<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152</id><updated>2012-01-17T22:01:12.276Z</updated><category term='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><category term='big days'/><category term='Dogs and Food'/><category term='It`s actually me'/><category term='Walks'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='oh no'/><category term='Boring day'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='swimming and school'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='school and friends'/><title type='text'>Its only me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-3269123097100503490</id><published>2012-01-17T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:38:29.429Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming and school'/><title type='text'>Going swimming and school.</title><content type='html'>I was up at the time that dad was going to work. He gets up at 6:00am! I don`t know why I was up, but I think it was because i was half awake. So when I was trying to go back to sleep, I couldn`t, but i was really comfy, so it was nice. You know when you`re really comfy in bed, but you move really fast, i mean really fast to get more comfy, and you feel even more tired and stuff? Well that`s what happened to me, when i was getting even more comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up, went to school, and the whole shibang. We were doing more of the tin whistle, and we did hurling, and matches in hurling. It was fun. We`re doing this thing called writer`s workshop, where you have a ring binder, and a refil pad, and you write stories, and fact books and things. My first story was going to be a fact book, about a corbra, but Ms Dineen wanted it to be a fictional story. So I decided to write a farm book, about a 9 year old girl, who has a brother called baba, and her dad is working in america. I`m in the middle of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I`m waiting for swimming, which is on at 6:10pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-3269123097100503490?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/3269123097100503490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-swimming-and-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/3269123097100503490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/3269123097100503490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-swimming-and-school.html' title='Going swimming and school.'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-1531655276807068432</id><published>2012-01-16T17:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:59:13.883Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><title type='text'>School, swimming.</title><content type='html'>I couldn`t get up for school this morning.Mum tipped me, and I just moaned. But then I forced myself to get up. I got dressed, but Mia was bugging me, she was in those "bug Ella" type of moods. Then when I was dressed, Mia was shouting in what she wanted for lunch and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted toast for breakfast. Mum didn`t ask me what I wanted for breakfast, and I thought I would get away with no breakfast, but I didn`t. Mum was like:"Come on Ella!", and I felt like punching her in the face. So I finally decided Ready Breke. It`s really nice, well for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I went to school, and did my maths sheet, we get a maths sheet with 10 maths questions, on it and we do them. I got all right. Ms Dineen, my teacher, said that we were going to go into separate maths groups today. Some of us were going with Ms Dineen, Ms Hern, Ms Brien and Ms O' Sullivan. I went with Ms Dineen, and some of the other 4th class, Ms Hern`s were coming into our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going onto the chapter money, and Ms Dineen was boring us, and half the other class to DEATH. So then she explained that when we`re taking away money in our head, we start with the euro, but when we`re writing it out, we start with the cent. WOW! not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went outside for breaktime, I started to play with all the girls, but I don`t think my BFF Eimear, liked that. She doesn`t like me playing with others, and if she does find me playing with others, she tries to get attention. That never works though, I can see the looks in my friends faces. I think they`re saying "Quit it Eimear!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went back in, we were doing some of the tin whistle, we`re learning it at school.&lt;br /&gt;I getting a bit good at it, I was practising after, but anyway, we were lering the notes,: D, E, F, G, A, B and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played till big lunch. We had lunch, and went outside. I decided to play with only Eimear, because she was in a bit of a huff, but she got better after she saw I was playing with her. We played this game, where you have to choose 3 boys, and then the other person, Eimear.&lt;br /&gt;Eimear chooses which one she`ll dump, kiss and marry. I t`s kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went in, we played the tin whistle till 2:15, and then we went through our Irish homework. We went home, and I did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia went swimming at 4:15, and I had to come, well duh! I saw my friend Mia at swimming, and we talked, cos I didn`t see her before her party, at the bowlerama. Then I saw my old friend Hannah, from swimming and she wanted to join in. Then Mia`s mum started talking to my mum, and me and Mia, went to a different bench. Hannah followed, and I asked if she wanted to join in on playing my Dsi XL. So she did, and we all had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mia went home, had her shower, her hair dried, and right now I here absolutely STARVING to death, and dinner is coming right now. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-1531655276807068432?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/1531655276807068432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-swimming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/1531655276807068432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/1531655276807068432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-swimming.html' title='School, swimming.'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-2718789935550484693</id><published>2012-01-15T15:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:57:18.939Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boring day'/><title type='text'>Boring day</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8:30am, and heard mum and dad talking, so I went in. I went into the bed, and we were messing, and talking. I had a fried egg, and bread for breakfast. For Sunday dinner, I had lamb, mushy peas, croquetts, carrots and roast potatoes. It was yummy! Then I had Chiili Heatwave Doritoes. I love them, but I prefer Tangy Cheese Doritoes. Now Eddie, Dad`s friend,&lt;br /&gt;is going back home. He was chatting to mum and dad, and a bit to me too. He`s outside chatting with dad. He always does that when he`s going. He keeps dad out for at least 20 minutes. Anyway, I`ve nothing much more to type, so bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-2718789935550484693?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/2718789935550484693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2718789935550484693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2718789935550484693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/boring-day.html' title='Boring day'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-5853276091963929113</id><published>2012-01-14T20:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:32:41.908Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh no'/><title type='text'>OH no! :(</title><content type='html'>I`m sooooooooooo bad. I never stick to things! Whenever I start something new, I never go back to things, I only stick to things for a few days. :( I`m going to start tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-5853276091963929113?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/5853276091963929113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/5853276091963929113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/5853276091963929113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-no.html' title='OH no! :('/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-8950230896631342444</id><published>2011-11-09T16:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:25:17.011Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I haven`t been on in ages. It`s just that whenever I get or go on new stuff, I get really excited, but in a few days, I get bored of it. And only go on some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I was invited to Ben`s birthday party. And it`s across from School Nesscessites. Vicky works in School Nesscessites, but I`m going to a different subject. Anyway, Ben is a guy at my class, and this doesn`t mean anything, he invited everyone so ha! It doesn`t mean anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is really funny and fun. He always makes me laugh. And cheers me up whenever I`m in a huff. Everyone cheers me up when I`m a huff, cos I have a really good sense of humour!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It`s on at Friday, and me and Eimear,(she`s my bff), already have what we`re going to put on!&lt;br /&gt;It needs to say cute but tomboy, girly, but tomboy, and cute, and a pinch of gangsta. Wow. I just realised, I`m hard to cope with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m wearing a nice t-shirt, that slings off down at the shoulders, and then there are straps on the top. And I`m wearing denim jeans, with my white lactket. There, top gangsta, bottoms cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there are cute boys there, me and Eimear are gonna flirt a bit maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-8950230896631342444?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/8950230896631342444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-sorry-i-havent-been-on-in-ages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8950230896631342444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8950230896631342444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-sorry-i-havent-been-on-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-4935256518212192412</id><published>2011-11-07T15:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T15:42:40.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>Freaky!</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I wasn`t on, um, yesterday. It was because I was in a huff, and I was bored silly. So.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mia is sick today, and she was yesterday, she had a temparture. But, Inthink she said she`s alright to go swimming, but not school! She has swimming on Mondays at 3:45. When I moved on, I had to change my time, and day. She`s having a nap at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was getting changed out of my uniform, I was getting changed into something really nice, and I`m wearing it now. I have on a pair of really nice, long jeans with a sort of bow loose belt. And a top it has black sleeves, and the black is like a cardigan thingy, that`s stuck on lwith the top, the top part, is black and grey stripes, it`s really nice. And the shoes, well they`re just denim flats, with a strap in the middle, and a bow at the top. I also put on a cream coloured hairband with a really nice and cute flower at the top side. And an owl necklace, it`s got a nice silver owl on it. And some lip gloss, sparkly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you know those necklaces, where they`re really tight against your neck?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, I was thinking about those, while I was putting on my necklace, and I tried to make my necklace look like one of those other ones. And then, when I put the necklace really tight on my neck, I think I saw a future self of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no I`m not crazy. I hope. Not very convincing. Back to the story, I saw, a kind of girl out on the beach, a surfer girl, and she was wearing the tight necklace. Me! Me! Me! I think... Anyway, I saw a really gangsta girl, you know hard to describe, and it looked like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I got freaked out, I ran downstairs, and shouted "Mum! I just saw the freakiest the ever!" And she shushed me. I totally forgot that MIA was asleep! I would of gotten killed if I woke HER up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, or should I say now, I`m going to go on Pandanda or Panfu! Or Both!&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-4935256518212192412?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/4935256518212192412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/freaky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/4935256518212192412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/4935256518212192412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/freaky.html' title='Freaky!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-2224886619608057943</id><published>2011-11-05T18:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T19:26:58.194Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs and Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walks'/><title type='text'>I am Wrecked!</title><content type='html'>Today, it was really nice out, but mum was saying it was cold, I guess it was a bit chilly. Anyway, me and Mia went out on our bikes, and then our neighbours Ruby and Holly, came out. Mia is friends with Ruby, she`s 4. Holly is 2. I play with Holly sometimes. I know what you`re thinking "Again, that`s sad". Wait are you??? Nevermind, anyway, Mia and me stayed out, because is would be mean to leave them out. But I snook away! I know that`s mean, but Ruby gets on my nerves sometimes, and Holly follows me and copys what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I went in, I wanted to go back outside, so I just ignored them, but... Holly was following me, and I couldn`t say anything cos Paul was out there!(Paul is their dad). So, I went in again,&lt;br /&gt;and watched TV for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mum was going for her walk, (she goes every day it`s an hours walk!)and she asked did I want to go on my bike, but I said no. I asked if I could walk with her, but she wasn`t sure.(I wouldn`t blame her, she walks really fast, for an hour!) Then she asked dad, and he said "I don`t know". But then mum said I could walk with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I started off a bit too fast, cos when I was about near Tesco, I got a stich in two places. Then when we were at the beach, the stiches got even worse. But when we were going near a block, my stiches got a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a chat, and the sun was out, and it was really nice! But on the first hill we went on, I lost steam. But I kept up, and I was doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we had to stop to cross the roads, my legs were numb, and I felt like dropping DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when we got back, I DROPPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Aunt Mary`s house, and she has two dogs: Mollie is a mixed breed, I don`t know exactly, Murphey is a German Sheperd and is really old (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit boring there, I think it was because Mollie is afraid of the fire so she wouldn`t come into the living room. And Mia was watching Cbeebies it`s a TV channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mollie wouldn`t go in, I came out. Molly was messing about, and I went and patted her head. She licked me and licked me, and licked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went in, I had my tea, waffles and fishfingers! Yum! And now I`m here writiing my blog thingy majigy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-2224886619608057943?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/2224886619608057943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-wrecked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2224886619608057943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2224886619608057943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-wrecked.html' title='I am Wrecked!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-8264222066599355379</id><published>2011-11-04T15:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:57:40.302Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big days'/><title type='text'>A Slow Day</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry I didn`t write much on the last report thingy, but I have WAY more to type on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:00am, we went shopping to get- well everything, when we came back it was around 11:05am. Normally, we would go shopping at 11:00am, so we`d come back at 1:00 and we would have lunch, but mum said she wanted us to go outside. So I got my rollerblades, and went out the back. then Mia got her bike, and then I wanted to get my bike, but I was wearing a skirt. So, when I changed into some jeans, I went down stairs, but whenever I go on my bike I need a gogo, because my hair is really long, well, considering it`s past my butt! And my gogos are always kept upstairs! So I had to go back upstairs, get a gogo, and go back downstairs!&lt;br /&gt;Then the chain came off my bike, so I tried to pedal, fized the chain, and then FINALLY went outside. Then I suggested that we go out the front so we did, and then I saw Taz! Taz is a white labrador that`s really old, and he limps when he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I brought out some water, and gave it to Taz, and he drank it all up! He must of been thirsty. Then Mia went in and told that I gave water to Taz and then mum, told me not to go near him. But I really like him, he`s adorable- well, to me he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch- noodles! I absolutely live on them! I`ve been having them since Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;After that, I asked if mum I could have something from my goodie bag and she said "no". So I went into the kitchen, got two oranges and some grapes, and made them into fruit salad. When I was halfway through it, Mia was whinging for a chocolate yoghurt, and then I forgot we had gotten them. So then I wanted one but I had my salad, then mum said that I could wrap it up and have it later so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on my laptop, but only for 30 minutes, so because mum said I have been spending too much time on it, but she was right, I have. So I went on Panfu, it`s a site on the internet. You can be a panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a 2:00pm, we went to the playground, and we saw our cousin (sorry, I can`t spell her name!) and our Aunt Bridget and our friend Karmia. Me, Mia, Cousin and Karmia, played about and stuff. Then Cousin had to go, so when she went, Mia, Karmia and me played on this rocket. We were messing about on the rocket, but then a little girl wanted to go on it, so we had to get off. Then she went back off, and we all went back on it. Then we played catch, and the rocket was den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Boots the chemist, cos mum wanted to get some makeup, so when we went there, I saw powder and put it on! I still have it on me I think. I t was really boring in Boots. But then I went to sit on a chair, but Mia was already sitting in it. So then I tricked her (And oh yeah, by the way Mia falls for anything!) I said "Hey look! Madison!" Madison is Mias friend. And so, Mia ran over to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we came back, it was only 3:20pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-8264222066599355379?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/8264222066599355379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8264222066599355379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8264222066599355379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/slow-day.html' title='A Slow Day'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-2993617432828021106</id><published>2011-11-03T09:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:27:12.121Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, Mia and me actually did it! We stayed in till 9:00, without waking mum up! Ok, you`re probably thinking "Wow, tgat`s a bit sad". Well... maybe it is but so what? I always get up around 7:30 in the morning. I don`t know why. I guess I`m used to getting up at school time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up at around say 8:30, and Mia went into the toilet, which you probably didn`t want to know, an puts d then she went down stairs. I followed her into the toy room, and I asked what she was doing. She said she was playing "Alex and Mason". They`re two characters from Wizards Of Waverly Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was down there, I went to get my laptop, and went back upstairs. When I turned it on, there was no connection on my laptop. I made the mouse go over to the connection thingy, and I clicked it. There was very little connection on all the servers, but vodaphone had the most connection so I clicked that, and it couldn`t connect so I was stuck with no laptop. I was really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I could her Mia playing her game, and whenever she does play those type of games, she always puts on tons of makeup and it always goes all over the place! I know that`s a bit mean but it`s really funny when you see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-2993617432828021106?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/2993617432828021106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-mia-and-me-actually-did-it-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2993617432828021106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/2993617432828021106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/wow-mia-and-me-actually-did-it-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-8678505411978480422</id><published>2011-11-02T08:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:41:33.093Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><title type='text'>Mia is singing:(</title><content type='html'>Ugh, Mia is singing at 7:45! It`s horrible to listen. It`s like a crow and a magpie and a digger. Yep, that`s one nasty sound, ain`t it? I know this is a little mean, but she sings 24/7. Everyday, she goes and sings her little head off. I don`t know how mum can stand it. I know dad can`t, or me. I guess I can`t blame her if she wants to sing, can I? Nah I can`t blame her. Oh great, now I feel bad... Oh, darn! But still singing at 7:45?! Ok, I`m getting all harsh now again. But still, I can`t believe her. I am going to be wrecked today, with her singing, and oh, yeah, I have a horrible pain in mt neck it`s killing me too. Everytime I feel it, I crank my neck to the other side, but it hurts there too. Now I`m probably going to be in a bad mood today. Well, maybe only a little bit of a bad mood, because teenager(sort of!) kids don`t really get into bad moods. Now if mum saw me me put in "I don`t get into much bad moods" she would say "Yeah right!", yep thats what she would say. But, she is still asleep, but not for long cos Mia is singing really loud now. She starts off quiet when she thinks someone might give out to her, but when it`s ok, she brings up the volume. Sometimes when she is blaring she goes back down quiet again! Ah, god love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-8678505411978480422?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/8678505411978480422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/mia-is-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8678505411978480422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/8678505411978480422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/mia-is-singing.html' title='Mia is singing:('/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-4116806215376906092</id><published>2011-11-01T20:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:19:56.661Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><title type='text'>I love being on a blog!</title><content type='html'>I know you`re meant to write on this once everyday, but I love this!! Ugh, I am WRECKED from swimming. I go every Tuesday, at 6:50. I just had my shower, but my hair is still damp, because mum was rushing to dry my hair, because I was messing getting into my PJs. I was mostly laughing, because - ok hang on a sec, this is maybe a bit disusting to some people, but I will go on anyway. Anyway, I was mostly laughing because Mia was up in my room, and I was getting into my PJs and she saw my butt and said "Ewww! A line is on your bum!" Hahahaha, I am laughing my head off typing that in! Anyway, I`m pretty much soaked because of my hair now. A few minutes ago, I had my hair dried properly right now! Hahahahahaha, Anyway goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-4116806215376906092?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/4116806215376906092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-being-on-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/4116806215376906092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/4116806215376906092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-being-on-blog.html' title='I love being on a blog!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-5028052960900473990</id><published>2011-11-01T18:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:05:55.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It`s actually me'/><title type='text'>It`s actually me</title><content type='html'>This should`ve been my first post, but I`m really Anne`s daughter Ella. Yep, I wanted to start a blog, but when I put in my age in, it said I was too young. So mum told me that I could go on her blog. I didn`t know that she had a blog! I guess I was in luck that she had one:) That explains the "trick or treating"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-5028052960900473990?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/5028052960900473990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-actually-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/5028052960900473990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/5028052960900473990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-actually-me.html' title='It`s actually me'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4207172706530688152.post-6420273340105030528</id><published>2011-11-01T09:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:21:31.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Is Over!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween. Myself and Mia got into our costums at 4 o clock! At least 5 o clock&lt;br /&gt;our neighbours Ruby and Holly, went "trick or treating" at our house first. I was a zombie girl, and Mia was a ghost. We got face paint put on us and it felt horrible. At first I thought it was good because I like the feel of getting face paint on me, but it was all over my face, and half my hair was smothered in it. Mia`s face paint didn`t go that well with that sheet over her head. The first time she put the sheet on her, the face paint went on the sheet, or in her hair. Then she had to find a gogo. Mia was whining to go out, but it was only 5:45. So when mum couldn`t take anymore whining, we went out at 6 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia was halarious she went around with that sheet on her head and face paint was coming off.&lt;br /&gt;There was this man whos house we went to, and he wasn`t very fond of kids, I can tell. When we knocked on the door said "trick or treat", he opened the door and took a LONG look at us. At first I thought my face paint was all over the place, but then he turned around to get his bowl of sweets.But when he turned back around he said "Here`s a lollipop for you, and here`s a lollipop for you. Now off you go.". A lollipop each?! Ok, that sounds a little bit greedy, but a lollipop each?! P.S I`m getting really tired of typing in lollipop:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were carrying small little pumpkin baskets, that were tiny, so we also brought Tesco shpping bags. Whenever my basket got full up, I emptyed my sweets into the shopping bag, but Mia didn`t want to empty her sweets into her bag. The best thing was that whenever I did empty my sweets, I called into a house, and the people give tons of sweets to start me off again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a little too many houses because when we came back, I took the shopping bag from my dad, and it was so heavy! When we went in, myself and Mia absolutely STUFFED our faces!&lt;br /&gt;There were crisps, bars, marshmallows, jellies and mostly lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad mostly nicked the chewy stuff, mum nicked my ready salted crisps, mine and Mia`s crunchie bar and monkey nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me today that around 10 o clock, these 13 year old girls came and knocked on our door, and said "trick or treat" at 10 o clock! Dad was cranky and tired, so he said "What in the world are you guys doing here at 10? It`s way too late go on, scram!" Well,....he said something like that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4207172706530688152-6420273340105030528?l=ellamia123.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/feeds/6420273340105030528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/6420273340105030528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4207172706530688152/posts/default/6420273340105030528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ellamia123.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-is-over.html' title='Halloween Is Over!'/><author><name>Ella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07296820596879188492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
