<?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-19523190</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:54.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girlthings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599773194575607909</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523190.post-115110081160628661</id><published>2006-06-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:13:31.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;softly and silently the tree blows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;nothing but the tree shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;theres nothing there but tree and the bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;if we can find the yellow key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;this will be all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;when we find the green clover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523190-115110081160628661?l=girlthings12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/feeds/115110081160628661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523190&amp;postID=115110081160628661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/115110081160628661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/115110081160628661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/2006/06/softly-and-silently-tree-blows-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599773194575607909</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-19523190.post-113415470754549607</id><published>2005-12-09T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:58:27.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poems!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Theres a bump in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bravly face the open door way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what to do but just stand there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i walk a step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to find a wihte thing above the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it had glow in the dark eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but want to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it turns its head to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;very slowly drifts tworeds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bang crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it has gone like it had never been there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523190-113415470754549607?l=girlthings12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/feeds/113415470754549607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523190&amp;postID=113415470754549607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113415470754549607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113415470754549607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-poems.html' title='my poems!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599773194575607909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19523190.post-113355216435939318</id><published>2005-12-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:04:31.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my uncal mad mick!</title><content type='html'>My uncle mad Mick!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle mad Mick was always drunk and you could never have a proper talk with him he was always making up silly jock about what you were taking about. One time he rang me up on my mobile at 12 a clock in the morning on a school night my mum would just say turn that mobile off now. Sometimes he would fall asleep in the wood and Luke and me would just sit there talking to each over and I would just ring my gramar so she would pick Luke and me up.&lt;br /&gt;The holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on holiday he was bader than he had ever been he peed out side the fish shop and he feel asleep on some one next to him.&lt;br /&gt;He took the dog out and he had a whiskey and when he got back he was a drunk he made gramar go gambling and she was playing bingo all that day. He just had whisky after whiskey he spent about tow hundred pound on beer and one or tow burgers and the one or tow pound that he gave Luke but that is all. It came to last day but Uncle mad Mick would not get up I cried because I was scared&lt;br /&gt;if he was going to die Luke was tow one of Luke’s friends was very kind he helped me have a lath. So Richard cam to pick us up we was so grateful we pad him a lot of money for picking us up Mick was in tears to see he had made it frow that horrid week of been mad and ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a message for all you people how are drinking get a life this minute.&lt;br /&gt;Because your just going to end up like my uncle but when you get like him you’ll get bader and bader by the minute Just go to the aa and it will make all your troubles go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523190-113355216435939318?l=girlthings12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/feeds/113355216435939318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523190&amp;postID=113355216435939318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113355216435939318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113355216435939318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-uncal-mad-mick.html' title='my uncal mad mick!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599773194575607909</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-19523190.post-113355181743608167</id><published>2005-12-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T11:30:17.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My name is Rebecca Schofield I am 12 years old when I write this i have two cats I &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am a girlie girl I like horse very much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I go to almondbery high school I am in 7as mr smith is my teacher my best friend is Emily Jessica Steph Jessica is my next door nabour she is very kind she has got long hair i wish i had hair like hers it is so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.I have got kind of long hair but my mum cut it so all the dead ends went away so u now wot i mean.I am size five in footwear.I have many friends i am kind i never would heart anyone i have never had a fight so that is all you need to now about me for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19523190-113355181743608167?l=girlthings12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/feeds/113355181743608167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19523190&amp;postID=113355181743608167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113355181743608167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19523190/posts/default/113355181743608167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlthings12.blogspot.com/2005/12/about-me.html' title='About me!'/><author><name>rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599773194575607909</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>
