate Your Cell Phone ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY6hAwRqyuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY6hAwRqyuY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been reading my blog since the beginning, you'll know that &lt;a href="http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-fact-about-myself-2.html"&gt;I don't have a cell phone&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I didn't have one, but when I got my car my parents and I decided that it would be a good idea to get one just in case of an emergency. Me, being not much into cell phones, accepted an old one that was laying around the house. It's a Tracphone, which is the cheapest prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alright, until I decided to make it pretty. Above is the video with how I turned my lame cell phone into a super kawaii phone! Everyone who's seen it has loved it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I glued the things directly onto the phone, but if you don't want to do that you can get a clear case and glue the thingies on to it ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5824810631687609804?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5824810631687609804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-decorate-your-cell-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5824810631687609804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5824810631687609804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-decorate-your-cell-phone.html' title='How to Decorate Your Cell Phone ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-43900487593939450</id><published>2010-06-01T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:59:44.730-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dork'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>Singing in the bathroom like a dork!! ♥</title><content type='html'>Just a video of me being a total dork, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67Jk_wPrR1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67Jk_wPrR1s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess where the first song is from? ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-43900487593939450?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/43900487593939450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/singing-in-bathroom-like-dork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/43900487593939450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/43900487593939450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/singing-in-bathroom-like-dork.html' title='Singing in the bathroom like a dork!! ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5858910640654077589</id><published>2010-05-25T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T00:14:28.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>Yet Again.</title><content type='html'>I decided to change my blog's name and URL yet another time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Third time's the charm!!&lt;/span&gt; LOL. Anyways, I'm out for summer vacations now so I'll hopefully be able to post more. This last semester was tough, but I think I did good :]&lt;br /&gt;I'm also planning on making some videos, like short vlogs, etc. It will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;So follow me because there's so much more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5858910640654077589?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5858910640654077589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/05/yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5858910640654077589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5858910640654077589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/05/yet-again.html' title='Yet Again.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2278170257239971972</id><published>2010-04-03T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.589-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retainer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>So this week was filled with nice hearts. Like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braces off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://akamissbraceface.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7jdNZxQW8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/SZAz9gUypfA/s320/S6305165-croppedwm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354170884873154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you read my previous post, or if you read my &lt;a href="http://akamissbraceface.blogspot.com/"&gt;braces blog&lt;/a&gt;, then you know that I got my braces off. I'm so exited! I love my new smile. I can eat without worrying that half my food will end up between my brackets. I can smile to the world!! I'm extremely happy, can you tell? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (well, she's actually my aunt, but she's a year younger than me so we pretend we're cousins) came over to visit the family, shop, and attend my other cousin's wedding. She came over to my house on Friday as a surprise, along with my grandma and my other cousin Sofia. We then went to the mall, and went back home at like 9 PM (thy we're closing the stores!). We drove home with the music as high as it would go, singing from the top of our lungs. The best time I've had in so long :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7jd4A4y25I/AAAAAAAAAUo/yB9jIyGFMDw/s1600/caramel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7jd4A4y25I/AAAAAAAAAUo/yB9jIyGFMDw/s200/caramel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456354902939982738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chewy caramel and Starbursts are my new favorite. I went to Wal-Mart and bought some as soon as I got out of the ortho. It's so nice to be able to eat chewy candy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a little heartache, it's not that bad, and I'm getting used to it, but it deserves this spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had basically 3 hours of teeth freedom before I got my retainer. Not enough!! And I can't close my mouth all the way, you can see where the plastic ends, and I can't say "s", sh", or "ch" sounding words. But I'm getting used to them and they'll keep my teeth straight, so hopefully they don't stay in this section for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2278170257239971972?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2278170257239971972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2278170257239971972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2278170257239971972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-hearts.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7jdNZxQW8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/SZAz9gUypfA/s72-c/S6305165-croppedwm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5176058263545208921</id><published>2010-03-29T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.592-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water bottle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickboxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steal'/><title type='text'>People Who Steal: A Rant</title><content type='html'>Today I went to kickboxing, and I took my water bottle, bag, and sweatshirt. I left them on the bleachers, while the class was going on (it takes place in a gym, like a school gym). People usually go and seat in the bleachers and watch the class, and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the class, I went to the bleachers, and I couldn't see my stuff. As I walked closer I saw that my stuff had been kinda trampled on. My sweatshirt and my bag had a footprint on it. As I gathered my things, I realized my water bottle was missing. I was mad, but ignored it and sat down while I put my gloves in my bag.  A girl that was sitting in the bleachers with her ugly looking boyfriend (I think she is the sister of a little girl in class, with who I shared a punching bag today) in the bleachers said something to me, of what I only heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;water bottle&lt;/span&gt;. I said: "What?", and the little girl shook her head, and then they just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left kinda startled. When no one was looking I looked for my water bottle under the bleacher seat, but it wasn't there, so I just grabbed my stuff and went to the restroom to wash my hands. On the way, I opened my bag to check if I still had my wallet, phone, etc. Everything was there, but I was pissed. I washed my hands, and headed to my car. Furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it wasn't the water bottle. It was a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7GIzGSMR9I/AAAAAAAAATg/LL9Xj_3pbQY/s1600/sobe_fuji_apple_pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7GIzGSMR9I/AAAAAAAAATg/LL9Xj_3pbQY/s320/sobe_fuji_apple_pear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454291035164002258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bottle of Sobe Life Water that I bought like two weeks ago at school, but since I hate throwing away plastic bottles (and this bottle was cool looking, and made from sturdy plastic), I was reusing it. It was worth &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;, that's what I'm trying to say. But why would a person take a bottle of water from someone else? I mean, maybe it's because I'm a slight germaphobe, but I wouldn't drink from a stranger's water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they trying to upset me? They've never met me in their life, what was their reason behind it? Where did respect go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I grew up in a different place, in a different time, but I could just think this over and over and would never understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;. So I'll leave it at that. Good they didn't go through my wallet, or they would have orgasmed at the five dollars and change I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll put my bag somewhere I can see it. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what pisses me off even more, is that I always leave the class feeling happy and energized, wanting to sing from the top of my lungs all the way home. But not today. I felt furious, upset, weak, sick. But oh well, I'll just put this behind me. Sorry, but I had to rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5176058263545208921?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5176058263545208921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-who-steal-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5176058263545208921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5176058263545208921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/people-who-steal-rant.html' title='People Who Steal: A Rant'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S7GIzGSMR9I/AAAAAAAAATg/LL9Xj_3pbQY/s72-c/sobe_fuji_apple_pear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-616041279220169821</id><published>2010-03-27T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.594-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kickboxing'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of ♥Weekly Hearts♥, I'm being lousy ;-; Just kidding, I've actually been busy, haha. On with the hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Covergirl Lash Blast Volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this mascara a couple of weeks ago, and I absolutely LOVE it!! And yes, I said the same about The Colosal, but this mascara is amazing. It doesn't clump at all, and it just gives beautiful thick and lengthy lashes. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kickboxing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TC82mj2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GWTPjY7lEoA/s1600/kickboxingb_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TC82mj2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GWTPjY7lEoA/s200/kickboxingb_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453176402719706978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I joined a kickboxing class when March started, and I am in love. I'm still going to yoga, don't worry. I loved how on the first class, I was almost dead by the end of the warm up, LOL! The instructor is also really cool and nice. And surprisingly, I've lost 4 pounds since I started. Really, what's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1" Curling Iron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TDTSF0KI/AAAAAAAAATY/ysHrKr-YJl8/s1600/conair+curling+iron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TDTSF0KI/AAAAAAAAATY/ysHrKr-YJl8/s200/conair+curling+iron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453176408740581538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got these at Target for $9.99. It was the cheapest one, and I though I would be disappointed, but I'm not! It's great. I used to use a 3/4" one, and but my curls would be a little tighter than I liked. 1" is the perfect measure. I really recommend this iron, unless you have problems with short cords, other than that, I can't see a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a little heartache:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TCSFJ7DI/AAAAAAAAATI/jj3c3H6UNJs/s1600/usps.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TCSFJ7DI/AAAAAAAAATI/jj3c3H6UNJs/s200/usps.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453176391238020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered books last Sunday (3/14/10), and one of the books got missent! Oh noes... They sent it to a zip code that's almost identical to mine, just for one different number. I need it now! I ordered two books from that seller, and even though one got missent, I have not received either. I see few stars in their feedback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just went to the mail box and my books were there. Tracking never updated though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-616041279220169821?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/616041279220169821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekly-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/616041279220169821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/616041279220169821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekly-hearts.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S62TC82mj2I/AAAAAAAAATQ/GWTPjY7lEoA/s72-c/kickboxingb_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6192257674146313808</id><published>2010-03-14T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What I'm doing during Spring Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6B23nZMDsI/AAAAAAAAARY/k0HntGcb8hM/s1600-h/catnap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6B23nZMDsI/AAAAAAAAARY/k0HntGcb8hM/s320/catnap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449486246957813442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...May not be as fun as you think ;-;. If you read my Twitter, you may know that I got into the Honors Program at my school. Each professor basically gives me an extra "project" so I can get the Honor credit. I'm taking three classes (out of four) with Honors: biology, accounting, and literature. For biology and accounting I have to read a book and write an essay, and for literature I have to do a presentation to the class about the works of Nell Dunn. Kinda dreading the presentation, but I know everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't work (lazy bum), I feel like it's a little too much to handle. So I want this Spring Break to be productive. I'm thinking of keeping my "school schedule" while at home. Not making sense? Story of my life! From 9 to 10AM I will do all the literature work I can fit, from 10 to 11AM I'll read my accounting book, from 11 to 12PM I'll work on my biology blog (yes, a fourth blog!!) because I barely order the book I'm going to read for my Honors. Then from 12 to 1PM I'll have a break, maybe snack on something, take a shower, watch a little TV. And at last, from 1 to 2PM I will do my microeconomics, which all I have to do is rewrite my messy notes into a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;So no procrastinating! Let's see how it goes :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6192257674146313808?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6192257674146313808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-doing-during-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6192257674146313808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6192257674146313808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-i-doing-during-spring-break.html' title='What I&amp;#39;m doing during Spring Break!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6B23nZMDsI/AAAAAAAAARY/k0HntGcb8hM/s72-c/catnap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8553907281964989027</id><published>2010-03-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.601-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='necklace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gummy bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Gummy Bear Necklace</title><content type='html'>Today my parents had a fight, so I decided to kidnap my mom and take her to the mall. We mostly window shopped, but it was definitely a nice break. We went in a couple of stores, and one of those was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claire's&lt;/span&gt;. My mom is not a huge fan, but in my case I feel like a kid in a candy store. I browsed around and found the cutest thing!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6MEwD2KuVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HXNrlQZnLrQ/s1600-h/S6304586-croppedWM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6MEwD2KuVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HXNrlQZnLrQ/s320/S6304586-croppedWM.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450205197761165650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Non-perishable candy jewelry! Isn't it adorable? I asked my mom if she though it was childish and she said yes, but I bought it anyways ^-^&lt;br /&gt;It completely sweetened my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8553907281964989027?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8553907281964989027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/gummy-bear-necklace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8553907281964989027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8553907281964989027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/03/gummy-bear-necklace.html' title='Gummy Bear Necklace'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S6MEwD2KuVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/HXNrlQZnLrQ/s72-c/S6304586-croppedWM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1867270048741737431</id><published>2010-02-26T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:57:29.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot topic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn'/><title type='text'>The Unicorn Wallet</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I went to the mall with an old high school friend. It had been a really long time since I'd gone to the mall, months maybe, so I was exited :] We went to Hot Topic and browsed around. My friend got a cool jacket,  and I got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4ivETS6BVI/AAAAAAAAARI/cuZ0Gkbna20/s1600-h/S6304400-wm.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4ivETS6BVI/AAAAAAAAARI/cuZ0Gkbna20/s320/S6304400-wm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442792638111155538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it so cute?!! I love it! It's a bit big, but it's good because I can just hold it like a little clutch, haha. And the print is so cute! Unicorns are the best! I've always loved horses and unicorns, but lately &lt;a href="http://www.doedeereblogazine.com/"&gt;Doe Deere&lt;/a&gt; has been raving about them, which has made me love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about doing a "What's in my Bag?" post, so be on the look for that! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1867270048741737431?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1867270048741737431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/unicorn-wallet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1867270048741737431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1867270048741737431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/unicorn-wallet.html' title='The Unicorn Wallet'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4ivETS6BVI/AAAAAAAAARI/cuZ0Gkbna20/s72-c/S6304400-wm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2109628210859581828</id><published>2010-02-20T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.605-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail polish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neopets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>Hello! Sorry, I've kinda been away but school is consuming most of my time. Neopets is consuming the rest of it... LOL! Anyways, here are this week's hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nail Polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4M2BsBUyCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/77Gw8ez1iNg/s1600-h/Sally-Hansen-Hard-As-Nails_twisted_pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4M2BsBUyCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/77Gw8ez1iNg/s200/Sally-Hansen-Hard-As-Nails_twisted_pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441252177418176546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have an ongoing battle with my fingernails. I've been biting them since I can remember, and since I got braces, it's been easier to let them grow. Still, I have nervous moments where they're gone in an instant. But I've been letting them grow back and I love them because I get to use fun nail polish colors on them again! It's awesome. I currently have rainbow fingers: blue, green, yellow, orange, and pink on each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4M0iiRjB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/EKlMDGv2GJM/s1600-h/Chocolate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4M0iiRjB2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/EKlMDGv2GJM/s200/Chocolate.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441250542714292066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love chocolate. I'm female, for crying out loud!! Haha. Anyways, if you read my previous post, then you know I got a huge chocolate bunny. Need I say more?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my New Year Resolutions, I said that I would be more active and healthy. My mom and I signed up for yoga class at an activity center 15 minutes away from our house. We go two days a week, and I sometimes do some at home following the videos of Esther Ekhart a.k.a. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/yogatic"&gt;Yogatic&lt;/a&gt; on Youtube. She has this beginner's routine that is 30 minutes long and is great. I'm loving yoga so far :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neopets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I got back into it. I stopped playing constantly for about a year. I would log in every once in a while to buy and sell stocks, and to feed my pets, but I had pretty much left my addiction behind. Or so I thought. I got back into it just in time for Daily Dare, which is so much fun! And although I'm not on it every second of my life like I used to, I love it. Although I don't like the whole Neocash idea, (damn you Nickelodeon!), it's still a fun way to waste time :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this are this week's hearts. Share your hearts (favorite things) of the week in the comments below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2109628210859581828?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2109628210859581828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekly-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2109628210859581828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2109628210859581828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekly-hearts.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4M2BsBUyCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/77Gw8ez1iNg/s72-c/Sally-Hansen-Hard-As-Nails_twisted_pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8698985608055191877</id><published>2010-02-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.607-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bunny.</title><content type='html'>I'd forgotten how much I love Easter! It took me a trip to Target for my mind to start reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, my grandma got me a huge chocolate bunny. I ate some of it at home, and the rest I ate it on the bus while my grandma, my brother, and I went on a trip to Mexico. And every year since then, I've bought a giant chocolate bunny. It's kinda like a personal tradition.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Target on my way home, and I passed the Easter isle and immediately though: "I'd forgotten how much I love Easter!", and got myself a tasty bunny (kinda weird to say this, since I'm vegetarian, haha). This year I got a smaller one, just because I'm on a "health kick", kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CmesKlImI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-ZTCO2vPZyg/s1600-h/S6304298-watermarked.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CmesKlImI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-ZTCO2vPZyg/s320/S6304298-watermarked.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440531396045382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So if you'll excuse me, I have a giant chocolate bunny waiting for me in the refrigerator ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8698985608055191877?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8698985608055191877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/chocolate-bunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8698985608055191877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8698985608055191877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/chocolate-bunny.html' title='Chocolate Bunny.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CmesKlImI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-ZTCO2vPZyg/s72-c/S6304298-watermarked.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7589969083004476579</id><published>2010-02-17T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tylenol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Tylenol.</title><content type='html'>I'm the kinda girl who likes to be prepared for everything. That's why I carry a million things in my school bag, even when I know there is like a 5% chance that I'll need it. A girl in high school once referred to my school bag as the "Barney Bag", and I took it a a compliment :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes for whatever reason I take something out of my bag, and forget to put it back in there. Sometimes I go on without noticing. Other times I feel like dying without that item, whether it is chapstick or a mirror. Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this really cute boy in my Biology class. He has facial hair, wears Converse, and always says smart things in class. (And he has braces too!). He sits in the first seat in the first row, and I sit in the second sit in the row right next to his; I used to sit next to him, but some guy stole my seat ;-; Anyways... today he turned around to the girl sitting behind him (to whom he's never spoken to before), and asked her:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you happen to have aspirin, Advil, or something like that?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked in pain, and stretched his arm ; but the girl replied that she didn't have anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CtSHwo21I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2jEl2hZKX90/s1600-h/Tylenol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CtSHwo21I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2jEl2hZKX90/s200/Tylenol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538876695862098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I usually carry Tylenol in my bag (who knew!!), mostly because of my braces, cramps, or for sudden headaches that may prevent me for concentrating in class. But I remembered that on Tuesday of last  week, I forgot the jar where I had to put the kefir the professor was going to give us; so I emptied my medicine container, put the Tylenol in my eyeglasses case, and took the medicine container to class for the kefir. That same day, when I got home, I put the medicine case (with the kefir inside) in my night table drawer, and put the Tylenol on my dresser and never put it back in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had had Tylenol, I could have been like: "Oh, I have some! *shuffle through bag*, here! So, what happened to you?... Oh, really! :O", and then we would make out (oh wow, LOL!). But I had no Tylenol to offer to my crush. He and the girl then started to chit chat about how the professor dressed, and I sat in my seat swearing in my head, wondering what could have been if I had had Tylenol with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7589969083004476579?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7589969083004476579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/tylenol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7589969083004476579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7589969083004476579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/02/tylenol.html' title='Tylenol.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/S4CtSHwo21I/AAAAAAAAAQo/2jEl2hZKX90/s72-c/Tylenol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7320230305392229940</id><published>2010-01-07T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Last year I didn’t have any resolutions, mainly because I didn’t want to fail. And I though about doing the same thing this year, but then I realized there are a couple of things I’d like to accomplish by the end of the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥Go to bed early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a terrible sleeping schedule over the years. I’m talking about going to bed at 1-2 AM. Not only do I wake up late, but I feel energy-less throughout the day. And, this semester I signed up for a 6:30 AM class, so I’ll have to wake up around 5 AM to be out the door by 6. But I know I can do it :] I started going to bed at 11PM yesterday and the day before yesterday, but I ended up just laying there until past midnight, but I’ll just have to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥Don't spend a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve noticed that I’ve spent a lot of money on a lot of useless things throughout the last year, and I need to start to learn the value of money (which is how I came with my next resolution). I want to be a saver, not a spender! So I’m leaving my debit card home when I go to stores from now on, so I have no temptation to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥Get a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been wanting to get a job for a couple of years, but I just can’t overcome my shyness. Recently, I’ve applied to a couple of places, and still no calls back. I definitely don’t want to stop trying! I want to feel useful, and earn money, and that my family stops making remarks of how lazy I am. Seeing my brother buy a laptop a couple of days ago, made me realize that I could do the same if I worked. Hire me please? ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥Exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And not only to loose weight and get toned, but also to have an active life; a hobby. My mom and I are thinking about joining a yoga class, so I think that would be a lot of fun. We went to a trial class many months ago (maybe a year), and it was a great workout, even though it looks easy. I was in pain for like three days afterward. And how cool is it to be a vegetarian who does yoga? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥Make friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven’t mentioned this before, but I’m an extremely shy person (Yes, I just did! a couple of lines up!!). And it’s terribly hard for me to make friends. I have three friends:&lt;br /&gt;-Max&lt;br /&gt;-A girl I’ve known since 7th grade (that’s 6 years!)&lt;br /&gt;-A guy I met online, whom I never met in person, but I’ve known for 4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is definitely not normal for a teenager. I want to learn some social skills, be more friendly and open. I have "the social graces of a fetus", as Kara from America’s Next Top Model said about Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, these are my New Year’s Resolutions. Feel very free to post yours in the comments below! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7320230305392229940?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7320230305392229940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7320230305392229940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7320230305392229940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year&amp;#39;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8599337291563775623</id><published>2010-01-01T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.613-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_yPC0HvLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LpCcEPDjq_Q/s1600-h/pink-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_yPC0HvLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LpCcEPDjq_Q/s320/pink-fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422318816644807858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's already 2010. It's such a big number, and pretty too. I hope this year comes with a lot of new happy surprises, and a lot of blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my family came over to dinner. My mom made pozole, and it was delicious. I must say the night seemed a bit chaotic: four surprise guests (and therefore sitting was messed up, and there were not enough spoons) and kids running around, but it ended up being a great night. I was in charge of the music again, and I didn't do a lousy job. Even though my mom told me a few songs she wanted on the playlist, most of the songs ended up being the ones I liked, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you too had a great night, and I wish you a very happy new year :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8599337291563775623?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8599337291563775623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8599337291563775623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8599337291563775623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_yPC0HvLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/LpCcEPDjq_Q/s72-c/pink-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8815087169048942744</id><published>2009-12-26T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffelatte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural makeup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latte'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>Hello! Here are this week's hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natural Makeup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a huge makeup fan about a year and a half ago, when I stated to watch xsparkage on YouTube. Ever since, I've gained great skill putting on bold eyeshadows (purples, smoky eyes, blues, even red!). I've also gained a great amount of eyeshadows! But that's another story... The point is, lately I've been really into "natural" makeup or,a term I stole from "Sex and the City" (&lt;a href="http://heartshapedpillow.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-fact-about-myself-1.html"&gt;typical&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;u&gt;invisible makeup&lt;/u&gt;. Which is basically when you wear makeup, but at first glance it looks like you're just naturally beautiful. So all I've been wearing lately is a little concealer under my eyes, little or no eyeliner on my top lid only, mascara, and pink lipstick/lipgloss. Not only is this super fast, but I feel so light and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caffelatte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SzasAOosftI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vYz71YPJq9w/s1600-h/caffelatte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SzasAOosftI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vYz71YPJq9w/s200/caffelatte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to quit coffee. Yeah, that didn't work out for more than a month. And I've been drinking tons of coffee lately, and by lots I mean about two cups a day. And I love lattes! They're so good! Sometimes I just make regular coffee just to cut calories from the milk, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conair Facial Sauna System&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SzarI7dw5NI/AAAAAAAAALw/vfrq9k3tceU/s1600-h/conair+facial+sauna+system.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SzarI7dw5NI/AAAAAAAAALw/vfrq9k3tceU/s200/conair+facial+sauna+system.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this as a Christmas present for my mom, as I mentioned in my previous post. I have yet to try it, but I probably will tonight because I'm so excited. I will be writting a review on it after I try it, in case you're wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8815087169048942744?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8815087169048942744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8815087169048942744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8815087169048942744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SzasAOosftI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vYz71YPJq9w/s72-c/caffelatte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-270360437079240978</id><published>2009-12-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittany murphy dies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittany murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rip'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Brittany Murphy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_x1PVwH6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QP8TyCNBlyA/s1600-h/brittany-murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_x1PVwH6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QP8TyCNBlyA/s320/brittany-murphy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422318373330493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just read on Twitter from Jefree Star that Brittany Murphy died. I thought it was some sort of inside joke, but then I scrolled down the page and TMZ had posted about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly cannot believe it. "Don't Say a Word" is one of my favorite movies, EVER! And I also thought she was great in "Girl, Interrupted" and "Just Married".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope her husband and her family can find comfort during this difficult time. My most sincere condolence goes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May she rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-270360437079240978?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/270360437079240978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-brittany-murphy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/270360437079240978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/270360437079240978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-brittany-murphy.html' title='R.I.P Brittany Murphy'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_x1PVwH6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/QP8TyCNBlyA/s72-c/brittany-murphy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6260688240018156484</id><published>2009-12-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.619-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake hair ties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotton container'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetarts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy cane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>Hello! Here are this week's hearts! And a sad little heartache.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cupcake Hair Ties&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy2kqbmWxLI/AAAAAAAAALg/8awP_bdHpPE/s1600-h/cupcake+hair+ties.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy2kqbmWxLI/AAAAAAAAALg/8awP_bdHpPE/s200/cupcake+hair+ties.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got these cute hair ties at the Dollar Tree! They're so cute! I've been wearing pigtails for the past couple of days just so I can wear the cupcakes. The package came with five: pink, blue, green, yellow, and purple. I wanted to buy two packages so I had matching pairs for my pigtails, but I'm trying to save up. And it's always fun to mix and match! I love the glittery part :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SweeTarts Candy Canes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy1FYSQfy6I/AAAAAAAAALA/9fBQc2pC8w4/s1600-h/sweetarts+candy+cane.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy1FYSQfy6I/AAAAAAAAALA/9fBQc2pC8w4/s200/sweetarts+candy+cane.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love candy canes, but I prefer the tarty sweetness of the SweeTarts candy canes. One of my favorite holiday candies.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cotton Container&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy2gVVneX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/khfowhlQmG8/s1600-h/cotton+ball+container.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy2gVVneX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/khfowhlQmG8/s200/cotton+ball+container.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got this container at the Dollar Tree, and I though it was perfect to store my cotton balls because it is airtight. I just love looking at it, I think the cotton balls look like snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybelline's The Colossal Volum' Express&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy07pK_127I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEwAO4ljExQ/s1600-h/Maybelline+The+Colossal+Volum+Express.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy07pK_127I/AAAAAAAAAKo/iEwAO4ljExQ/s200/Maybelline+The+Colossal+Volum+Express.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been meaning to try this mascara probably since it came out, but I never got around to it. Seeing it's bold colors in stores really appealed to me, but for some reason I never bought it. Until about a month ago. I put it on as soon as I got home from the store, and my jaw dropped. It is definitely my favorite mascara. I've been meaning to write about it, but for some reason I keep forgetting. This mascara deserves a post for itself; which I'll definitely write (and put pictures too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-♥-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heartache: Max is sick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has been sick for the past couple of days, I just don't know what's wrong with him and it breaks my heart to see him like that. I've been giving him soft food and pumpkin, but I'm not sure if it is working. This morning my dad gave him a little aspirin (about 50 mg), so I hope that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6260688240018156484?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6260688240018156484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6260688240018156484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6260688240018156484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts_19.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sy2kqbmWxLI/AAAAAAAAALg/8awP_bdHpPE/s72-c/cupcake+hair+ties.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2064563969915652230</id><published>2009-12-15T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.621-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cotton candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue'/><title type='text'>New Look for the Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eaukes/3258757165/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_w4dhmPWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YhKUyKTTLXA/s320/cotton-candy-eaukes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422317329166253410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For a while I've been trying to give the blog a new look, and last night I finally finished. I like to think of it as Cotton Candy themed, because of the blue and pink. I made the banner using Photoshop for the image editing and Paint for the font; and I was really pleased with the result. So I hope my dear readers like it! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm spending a lot of time thinking of things to blog about, so keep tuned!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2064563969915652230?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2064563969915652230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look-for-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2064563969915652230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2064563969915652230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-look-for-blog.html' title='New Look for the Blog'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_w4dhmPWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YhKUyKTTLXA/s72-c/cotton-candy-eaukes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3213303404877870405</id><published>2009-12-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:25:45.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink lips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tampons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm alive, and everything is fine. I just pretty much failed on doing my "Weekly Hearts" for the past couple of... months... Extremely sorry! But I will be pushing myself to do them timely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough intro, let's get to the hearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Echofon (for Firefox)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really into Twitter lately (follow me &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/anitalolita"&gt;@anitalolita&lt;/a&gt;). I tweet about my uninteresting life, but mostly I like reading other people's tweets. And Echofon has made this so much easier :] I also have TwitterBar, but I do think Echofon is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pink Lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu-V4s7yWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eMNfJtUd-Qc/s1600-h/pink-lips-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu-V4s7yWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eMNfJtUd-Qc/s200/pink-lips-3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been wearing pink lips everyday for the past couple of weeks. I love it! I feel it looks really girly and pretty and flirty. I've been using a lip gloss and a liquid lipstick, and yesterday I actually bought my first lipstick from my mom. It's a beautiful barbie pink that I'll be wearing a lot! :]&lt;br /&gt;PS. Those are my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas Carols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people. I love Christmas carols. I'm that kind of person. I'll even listen to them in July! This deserves a whole "Random Fact About Me" post, so I will definitely do that. But I will tell you that I've been bursting into "Winter Wonderland" this whole week. It's my favorite carol and I will write about it in my next random fact post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello Kitty Compact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this at Target. Target, you're draining my bank account!! But I think it was a very well spent $3.99. I love it! I was actually thinking about ordering a similar one from the online Sanrio store, but plus shipping it would probably end up being more than $10, which is ridiculous. But I like it very much, and it also had a hair brush, which does come in handy. The only think I don't like is the smell. It smells like vegan smoked sausage: not good. But it's kind of fading (or I'm getting used to it), which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tampons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SyhxRk8Y8zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zfaRPUDkzAA/s1600-h/Playtex+Sport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SyhxRk8Y8zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zfaRPUDkzAA/s320/Playtex+Sport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, this might be TMI, so I'm warning you.&lt;br /&gt;I switched to tampons on Monday (12/7/09), and I am in heaven! I can't believe I didn't try them before. I'm regular/heavy flow, so I always used the Always Maxi pads, which are kinda bulky. Pads are not the best thing, it feels like a diaper and you're carrying your period around in your panties for a couple of hours (that's what I was talking about when I said TMI alert). And I always worried they would show through my pants... But I don't think I'll go back to only using pads. Tampons &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are this week's hearts, I hope you enjoyed reading through. I'll see your in my next post! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3213303404877870405?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3213303404877870405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3213303404877870405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3213303404877870405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekly-hearts_12.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu-V4s7yWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eMNfJtUd-Qc/s72-c/pink-lips-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1383375191995282154</id><published>2009-12-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>My second vegetarian anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_u7xuUsCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CPe9nXI_rqg/s1600-h/cupcake-2candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_u7xuUsCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CPe9nXI_rqg/s320/cupcake-2candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422315187104690210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's been two years. I truly cannot. But I am twice as proud of myself as I was last year. Here's to another great year as a vegetarian, and many more to come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1383375191995282154?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1383375191995282154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-second-vegetarian-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1383375191995282154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1383375191995282154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-second-vegetarian-anniversary.html' title='My second vegetarian anniversary.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sz_u7xuUsCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/CPe9nXI_rqg/s72-c/cupcake-2candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6074102009026798730</id><published>2009-10-10T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart shaped glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>♥Weekly Hearts♥</title><content type='html'>As promised! Here are this week's hearts (the things I'm loving). Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥My car:&lt;br /&gt;[[photo here coming soon]]&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to tell you that I got a car!! My very first one, in fact. It's a 2003 Hyundai Accent. It is small, 5 speed, and green. It has some details that I will fix over time, but it runs well, and it was in my tight student budget. I just love my little car. It's my new boyfriend! And I named it "Avocado", don't ask why :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥My heart shaped glasses:&lt;br /&gt;[[photos coming soon, i promise]]&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of sunglasses, mostly because I have to wear prescription glasses. And I've had to wear them since I was 4, so I have a sort of hatred towards them. But how could I not love my heart shaped glasses? I just love how "Lolita" they are, and how I feel so cool when I drive my avocado wearing them. Ok, hold on a second. I know what you're thinking!: "Don't you need your prescription glasses to drive?!". Well, yes I do. I wear my prescription glasses most of the time when I drive, but sometimes the sun is in my face and I feel that taking my prescription glasses off and putting on the hearts doesn't hurt :] And it's not like I'm partially blind or anything :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Hello Kitty Band-Aids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/StFxppqvYPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mIMLARoQgKc/s1600-h/hello+kitty+band+aid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/StFxppqvYPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mIMLARoQgKc/s200/hello+kitty+band+aid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I donated blood on Tuesday at my school's blood drive. The guy who took my blood was enormous (I don't mean to be mean, but he really was a big guy). I think people that size shouldn't deal with small veins. It was a painful experience. The first time I donated, the lady had a very good hand and I didn't feel a thing, but this guy was brutal. Basically, I was left with a bruise which made me look like I had been shooting some heroin. So nothing like a cute bandage to cover it up! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my weekly hearts, I hope you enjoyed them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6074102009026798730?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6074102009026798730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-hearts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6074102009026798730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6074102009026798730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekly-hearts.html' title='♥Weekly Hearts♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/StFxppqvYPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mIMLARoQgKc/s72-c/hello+kitty+band+aid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6562997175194938209</id><published>2009-09-26T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.630-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new section'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>New Section: "Weekly Hearts: Things I'm loving this week!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sr-eXWr8jhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MHjk7DkG7DM/s1600-h/heartcontest01.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sr-eXWr8jhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MHjk7DkG7DM/s320/heartcontest01.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello my dear readers, I'm sorry I've slacked a bit (okay, a lot!) on the blog, but school has kept me busy. Still, I don't want to put that as an excuse, because I've had time to spare for my pretty blog. I've been thinking a lot about adding a "weekly section" to it, so that it "forces" me to keep my blog updated. So I though, what could be something I could make a post of every week, and that wouldn't require much from me, yet still be interesting? Well, ta-dah! A week favorites! Fun, right? I think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I would list things I'm in love with that week; anything from blue eyeshadow to unicorns, or hair bows to America's Next Top Model, etc. And I've even thought about occasionally adding a "Heartache" space to add things that I really don't like. I promise it will be fun, and you will get to know a little more about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look for the "Weekly Hearts" every Saturday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6562997175194938209?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6562997175194938209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-section-hearts-things-i-loving-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6562997175194938209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6562997175194938209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-section-hearts-things-i-loving-this.html' title='New Section: &amp;quot;Weekly Hearts: Things I&amp;#39;m loving this week!&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sr-eXWr8jhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/MHjk7DkG7DM/s72-c/heartcontest01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1607520474498057450</id><published>2009-09-14T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>I never thought I'd see the day.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I finally got my driving license!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SrXVgYpZdnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRzuMGMCbBw/s1600-h/beep-beep.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383443681939912306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SrXVgYpZdnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRzuMGMCbBw/s320/beep-beep.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 272px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my brother lent me his car so I could practice being on the road and parking in it. I learned to drive in my mom's car, which has manual transmission and is much smaller, but for some issues I couldn't use it for my test; so my dear brother lent me his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantaneously got the hang of it, although I did reach to change gears a couple of times, and also my left foot felt weird being unused. &lt;u&gt;Seriously&lt;/u&gt;, automatic is a breeze! And so comfortable! Yet, manual is so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my brother said that today he was going to be held up at school, so we decided to go take the test some other day. But, he got home at around 11:30 AM, saying that he had finished up what he had to do and that we could use his car. I quickly got in the shower, and got ready. My parents cleaned up the car and put some nice smelling stuff in it. And we were off to the DMV office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove, and I was a bit nervous. When we got there, my dad got in line, and told me to sit. When he was going to be next, we switched places. I told the lady I came to get my driver's license, and gave her my I.D. and Social Security Card. She was pulling out some forms and asked me if I had had other licenses before. I told her: "No, but I have a permit", to which she said: "Oh! Well that changes things!". I hoped it was for the better. It was. She then put the form back, and got another one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled out my form and got in another line. The lady gave me an appointment for 2 o'clock. I was a bit confused. "What about the computer test?", I wondered. I went back to where my parents were sitting and told them we had to come back at 2 o'clock. My mom asked me the same thing I was wondering, to which I came to the conclusion that I only had to take the computer test once, and that one time was when I got my permit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy. I was &lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt; more nervous about the computer test than about the road test. I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1 o'clock, and before we left, my dad told me to practice my parallel parking a few times. I did it great the first time. The next six times totally sucked. My dad was getting anxious, which made me nervous and almost made me want to cry because he was getting all jumpy and making me even more nervous! He then told me to go around the parking lot and try it again. We both calmed and I did it great the first try. I wanted to leave after that, haha! But instead of going home and back, we decided to go to a nearby McDonald's and get some sundaes. Then we went to Big Lots, where I roamed in the makeup section and almost bought some cheapo eyeshadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the DMV 5 minutes early, and waited. They called my name, along with a couple other people. They told us take our cars and park them in the area with the cones. I did so, it was easy :] I was third in line. The first examiner came and took the first person. Then the second examiner came and started examining the girl next to me. She was basically asking her to use her right and left signal, etc., and I was locating them too, just to make sure I knew where everything was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first examiner came back, and came with me. She asked for the insurance and my form. She examined the car (right and left signals, brake lights, etc). Then she got in. She said: "It's a little warm in here". It was, I was sweating a lot and had been wiping my face with a tissue. I turned on the car and turned the A/C to the highest. Also the radio came on, which was turned off when I parked, but I immediately turned it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me to "Go ahead and parallel park". My nightmare!! But to my surprise, I did it superbly. And then we were really off to the road. First she told me to go right as we left the DMV parking lot, which led us to a residential area. Turn left, turn right,  turn right, turn left... Then she told me to stop, and back in reverse. Dammit! I didn't practice that. I did it, and I ended up.. kinda in the other lane... She told me to watch my orientation. I was just hoping that wouldn't be a deadly mistake. She then sent me into a road with actual traffic. I did good. We got back into the residential area and into the DMV parking lot again. I parked, and turned off the car. She then said: "You did good". To which, in the tone she said it, I was expecting a "But you didn't pass" to follow. I said "Thank you". But then she said: "I don't have to lecture you or anything". I laughed a little and said: "Thank you" again. She then gave me my form back and told me to go back in the in where I had gotten my appointment, and that they would give me my temporary license there. She got out of the car and I kinda stayed there for a moment, not believing what had just happened. I quickly scanned the form to find a check mark next to: "Passed". I then looked at the clock. It was 2:29 PM. I grabbed my Hello Kitty purse and got out of the car. I had the biggest smile on my face! I rarely smile like that when I'm alone. I wast just, so happy. I got in the office again and went up to my parents and told them: "I have a license now!". They congratulated me and I went to get back in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been sweating a lot, and my hair was a mess. I wanted to go fix myself up for the picture (oh man, typical girl!), but thought it was a bit too much. But then my mom went up to me and told me to go fix myself for the picture. I then realized I would have to live for I-don't know-how-many years with a crappy picture if I didn't. I went to the bathroom, brushed my hair, and put on some lip gloss. Apparently I took a little long, and my mom followed me into the bathroom and told me that I just needed a quick fix, not a makeover. I finished up and went back out. I waited in line and when it was my turn I went up to the lady and told her I had just done my driving test. To which she told me: "Oh, you want to take your driving test?". The horror! I said: "No, I just took my test and the lady told me to come back here". She then understood what I was saying and took my $24 dollars, my fingerprints, and my picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at taking pictures when I'm not holding the camera. She was looking at the screen and she smiled. I was going crazy in my mind for that smile! "Did she smile because I came out funny looking? Was it because of my pink hair? Oh my gosh! The camera is totally going to mess up the pink hair!". She then gave me my temporary license and told me to check if the information on it was correct. It was. I asked her if I could drive with that permit. To which she said: "Yes, and you will get your license in the mail in 8 weeks". I thanked her and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to my parents and showed them my "license", I was so happy! We then went back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1607520474498057450?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1607520474498057450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-thought-i-see-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1607520474498057450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1607520474498057450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-thought-i-see-day.html' title='I never thought I&amp;#39;d see the day.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SrXVgYpZdnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FRzuMGMCbBw/s72-c/beep-beep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3895714781794669960</id><published>2009-08-29T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me.</title><content type='html'>According to my birth certificate, 19 years ago I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpjQ7Qo3baI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9VzDZYzEIoU/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpjQ7Qo3baI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9VzDZYzEIoU/s320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375275871763918242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like birthdays. I feel awkward being congratulated and asked: "What does it feel like to be 19?". It doesn't feel different. I will feel awkward when later on I have to say my age and I hesitate in a mental battle that goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;-I'm 18, I mean 19, I mean, yeah 19...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I feel like I have to be the center of attention the entire day, and that I need to act entertaining for everyone. I also feel awkward opening gifts. What if I don't like it? I don't want to hurt anyone's feeling, I wanna be thankful. What if it's cash? I like cash, yet it's not something that will take my breath away. What if I don't get anything? Well that would suck, yet it would be great at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like I need to have a smile fixed on my face the entire day. My face hurts when I smile for too long. Even if it &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; genuine. If it's not genuine, my face trembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet here I am: "Another year older, but none the wiser". I'm just glad I'm healthy, and with my family. That's enough to make me happy. Happy birthday, to me :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3895714781794669960?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3895714781794669960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3895714781794669960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3895714781794669960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpjQ7Qo3baI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9VzDZYzEIoU/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3517407612024185246</id><published>2009-08-23T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.637-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts about myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red mug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee mug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random fact'/><title type='text'>Random Fact About Myself #3</title><content type='html'>I like to drink coffee in a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; coffee mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpIWcAD6YSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ENFDiG6tvU8/s1600-h/S6306307-cofee+mug-+cut.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373381975714980130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpIWcAD6YSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ENFDiG6tvU8/s320/S6306307-cofee+mug-+cut.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to drink coffee every morning. And sometimes even in the afternoon while my mom and I watch a Mexican gossip show. And I always drink it in one of the big red cups we have, while my mom drinks it in a skimpy white cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain why I don't like small cups, I just don't. I feel that coffee tastes better in my big red cup :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3517407612024185246?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3517407612024185246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-fact-about-myself-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3517407612024185246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3517407612024185246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-fact-about-myself-3.html' title='Random Fact About Myself #3'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpIWcAD6YSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ENFDiG6tvU8/s72-c/S6306307-cofee+mug-+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7057463918090027022</id><published>2009-08-20T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.639-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail tutorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glittery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today&apos;s fingernails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail polish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><title type='text'>Today's Fingernails: Glittery Pink Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So8-iarI2TI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d1fv_WFKedQ/s1600-h/S6300732-cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So8-iarI2TI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d1fv_WFKedQ/s400/S6300732-cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372581641473022258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they pretty? I know!! Here's what I used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4GwWsjBFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9kHZ4c_x6SY/s1600-h/S6300692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4GwWsjBFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9kHZ4c_x6SY/s200/S6300692.JPG" alt="nail growth treatment-green" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372238833295492178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1-&lt;/span&gt; Apply a coat of Sally Hansen Nail Nutrition (around $7 at Target). Wait for your fingernails to absorb it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4G8pvEuKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HwxBfZBxi4I/s1600-h/S6300685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4G8pvEuKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HwxBfZBxi4I/s200/S6300685.JPG" alt="nail polish-pink nail polish-love" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372239044564793506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2-&lt;/span&gt; Apply a coat of Pure Ice in "Love" ($2 at Walmart). What a pretty name! Wait for it to dry completely. Apply another coat, and wait for it to dry as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4Gw-dtGsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q5E0rqLcPZc/s1600-h/S6300693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4Gw-dtGsI/AAAAAAAAAFk/q5E0rqLcPZc/s200/S6300693.JPG" alt="spit fire-glitter nail polish" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372238843970656962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3-&lt;/span&gt; Add a thin layer of Pure Ice in "Spit Fire" ($2 at Walmart), and wait for it to dry. Add a second and third coat. Wait for it to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4G9Lrv56I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3Rf50sLeeg0/s1600-h/S6300689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So4G9Lrv56I/AAAAAAAAAF0/3Rf50sLeeg0/s200/S6300689.JPG" alt="nailgrowth miracle-nail treatment" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372239053677651874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4-&lt;/span&gt; Apply a protective top coat. I'm using Sally Hansen's Nailgrowth Miracle (around $7 at Target) only because it already got tacky and I didn't have anything else in hand. Also I didn't want to skip this step because when the glittery nail polish dries, it's rough to the touch (you can feel the glitter) and that drives me nuts. And this added a nice smooth layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it! Really simple and really cute :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt; Click on the picture to see the full size (1024x768). The glittery one looks pretty cool :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7057463918090027022?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7057463918090027022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-fingernails-glittery-pink-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7057463918090027022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7057463918090027022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-fingernails-glittery-pink-candy.html' title='Today&amp;#39;s Fingernails: Glittery Pink Candy'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/So8-iarI2TI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d1fv_WFKedQ/s72-c/S6300732-cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1846286749935115378</id><published>2009-08-19T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.641-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Target'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dollar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>Hello Kitty + Target = ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZqUcclHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k_pojwM4x1o/s1600-h/S6300644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZqUcclHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k_pojwM4x1o/s400/S6300644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371767039123559538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently have some weird addiction to Hello Kitty, and the one dollar section at Target. So when Target decides to put Hello Kitty stuff in the one dollar section, it's just too perfect. I've only seen them put Hello Kitty stuff in that section twice. And both times I've bought some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time, which was maybe like a year ago, I bought:&lt;br /&gt;-A five color pen.&lt;br /&gt;-A vinyl wallet&lt;br /&gt;-Two key chains&lt;br /&gt;-A set of two headbands. Only one had a Hello Kitty in it, though. Which I broke, but it was nothing a little super glue couldn't fix :]&lt;br /&gt;And two other things for my little cousin (I think it was another 5 color pen and a set of two painting thingies, and she gave me one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZ9YfpUKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GLeyQ-Ib8zU/s1600-h/S6300642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZ9YfpUKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GLeyQ-Ib8zU/s320/S6300642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371767366628233378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my last Hello Kitty haul, I bought:&lt;br /&gt;-Three little spiral notebooks&lt;br /&gt;-A magnet list pad&lt;br /&gt;-Two key chains (which are hollow, rather than completely out of plastic like the previous ones)&lt;br /&gt;-A necklace and bracelet set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also bought some Hello Kitty stuff from the school supplies section:&lt;br /&gt;-One pencil case&lt;br /&gt;-A set of two mechanical pencils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZ9q4SUyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/giA04-mRubU/s1600-h/S6300660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZ9q4SUyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/giA04-mRubU/s320/S6300660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371767371563422498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had pencil sets at the dollar section, which I almost bought, but I controlled myself. I don't really use pencils anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my Target Hello Kitty haul. I think I should stop spending money, and save up for my car. Definitely :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1846286749935115378?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1846286749935115378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-kitty-target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1846286749935115378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1846286749935115378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-kitty-target.html' title='Hello Kitty + Target = ♥'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SoxZqUcclHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k_pojwM4x1o/s72-c/S6300644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-67247095786192010</id><published>2009-08-12T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.644-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='webcam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Mini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAM'/><title type='text'>Welcome back, baby.</title><content type='html'>I just got my laptop back! Yay! I'm so happy! It looks huge!! I'm not even kidding. Even though its a small (14 inch screen) laptop, using the HP mini (10.2 inch screen) for the last couple of days totally messed up my perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this laptop from my dad, and it only had 512MB of RAM, with Vista. Those are two things that should not be paired. So I finally decided to take it to a tech and add 2 GB of RAM to it. It runs so much faster now! I will be able to use Photoshop more easily, and watch movies, and other good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going to miss the webcam of the HP mini. That was so much fun :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-67247095786192010?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/67247095786192010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/67247095786192010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/67247095786192010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-back-baby.html' title='Welcome back, baby.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2690240495877389241</id><published>2009-08-11T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.645-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving permit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manual transmission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road test'/><title type='text'>I need my driver's license.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu0ZOuzceI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZdeaaL33auw/s1600-h/we%27re-so-over--photoshoped.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu0ZOuzceI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZdeaaL33auw/s400/we%27re-so-over--photoshoped.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got my driving permit a couple of days after my 18th birthday. Almost one year later, I still don't have my driver's license. This is &lt;u&gt;pathetic&lt;/u&gt;!! I admit it! And the worst thing is that I needed to get my license before going back to school, because my brother (who was my chauffeur [jk, jk]) is going to another school from now on. And I, like the good procrastinator I am, have waited until the last moment to sit down and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fourteen days until school starts, and I need my license ASAP!! I'm thinking about cramming the handbook and taking the tests on next Tuesday, and that's stretching it. I have been taking a lot of hands-on-the-wheel practice. You know, driving to Walmart for milk, or driving my mom to run errands. And also I've been doing that in a car with manual transmission, which slowed me down, but I now master. (Actually I stalled it today while pulling into the garage, but I'm ignoring this incident).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I miss my laptop so much!! :[ I will hopefully get it back tomorrow, though :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2690240495877389241?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2690240495877389241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-my-driver-license.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2690240495877389241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2690240495877389241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-my-driver-license.html' title='I need my driver&amp;#39;s license.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Syu0ZOuzceI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZdeaaL33auw/s72-c/we%27re-so-over--photoshoped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-9120718334694203528</id><published>2009-08-08T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.647-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new banner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Mini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP Mini 1035NR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart  shaped pillow'/><title type='text'>New Banner!</title><content type='html'>Check out my new banner! I made it in MS Paint, using a picture that I took for a contest at &lt;a href="http://doedeereblogazine.com/"&gt;Doe Deere Blogazine&lt;/a&gt;, which at the end I was too late to enter :[ Anyways! My laptop is currently in the hospital getting 2 GB of RAM transplanted, so I'm using my dad's mini laptop. Check it out!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SonvOs6acII/AAAAAAAAAE8/8xKCTj6WLuA/s1600-h/S6300622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SonvOs6acII/AAAAAAAAAE8/8xKCTj6WLuA/s320/S6300622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371087066469396610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See how it's almost as small as my mouse pad? Cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so tiny and cute! The thing I like the most is that it has a webcam and that it is so tiny and light that it can be taken anywhere. But it's just temporary, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Oh, I wandered off again. Basically I meant to say that I had to do the banner in Pain because my laptop, which has Photoshop, is in the computer repair shop-thingy. It will probably be there until Monday, so I had no choice other than to wait; and I didn't want to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a cold! Yay! Not really :[ On Thursday afternoon, my mom and I went to Wal-Mart to buy some urgent stuff. When we got out, it was raining a little. I said: "This is so nice! I love the rain!". In the couple of yards to our car, the rain got super heavy, and we ended up all wet. I drove home, which was actually the first time I drove in the rain :], and when we got home I changed clothes and proceeded as normally. The next morning I woke up with cold symptoms. And today, I'm basically a mucous mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been drinking tons of lemonade, which means tons of trips to the bathroom. And I don't like taking medicine, so I'll just have to rest the cold out of my system. This will be fun :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-9120718334694203528?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9120718334694203528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-banner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/9120718334694203528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/9120718334694203528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-banner.html' title='New Banner!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SonvOs6acII/AAAAAAAAAE8/8xKCTj6WLuA/s72-c/S6300622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8648131118115660672</id><published>2009-08-06T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:26:13.843-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pillow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart pillow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart shaped pillow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braces'/><title type='text'>New blog name, new start.</title><content type='html'>I decided to change the name of my blog to "Heart Shaped Pillow". Why? Well, the story is probably not exhilarating, but here it goes: I decided to start a new Blogger account, for an unknown reason. You know, one of those days you wake up and say to yourself: "Today I shall make a new Blogger account!". So I did. I also started a &lt;a href="http://akamissbraceface.blogspot.com/"&gt;braces blog&lt;/a&gt;! Check it out if you want!! And I also started &lt;u&gt;another&lt;/u&gt; blog about my parents dysfunctional marriage, which I have yet to post anything on. This may not make a lot of sense since I abandoned my pretty blog for about six months, and now I'm supposed to keep up with three? Let's see how that goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh, yeah! I kinda wandered off. So after I made the braces blog and the one about my dysfunctional parents, I decided to import my old blog. But what? I first needed a new blog URL. I tried a few things, like: glittercupcake.blogspot.com, anascupcake.blogspot.com, or lolitasunglasses.blogspot.com, which were all taken (or were just too ridiculus). So I sat here in my desk, waiting for enlightenment, when I looked over to my right; and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sn5teiFDsqI/AAAAAAAAACs/2KEo4zNbVFo/s1600-h/S6300614.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367848177183732386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sn5teiFDsqI/AAAAAAAAACs/2KEo4zNbVFo/s320/S6300614.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HEART SHAPED PILLOW!! I thought it was great, it wasn't taken, it didn't have a sexual connotation: SOLD!... (Figuratively talking, since it's free...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I came up with the name. I told you it wasn't exciting or anything. But that's exactly how it happened :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you keep reading my blog, thank you! If you just bumped into it, stay!! And I will have more updates soon :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8648131118115660672?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8648131118115660672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog-name-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8648131118115660672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8648131118115660672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog-name-new-start.html' title='New blog name, new start.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/Sn5teiFDsqI/AAAAAAAAACs/2KEo4zNbVFo/s72-c/S6300614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8159642010188481508</id><published>2009-01-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.650-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty scar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>The Girl With the Hello Kitty Scar: Part II</title><content type='html'>Today I took a picture of the Hello Kitty in my arm. It's in "scab form" now. I plan on leaving it like this for a couple of days and then peeling it off, so it leaves a deeper mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpLKryzPGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DNEmVgfmBIo/s1600-h/Hello+Kitty+Scar+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpLKryzPGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DNEmVgfmBIo/s400/Hello+Kitty+Scar+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373580159126280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8159642010188481508?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8159642010188481508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-with-hello-kitty-scar-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8159642010188481508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8159642010188481508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-with-hello-kitty-scar-part-ii.html' title='The Girl With the Hello Kitty Scar: Part II'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpLKryzPGxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/DNEmVgfmBIo/s72-c/Hello+Kitty+Scar+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2508579481903410695</id><published>2009-01-02T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sansa fuze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanrio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phone bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t have a cell phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanrio character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hello kitty'/><title type='text'>Random Fact About Myself #2</title><content type='html'>I don't have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't really want one either. First of all, I don't have anyone to call. Second of all, I'm never really by myself; so I rely on whoever is with me if I need to make a call. Which comes back to the first point, I don't have anyone to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get a cell phone, I'll probably want something cute. Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SV50KVcSv1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/_Bu9dzpqbu4/s1600-h/hello+kitty+cell+phones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SV50KVcSv1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/_Bu9dzpqbu4/s320/hello+kitty+cell+phones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286790733482868562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But they're only available in Japan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if I had a cellphone, I would probably get one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SV51pG0SlII/AAAAAAAAAKY/glzu9yOWIww/s1600-h/cellphonebed.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SV51pG0SlII/AAAAAAAAAKY/glzu9yOWIww/s320/cellphonebed.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286792361644561538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it? It's a bed, for your cell phone!! ^-^ In my opinion, it is as unnecessary as it is cute. I read you can also use it with your iPod, or in my case, my Sansa Fuze. See the little slippers? They are screen cleaners. How cool is that?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in another topic. Remember I told you I was watching Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve because I wanted to see the Jonas Brothers and Demi and Taylor? Well, apparently I was on the wrong Channel... How lame is that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2508579481903410695?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2508579481903410695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-fact-about-myself-2.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2508579481903410695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2508579481903410695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-fact-about-myself-2.html' title='Random Fact About Myself #2'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SV50KVcSv1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/_Bu9dzpqbu4/s72-c/hello+kitty+cell+phones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6188493209115168859</id><published>2009-01-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:24:09.022-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dick Clark&apos;s New Year&apos;s Rockin&apos; Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year ritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver twist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jolly rancher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demi lovato'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVx27pcNxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oYy2_tf9rMM/s1600-h/fireworks+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVx27pcNxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oYy2_tf9rMM/s200/fireworks+rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286230829734676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I went to bed, I wanted to wish you a very happy New Year! I hope you had an amazing night. I did. My mom made vegetarian lasagna, and we drank wine. Then we watched "Oliver!", it ended about 30 minutes before 12 AM; so I went upstairs to my room because my mom was already fast asleep and my dad was sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched David Cook at the Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve; but I pretty much only wanted to see the Jonas Brothers, which I obviously missed. I saw the countdown and kissed Pepino when the ball dropped. Then I ate a Jolly Rancher hard candy, because I heard that in order to have good news all year, the first thing you eat should be sweet; so I hope that works.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVx3ky5xLgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ng4fWgkv2_w/s1600-h/jolly+rancher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVx3ky5xLgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ng4fWgkv2_w/s200/jolly+rancher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286231536649186818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just sipping my wine and watching Frasier. I have a little Christmas story I want to tell you, but I'll do that later today; the wine is making me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I wish you health, love, success, happiness, and whatever it is that you most want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6188493209115168859?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6188493209115168859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6188493209115168859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6188493209115168859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVx27pcNxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oYy2_tf9rMM/s72-c/fireworks+rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1814551163316442988</id><published>2008-12-30T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty little secret all american rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty little secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock band wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all american rejects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rockband wii'/><title type='text'>Rocking on Christmas Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVsRnSJ5syI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5sY2zcs5u8/s1600-h/rock+band+wii.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVsRnSJ5syI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5sY2zcs5u8/s200/rock+band+wii.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285837954235347746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I posted about my Christmas until today, but it's just been busy. I hope you had an amazing day and got all the gifts you wanted. I spent the day at my grandma's house. One of my cousins got Rock Band for the Wii, so he brought with him to my grandma's and all the cousins were using it. I played on easy mode, and I did awesome on the guitar; decent on the drums; and pretty much failed on the mic (although I did rock out with "Dirty Little Secret" by the All American Rejects!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was really fun for me, and I hope it was awesome for you too. It's almost New Year, I cannot believe how fast this year went by; and I can't wait to find out what the next year will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1814551163316442988?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1814551163316442988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/rocking-on-christmas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1814551163316442988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1814551163316442988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/rocking-on-christmas-day.html' title='Rocking on Christmas Day!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SVsRnSJ5syI/AAAAAAAAAJo/l5sY2zcs5u8/s72-c/rock+band+wii.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1357184897235121758</id><published>2008-12-24T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:23:54.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaceful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scold'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>I hope you had an amazing Christmas Eve!!! This year I spent it only with my mom and dad, because my brother is in Mexico. My aunt invited us three to her house (she lives around the corner), but we decided to stay in and have a quiet and peaceful night. Before dinner, my dad and my mom told me stories about their childhood Christmases. I loved that they shared that with me, and it was fun to listen.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was going to cook lasagna (vegetarian for me, yum!), but in the end we ate Chinese food, which I love. My dad let me drink beer, and after dinner, we put on our pajamas and we watched TV in their room. My uncle stopped by to pick up my cousin's new bicycle. They were hiding the bicycle in our garage for a couple of weeks, so that my cousin wouldn't see it; he is 10 years-old and still believes in Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very calm and quiet person, so this day was perfect for me, but tomorrow we're driving over to my grandma's. I'm happy to see all my uncles, aunts, cousins, and grandma; and every year we have tons of fun. I'm a bit fuzzy about seeing my cousin Sofia. She stayed over at my house, and apparently she doesn't know how to behave and I don't have any patience. So I kept on scolding her, maybe she told my uncle that I was mean to her; and that will cause commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to figure out what to wear, I feel like I have nothing :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to give my mom her Christmas gift. I got her a makeup brush (she has a horrible one), and a gift card to one of her favorite stores; that way she can get something she truly likes. And, I'm giving her my brother's gift, which she doesn't know about. He gave it to me the day he left, and told me to keep it a secret until the 25th. For the past days she's been like: "Your brother didn't even give me a gift, how mean...", so I can't wait to see her face when she knows about it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 11:30 now and "Sex and the City" is about to start, and I'll probably watch it tucked under the covers, I need to wake up early tomorrow to pick out an outfit, do my hair, makeup, and open gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1357184897235121758?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1357184897235121758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1357184897235121758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1357184897235121758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-eve.html' title='My Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3746463982181101737</id><published>2008-12-19T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:23:43.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sansa fuze 8gb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandisk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sansa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandisk sansa 8gb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rice krispie treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great mp3 player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3 player'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUyZGELb7UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/z3MQ2jgBsDk/s1600-h/sansa8gbsilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUyZGELb7UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/z3MQ2jgBsDk/s200/sansa8gbsilver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281764792478723394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said in one of my previous posts, I was thinking of getting a new MP3 player. I made up my mind and I ordered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandisk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sansa&lt;/span&gt; 8GB. I got it on December 17, a day earlier than expected; which made me happy. It really is a great player. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sandisk&lt;/span&gt; website and downloaded the firmware update and then I transferred my music to the device. I'm very happy with it, it works really well!!&lt;br /&gt;Along with the player came a set of headphones, which I didn't even open. Also a cable to connect to the computer, and a little case to keep the player safe. Basic instructions, Rhapsody installation CD (I didn't even use it), and some more papers.&lt;br /&gt;The videos do play in really good quality, I downloaded the Taylor Swift "Love Story" video, and it looks lovely.&lt;br /&gt;A thing that freaked me out a bit was that it froze on me once. No big deal really, I just had to hold the power button for a little while. But I still love it! And one more thing, the player actually looks way better in real life that in the picture. I would show you guys a picture of it, but my brother took the camera with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm witting this so late because my cousin is staying over in my house and I didn't have time all day to sit and type in the computer. Right now she is sleeping in my bed, and I'm sitting in the carpet watching "Friends". My other baby cousin came the other day and she brought with her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag she got at daycare, and she forgot it here when she left. It had some chocolate kisses, a Rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Krispie&lt;/span&gt; Treat, and a Hannah Montana doll. I ate all the candy... Oh well, maybe she won't notice :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3746463982181101737?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3746463982181101737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-winner-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3746463982181101737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3746463982181101737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUyZGELb7UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/z3MQ2jgBsDk/s72-c/sansa8gbsilver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7302668198980229929</id><published>2008-12-16T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.663-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip to mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when your gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne when you&apos;re gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss my brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when you&apos;re gone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avril lavigne when your gone'/><title type='text'>"When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you..."</title><content type='html'>Today my brother left and went on a trip to Mexico to see his girlfriend. I'm happy for him and I know he'll have tons of fun, but we're going to miss him a lot. It just makes me think that we &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; growing up fast (or at least he is), even though he is only 19. The fact that he will not be spending Christmas and New Year with us is kind of a sign of it. 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href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-gone-pieces-of-my-heart-are-missing.html' title='&amp;quot;When you&amp;#39;re gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you...&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-5245421738736471488</id><published>2008-12-15T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stuff on my tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green meepit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubber ducky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanrio character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocodile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gummy animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giant mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meepit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green mm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giraffe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my melody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neopets plushie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtle'/><title type='text'>Cute Stuff on Top of My TV</title><content type='html'>I keep a lot of cute stuff on top of my TV. Here's a picture so you can know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUazuS6xlgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gR-H4rqHQVo/s1600-h/S6302068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUazuS6xlgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gR-H4rqHQVo/s400/S6302068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280105221072197122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Cute dog: I got it a long time ago at some department store (I think it was Mervyn's).&lt;br /&gt;♥ Giraffe: My cousin Sofia gave it to me about a year and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Hello Kitty head in the back: My cousin Valeria gave it to me last New Year’s Eve. I think she got it with a Happy Meal. It's the one with the body of a bee ^-^&lt;br /&gt;♥ Pink Sanrio Character: I think it is called My Melody. My cousin Sofia gave it to me a couple of months ago. I think she got it in a Happy Meal in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Red turtle: My friend gave it to me as a gift from when she went to a trip in Mexico. It has a wobbly head ^-^&lt;br /&gt;♥ Rubber ducky: A friend gave it to me last valentine day. It has a little heart in the top hat.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Green Meepit plushie: I bought it at Limited Too. I would have preferred pink, but they only had them in that color. The crown/tiara was from another cat plushie that I got for Christmas years ago.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Giant M&amp;amp;M: I bought it at Wal-Mart. My intention was to use it to keep coins in it and put it in my purse. But it is terribly hard to open, especially for a girl with short fingernails. But still, it is so freakin' adorable ^-^.&lt;br /&gt;♥ Uni: My mom gave it to me when I graduated from high school. What can I say? I love Neopets ^-^&lt;br /&gt;♥ Crocodile: I bought it at Target at the $1 section. It is so freakin' cute and I named it Kevin ^-^&lt;br /&gt;♥Rubber gummy animals: I got them for a quarter each at a machine at Cici's Pizza buffet. From left to right: pig, bear, pig, and monkey. The monkey was given to me by a girl in my piano class in high school, but she probably got it from the same place I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. I really love anything cute ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-5245421738736471488?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5245421738736471488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-stuff-on-top-of-my-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5245421738736471488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/5245421738736471488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-stuff-on-top-of-my-tv.html' title='Cute Stuff on Top of My TV'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUazuS6xlgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gR-H4rqHQVo/s72-c/S6302068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6261503819465561108</id><published>2008-12-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:23:21.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative zen mozaic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandisk sansa 4gb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gvp flat iron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guess coat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandisk sansa 8gb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Hampton Console Table - White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school is over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new coat'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holidays! Yay!! Things I've Bought!</title><content type='html'>Today I had my last final at school. It was more like a final group project. I'm so happy that this semester is over, but at the same time, I'm going to miss my professors :[ I'm still at school because my brother is still in class taking his finals, and he is my chauffeur. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not really, if he would read this, I would have to forget about him driving me to school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! But it is alright, I figured that as long as I have a computer with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, I'm happy :] And I'm actually using a Mac right now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; they're so pretty! I'm using it with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt; because I have never used Mac OS before. I'm so relieved that classes are over, now I can dedicate more time to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buying a lot of stuff lately, which I feel a bit guilty for :[ Here's what I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new coat! I've never had one, and this is so pretty. It is Guess (not that I care about name brands) and it was at a good price. I'm actually wearing it right now and it is so comfy and warm. It looks like this, but it is black (I couldn't find a picture of it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUM_99F7W_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HSHVQwE_PTk/s1600-h/coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUM_99F7W_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HSHVQwE_PTk/s200/coat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279133521812347890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new flat iron! My old one works just fine, but I've read that this one works just as well as the CHI, but is half the price. I've seen them before at Sally's, but I thought that because they're generic, they wouldn't work. Turns out they are amazing! They used to have really cute designs before: cherries, stars, etc. Now they only have snakeskin prints. I really like mine; it is hot pink, almost neon. It does work very well; I especially love how it curls my hair. It makes it look so natural, something that curling irons never did for me. And obviously, it straightens hair very well, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNBkwbrGoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YistX3HnEF0/s1600-h/gvp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNBkwbrGoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YistX3HnEF0/s200/gvp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279135287940422274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A new desk! It arrived on December 3, as planned. I absolutely love it! It was so easy to assemble. I only needed my dad's help to bring the box upstairs to my room, because it was very heavy. My dad offered to help with the assembly, but I ended up doing it myself. It was super easy, I just needed to screw in the legs, and the little drawer knobs. I love how it looks in my room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUYI9zRkBXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0kudMROfmlM/s1600-h/S6302943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUYI9zRkBXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0kudMROfmlM/s200/S6302943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279917470967399794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUYI9K9ugqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5Y9Xc9ahsXk/s1600-h/S6302953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUYI9K9ugqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5Y9Xc9ahsXk/s200/S6302953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279917460146782882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So those are the things I've bought lately that where relatively expensive. But it seems like I'm not stopping there. I want a new MP3 player. I’m not falling for the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; trend; I think they're overpriced and way too delicate. I have looked in four different online stores and I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; narrowed down my choices to three. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SanDisk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sansa&lt;/span&gt; 4GB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fuze&lt;/span&gt;, in pink obviously:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlDcplcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PqRqKOG9ClA/s1600-h/sansa4gbpink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlDcplcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PqRqKOG9ClA/s200/sansa4gbpink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279137492068046274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Creative Zen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mozaic&lt;/span&gt; 4GB, in black:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlHHmvQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6EY30p1jFck/s1600-h/creativezenmozaic4gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlHHmvQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6EY30p1jFck/s200/creativezenmozaic4gb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279137493053521154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;SanDisk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sansa&lt;/span&gt; 8GB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fuze&lt;/span&gt;, in silver (mainly because there is no other choice of color):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlLSy80I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/43fON75f1xU/s1600-h/sansa8gbsilver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUNDlLSy80I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/43fON75f1xU/s200/sansa8gbsilver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279137494174200642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it. It is a very long post, but I just wanted to share all of this with you. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-6261503819465561108?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6261503819465561108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-holidays-yay-things-i-bought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6261503819465561108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6261503819465561108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-holidays-yay-things-i-bought.html' title='Christmas Holidays! Yay!! Things I&amp;#39;ve Bought!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SUM_99F7W_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/HSHVQwE_PTk/s72-c/coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3774457582057825076</id><published>2008-12-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.670-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarianism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>My first vegetarian anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpGHKaCNJII/AAAAAAAAAIM/iNX2fLZHCBQ/s1600-h/happy+bday+cupcake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpGHKaCNJII/AAAAAAAAAIM/iNX2fLZHCBQ/s320/happy+bday+cupcake.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373224443286725762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's been a year since I became a vegetarian. I'm proud of myself. I'm glad I could make it this far, and hopefully I can stay like this for many years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I started and a week passed, and I was so excited, but I wondered if I could make it to a year. And here I am today, I haven't eaten anything that once had a face :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3774457582057825076?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3774457582057825076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-vegetarian-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3774457582057825076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3774457582057825076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-vegetarian-anniversary.html' title='My first vegetarian anniversary.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZOjXSEgEqTA/SpGHKaCNJII/AAAAAAAAAIM/iNX2fLZHCBQ/s72-c/happy+bday+cupcake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-1207474637407191849</id><published>2008-11-28T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:22:48.366-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='console table'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean room pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='december'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clean room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Hampton Console Table - White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ps2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play station 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flat screen tv'/><title type='text'>Finally, it's done...</title><content type='html'>I know I kind of promised pictures of my clean room like two weeks ago (I'm sorry, but I tend to procrastinate...). But here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-rU2QzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dTo_XUQ3IRU/s1600-h/S6302087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-rU2QzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dTo_XUQ3IRU/s200/S6302087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275107122642043698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-ewQdyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oPj5psfMPpo/s1600-h/S6302092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-ewQdyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/oPj5psfMPpo/s200/S6302092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275107119267346210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-abZrGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X7SCBdiUdAQ/s1600-h/S6302301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-abZrGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/X7SCBdiUdAQ/s200/S6302301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275107118106127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's my clean room. As you can see I'm currently using my nightstand as a mini desk. But not to worry, this will be temporary, because I already ordered the desk I talked about in the other post. Which looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STCRE8Ka-pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6FTIYGtW0yg/s1600-h/31mK5Oy7wmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STCRE8Ka-pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6FTIYGtW0yg/s320/31mK5Oy7wmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273874677706193554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically it's not a desk, its a console table. But I chose this one because the desk of the same line was too big and the drawer was for a keyboard (apparently designed for desktops), and I have a laptop, so it wouldn't be ergonomic. It should arrive December 3, I can't wait :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and since it was Black Friday, my parents bought a new TV. I'm so happy for them. I hated their old TV, and it was big, bulky and old; they bought it around the time my brother was born, and he is 19 now. So they already set it up and it looks great. My brother took his PS2 over to my parent's room to play a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some relatives came over to visit, and they're staying in my house. It's fine, but it's weird having people sleep in your house when you haven't seen them in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about all I have to say, LOL! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-1207474637407191849?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1207474637407191849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-it-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1207474637407191849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/1207474637407191849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-it-done.html' title='Finally, it&amp;#39;s done...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTx-rU2QzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/dTo_XUQ3IRU/s72-c/S6302087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-7034736811893491387</id><published>2008-11-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:22:36.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glutony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pecan pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love kevin jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>Just wishing you a happy Thanksgiving Day. I hope you have a great day, eat a lot, and enjoy with your family and friends. As for me, I'll continue eating as much pecan pie as I can, I love it! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SS8-9cbF_BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iy60Jvpx39Q/s1600-h/EdwardsPecanPie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SS8-9cbF_BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iy60Jvpx39Q/s200/EdwardsPecanPie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273502913996913682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-7034736811893491387?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7034736811893491387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7034736811893491387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/7034736811893491387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SS8-9cbF_BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/iy60Jvpx39Q/s72-c/EdwardsPecanPie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-35300724201859317</id><published>2008-11-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the cold war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random facts about myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quoting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samantha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlotte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random fact'/><title type='text'>Random Fact About Myself #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SSY-WCNE6bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aAawciXfafc/s1600-h/ep94_4women_onstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270968962153507250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SSY-WCNE6bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aAawciXfafc/s320/ep94_4women_onstreet.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love quoting lines from the "Sex and the City" series. "I love it, it's my thing, let it go." See? That is from episode 17 in season 6, "The Cold War". That's what Miranda says to Steve and Charlotte when they ask her why she likes the gossip magazine "Tattle Tale". You'll be surprised how easily I can remember these lines, yet I have a hard time remembering phone numbers and delivering phone messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own all the "Sex and the City" seasons and I see them every time I have a chance. I also catch the re-runs on a local channel at night (and even at midday when I don't go to school), so I'm very familiar with all they have said. I love bringing up witty quotes to conversations. People are like: "Ummm ok..." But it is totally fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you quote lines from your favorite TV shows too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-35300724201859317?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/35300724201859317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-fact-about-myself-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/35300724201859317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/35300724201859317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-fact-about-myself-1.html' title='Random Fact About Myself #1'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SSY-WCNE6bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aAawciXfafc/s72-c/ep94_4women_onstreet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-6679047835387430704</id><published>2008-11-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:20:56.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hates baths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shampoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>Max really hates baths...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-9Z6VsMJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wh2c57D9tgk/s1600-h/S6301629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138341901381778" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-9Z6VsMJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wh2c57D9tgk/s320/S6301629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-9PX2hOXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4Gsq_MCh78/s1600-h/S6301631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269138160845142386" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-9PX2hOXI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4Gsq_MCh78/s320/S6301631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, today Max took a bath. And he hates baths. When he sees me and my brother getting all his bath stuff ready (shampoo, conditioner, brush, blow dryer, towel, etc), he runs and hides under the bed. He usually hides under my brother's bed, but his door was closed, so Max hid under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he looked cute because his nose was sticking out, LOL. But he got his bath anyway, and he now smells great; and he is all fluffed up!! I'll probably post pics of him tomorrow, along with pics of my room ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&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/5457982313415972541-6679047835387430704?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6679047835387430704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/max-really-hates-baths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6679047835387430704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/6679047835387430704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/max-really-hates-baths.html' title='Max really hates baths...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-9Z6VsMJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Wh2c57D9tgk/s72-c/S6301629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-4985742023669071779</id><published>2008-11-15T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move furniture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird hobbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liar liar'/><title type='text'>Now I have nowhere to sleep :[</title><content type='html'>Yes, like the title says, but maybe not as bad as it sounds. Today I decided to move my room's furniture around. As weird as it sounds, this is one of my favorite hobbies; and I do it once or twice every two months. Sometimes, when I like my room just fine, I go over to my brother’s room and move his furniture around; I also clean around, so he doesn't really mind. Back to me:&lt;br /&gt;I figured that this is the only way to give my room a new look, without spending a penny. Usually I finish within a day, but today I took longer because "Liar Liar" was on TV, and it distracted me from my chore. Apparently, I can't watch a movie and clean at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;So now, my laptop's in the carpet and my bed is up laying against the wall. I can't put it down because I have all my shit laying around. So tonight I'll probably have to put my comforter on the carpet and sleep there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of what my room looks like right now, and hopefully tomorrow I will post pictures of how it looks when it's done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-5Xypf8tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7rpxl9YE0mc/s1600-h/S6301641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269133907430732498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-5Xypf8tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7rpxl9YE0mc/s200/S6301641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-5X7aFEwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/INLaMPhLIg0/s1600-h/S6301640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269133909781975810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-5X7aFEwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/INLaMPhLIg0/s200/S6301640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-529Cm0fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HTO9firSYg8/s1600-h/S6301639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269134442796339698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-529Cm0fI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HTO9firSYg8/s200/S6301639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, pretty chaotic, but trust me, it will look awesome tomorrow!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I have an eye for a small desk I saw at Target.com, because I am currently using my dresser as a desk (not good). And even though I'm paying for the desk, I still need my mom's approval... so we'll see ^-^ I really like it though!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-4985742023669071779?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4985742023669071779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-i-have-nowhere-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4985742023669071779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4985742023669071779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-i-have-nowhere-to-sleep.html' title='Now I have nowhere to sleep :['/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SR-5Xypf8tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7rpxl9YE0mc/s72-c/S6301641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8595905485167431630</id><published>2008-11-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:20:39.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public speaking fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin jonas birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love kevin jonas'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SRJjB6NY1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6v9l3i9vFU/s1600-h/normal_82815917_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265379798805960354" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 195px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SRJjB6NY1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6v9l3i9vFU/s200/normal_82815917_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today has been a very stressing and busy day for me, but I still wanted to take a bit of time to say "Happy Birthday!!" to my favorite Jonas, Kevin. Yeah, yeah... he has a girlfriend, but I can't help to day dream about him... or sight every time I see a video or picture of him, he is very cute!!So, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drastically changing the subject, I wish I would just crawl up and disappear... and reappear again on Friday. It sounds crazy, but tomorrow will be a horrible day: I have a math test (which I really haven't studied for), two presentations (one doesn't really bother me, but the other one I dread more than you can imagine). And yes, you can know understand that I hate public speaking. I'm a writer, not a talker!! When I had to take a speech class in high school, I ditched for a whole week. I really hated the class. But now that I'm in college I can't ditch, I can't have absences, I really don't want to run the risk of loosing my aid. So I guess I'll have to be a woman and stand up to do what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, just thinking about it makes my stomach flip... Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8595905485167431630?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8595905485167431630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8595905485167431630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8595905485167431630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday Love!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SRJjB6NY1qI/AAAAAAAAADo/-6v9l3i9vFU/s72-c/normal_82815917_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8466175583726072646</id><published>2008-10-28T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daylight saving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alarm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><title type='text'>What a Crazy Morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQdTsaP1SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/Mw8a4V0O6sM/s1600-h/230403574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262266712030791874" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 200px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQdTsaP1SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/Mw8a4V0O6sM/s200/230403574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was one of the strangest mornings I’ve had. I set my alarm at 6:30 in the morning, on both my TV and my alarm clock in my night table (…yes, I need two alarms). The problem was that my TV changes the time a week before it should (for the daylight saving, or whatever it’s called). So my alarm clock in my night table had the right time, and it went off. I was still sleepy and somehow… I have no idea how I came out with the thought that the time changes had been the day before. What is so lame is that in my mind I thought that it was Monday, but I never wake up early on Mondays because I don’t have school. Anyways… I turned on my TV and looked at the time and I was like: “Oh haha I was right, it’s barely 5:30. I still have one more hour to sleep. La la la”. So I synchronized the alarm clock with the TV clock and I went back to sleep. At about 7:25 (I was thinking 6:25), my dad knocks on my door and he says, “Are you gonna go to school?”, and I’m like “Yeah”, still thinking I had a couple more minutes. But then I kinda realized that it was a Tuesday, and that my dad never wakes me up because I wake up before he does… And here comes the panic. I got off of the bed and turned the TV and changed to a channel that had a time in it. And yes, indeed it was 7:30. I had 30 minutes to shower, do my hair, makeup, have breakfast and leave for school. Surprisingly, I had time to do all of it, except for the makeup, which I had to do after my first class when I had a small break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was an awkward and strange morning, and I did not tell anyone in my family because I don’t want to seem crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8466175583726072646?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8466175583726072646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-crazy-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8466175583726072646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8466175583726072646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-crazy-morning.html' title='What a Crazy Morning!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQdTsaP1SMI/AAAAAAAAADY/Mw8a4V0O6sM/s72-c/230403574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-4119362125465094811</id><published>2008-10-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.686-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion cube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Where's my cake?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQAIgKkL-hI/AAAAAAAAADI/EDRh6t6YTHg/s1600-h/portal-pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260213713453709842" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 140px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQAIgKkL-hI/AAAAAAAAADI/EDRh6t6YTHg/s200/portal-pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother bought a game called "Portal" the other day we went to Target. I'm not really into video or computer games, because I'm not very good even if I try. But today my brother brought his laptop downstairs to my mom's room, so she could play. It was funny because my mom had never played a computer game before, so it was funny to see her play. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and I would never make fun of her in an insulting way... but this was funny to see. After my mom gave up and decided she wanted to watch a TV show instead, my brother insisted that I played the game for a while. I did, and I must say that it is frustrating for me to play, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up playing the game for a couple of hours, I even missed the "What the Buck" live show. The game was cool, sometimes it was hard, but my brother was guiding me along, which made it way easier. I got attached to the companion cube way to fast, and I later was traumatized by the thought that I had to euthanize it. Also, I was promised a cake at the end of level 19, but it turned out to be a lie. A LIE!!! So after that, I ended up I guess playing the actual game; which was a million times more complicated. I got frustrated and so did my brother, so I just told him that I didn't want to play anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fun game, but I don't think I'll play again... And I'll probably have a couple of nightmares with that computer voice, it turned really freaky after it promised me cake, and then tried to burn me alive, and then promised me a party...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-4119362125465094811?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4119362125465094811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-my-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4119362125465094811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/4119362125465094811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-my-cake.html' title='Where&amp;#39;s my cake?!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SQAIgKkL-hI/AAAAAAAAADI/EDRh6t6YTHg/s72-c/portal-pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-572560631950412661</id><published>2008-10-09T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.687-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon plant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plant'/><title type='text'>Watermelon Nights Will Be Here! So Sing Along!!</title><content type='html'>There was this weird plant growing on the side of my house. My dad thought it was a weed, but my mom and I thought it was cute because it was climbing on the wall and holding itself with these tiny cute-plant-like strands. So today my mom went out to look at the plant, and she found something... Guess what?! A watermelon!! ...well, actually there are three watermelons. They are small, but we are hoping for them to grow. My mom is a plant freak, she'll probably spend a ton of time watering and grooming the watermelon plant now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found this video on YouTube and I thought it was so cute. So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw7oNF353wI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nw7oNF353wI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-572560631950412661?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/572560631950412661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/watermelon-nights-will-be-here-so-sing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/572560631950412661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/572560631950412661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/watermelon-nights-will-be-here-so-sing.html' title='Watermelon Nights Will Be Here! So Sing Along!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-2897874282005640737</id><published>2008-10-07T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:30:18.689-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick jonas'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Magazine... EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0GxAmjEEI/AAAAAAAAACE/xr7viX0VPqg/s1600-h/revista+jobros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863779256275010" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0GxAmjEEI/AAAAAAAAACE/xr7viX0VPqg/s320/revista+jobros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoy magazines, especially girly ones. Sometimes I'll go to Wal-Mart or Target and I'll flip through Popstar, Seventeen, Cosmopolitan, even Vogue. But the only magazine I actually buy is called 15 a 20. I can actually say that I'm a collector of the magazine, because I've been buying it every month for a couple of years now. The thing is, it can only be found in Mexico. I really like this magazine in particular because it talks about a little of everything; celebrities, fashion, health, exercise, make up, and it has very fun articles. The covers are usually unknown Mexican models (girls), and occasionally celebrities. They rarely put boys on the cover, but I really wanted a Jonas Brothers cover. So I was determined to send a message to the magazine's Myspace, requesting the cover. I went to their profile, and the first thing I saw was the display image. It was the cover of October's magazine, and to my surprise, it had Nick, Joe, and Kevin looking amazing on it. I would have screamed, but it was about 11:30 PM, and I didn't want to wake up anybody. I totally left a comment on the picture, and I was counting the seconds till I could go buy it. All this was on Friday, September 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a city bordering Mexico, so it's really no hassle going to buy it and come back. Don't think it is a 10 hour trip, I would not do so much as that only for a magazine. And every time we go, we also go visit my grandma and my cousin. So on Saturday, October 4th, we were all dressed up and on the car, ready to go. But my mother wanted to go to the Interceramic sale, and decided to buy 700 ft square of floor tile, therefore cancelling our little trip to Mexico. And I wasn't upset at all, the whole buying-new-floor situation was exiting, and I still had a month to get the magazine, so why worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we postponed the trip until Monday, October 6th. I went and bought the magazine, and I fliped right over to the JB interview. I sort of skimed it and then I saw the poster that came in the magazine. It is adorable!! When I got home, I put it on my wall imediately. I'm not one of putting posters of guys up in my room, but these aren't just any guys, these are the Jonas Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I as I write this, I can look over at my wall, and I can see my three favorite boys: Kevin, Joe, and Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-2897874282005640737?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2897874282005640737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-magazine-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2897874282005640737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/2897874282005640737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-magazine-ever.html' title='My Favorite Magazine... EVER!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0GxAmjEEI/AAAAAAAAACE/xr7viX0VPqg/s72-c/revista+jobros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-3797473247076456988</id><published>2008-09-29T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:18:50.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dvd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demi lovato'/><title type='text'>I'm a big fat procrastinator!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0LczJYPCI/AAAAAAAAACo/poribnShh8o/s1600-h/toon_procrastinator.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254868929605024802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0LczJYPCI/AAAAAAAAACo/poribnShh8o/s400/toon_procrastinator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have recently discovered that I procrastinate a lot. And I must admit that I am not happy about it. I go all day long just goofing around, and then I suddenly realize that it is dark outside, and that I didn't do anything at all that day. ALL DAY!! When I could have done my homework, read over my class notes, bake some cookies or cupcakes for my family, walk my dog, clean my room, read a book, watch my Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato DVDs... but I just don't seem to get to it. It is frustrating, but I really can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, right now I should be writing my English essay (which is a very messy rough draft as of right now...), writing a journal for another class, and getting into bed early. I only have classes Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I had four days to do all the mentioned before, and I didn't do anything. It is embarrassing to tell you this, but it is the truth, and it is all about being sincere here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need to make major changes in my behavior, because like this, I won't get anywhere in life. Well, I'm going to stop writing this post and try and do a bit of my homework. Maybe it would be better if I told my mother about my procrastination issues, because she would be happy to end my suffering by slicing my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-3797473247076456988?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3797473247076456988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-big-fat-procrastinator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3797473247076456988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/3797473247076456988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-big-fat-procrastinator.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a big fat procrastinator!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/SO0LczJYPCI/AAAAAAAAACo/poribnShh8o/s72-c/toon_procrastinator.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5457982313415972541.post-8828728951308558947</id><published>2008-09-29T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:18:39.153-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='until you&apos;re mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worlds collide'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debut album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la la land'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gonna get caught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe in me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t forget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainwreck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the middle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demi lovato'/><title type='text'>Demi Lovato's New Album: "Don't Forget"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTuPEfbR-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xV1nYYUCyHA/s1600-h/demilovato_net-camprockstills-0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTuPEfbR-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xV1nYYUCyHA/s320/demilovato_net-camprockstills-0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275103006228695010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I became a fan of Demi Lovato when I saw the movie "Camp Rock". She is such a pretty girl and what I like the most about her are her amazing teeth, fixing her gap made a huge difference. But yes, she can act and she is an incredible singer as well. Also, as you may all know, Demi makes YouTube videos with her BFF Selena Gomez, another Disney star. I obviously subscribed to her videos, like the true fan I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTuPZW9isI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EQUD8bCqHSw/s1600-h/demi-lovato-dont-forget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTuPZW9isI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EQUD8bCqHSw/s320/demi-lovato-dont-forget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275103011830336194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, back to the real deal. Her album came out on September 23, 2008, but I bought it the next day because I didn't have a ride that day. On the 24th, my mom drove me to Target where I bought the 2 disc edition. When I got home, I rushed to watch the Micheal Buckley's live show, so I did not hear the album until a couple hours after. Demi looks so beautiful on the cover and on the picture's on the little lyric booklet. I inserted the disc in my laptop and placed the headphones over my ears. I heard the whole disc from beginning to end, while I read the lyrics. When it ended, I was really satisfied. The songs are more rock than pop, but yet it has a fun side to it. Some are upbeat and others are more like ballads. I'd already heard "Get Back" which is obviously one of my favorites. I also liked "Don't Forget" a lot! It is such a beautiful song, and it kinda makes me tear up. "La La Land" I hadn't heard before, and it is probably the song that is stuck in my head right now. And another favorite is "On The Line", which is a duet with the Jonas Brothers. I'm also a huge fan of them, so I thought the song was amazing! They (the Jonas Brothers) co-produced six of the songs in the disc, and you can actually hear them as background vocals or playing guitar or drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I loved the CD, it was really worth my money, it is really an amazing piece. I haven't watched the DVD yet, but I will probably do that later today (it's 2:14 AM as I type), and I'll get back to you with my thoughts... LOL, did you caught my little pun? I'm such a dork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5457982313415972541-8828728951308558947?l=anabackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8828728951308558947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/demi-lovato-new-album-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8828728951308558947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5457982313415972541/posts/default/8828728951308558947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anabackwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/demi-lovato-new-album-forget.html' title='Demi Lovato&amp;#39;s New Album: &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t Forget&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08259538104421907856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2kJOTlXeT1E/TMO6blsikAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/526Qgr9WZyg/S220/bunny4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TYCg2t5iTJ0/STTuPEfbR-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/xV1nYYUCyHA/s72-c/demilovato_net-camprockstills-0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
