<?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-24151805</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:44.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Persuasion</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog of a thirteen year old girl, which is me. I talk about the stuff preteens go through; like back stabbing friends, suffering grades, and boy problems. From my point of view.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24151805.post-114566547342219149</id><published>2006-04-21T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T17:24:33.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday fun.</title><content type='html'>Its Kathrynns birthday today. Shes now 18, it was fun! HeHe, the cake was yummy, dinner was okay but i didn't eat it because its Spagette and I hate Spagette! She got alot of neat presents. Her boyfriend, Mark, got her a Build-a-Bear, a t-shirt, two belly button rings, and he made a big card that was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Sydneys tomorrow. I was there Tuesday and Thursday:P hehe, i like her naibor though. He's really nice to me, and he's a cutie lol. Anyways, me and Sydney are going to her cousens, its her birthday. I'm listening to music right now. well i'll talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114566547342219149?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114566547342219149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114566547342219149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114566547342219149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114566547342219149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday fun.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114528568251936643</id><published>2006-04-17T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T07:54:42.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm, Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>Easter was great! My naibor, Hollie, slept over and I woke up in the morning and got a chocolate bunny and a bag of kisses. Later on Hollie and I walked to her place to see what she got. She got a chocolate bunny, socks, and the movie King Kong. I might be going to her house today to watch it because theres no school.&lt;br /&gt;Last night my family went over to my grandparents house for dinner. Oh, it was so yummy. After dinner I fell asleep on their couch. It was really hot so I got up because I couldn't sleep anymore. I don't really have alot to say but I just got up so give me a break:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114528568251936643?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114528568251936643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114528568251936643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114528568251936643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114528568251936643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/04/mmm-chocolate.html' title='Mmm, Chocolate!'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114454491094349689</id><published>2006-04-08T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:08:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boaring Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Today, was unlike any Saturday. Well mostly, I didn't hang out with anyone. Normally I always have plans but not tonight. I woke up really early because I had to go to the bathroom then didn't go back to sleep, so I was up at 9am. I cleaned all morning, I did the dishes, washed clothes, sweept the kitchen, and cleaned to computer room. Hopefull i'll get an allowence because I need 20 dollars for my yearbook at school. This year its going to be coloured! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school this week, its Children Wish Week. There is a little girl in grade 3 in my hometown and she has bone cancer so this whole week were having activities to raise money for her parents. We're having a Bake Auction for her. We are baking stuff to sell at school for getting money, alot of people at my school are going to bake cakes, cookies and muffins(stuff like that.) We are also having Hat Day, were you wear a hat and you pay a dollar and a Balloon Stomp, were you stomp on balloons that are tied to your leg, its fun I did it last year and probably doing it agian this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 50 days. I'm so exited! I might get to have a girl/boy party at my house! I so can't wait! I'm going to be 14! yayyy:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114454491094349689?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114454491094349689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114454491094349689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114454491094349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114454491094349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/04/boaring-saturday.html' title='Boaring Saturday.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24151805.post-114394522956161659</id><published>2006-04-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:33:49.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Time!</title><content type='html'>Today was day one of my volleyball provincials. It was so much fun! Me and Shayna, a girl off of my team, have alot of jokes now. Like one that is lyrics out of a song. The song is called Laffy Taffy by D4L. Guys sing it but its very catchy. Another one we have is that song from Black Eyed Peas, its called Pump It. So we would say "Pump it, Louder" and sometimes we would say "chowdown" in stead of "louder" hehe, it was so funny. Oh, and our Chek-O-stick, hehe, thats from a song too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hole team when to East Side Marios for dinner. We played so good today, our hole team really inproved. Tomorrow, we are going for gold or silver. Then after all of our games, we all might go to Paulinas house, shes another girl from my team. Tomorrow, i'm going to bring my sterieo so then we can listen to music and dance to get us pumped!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114394522956161659?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114394522956161659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114394522956161659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114394522956161659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114394522956161659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-time.html' title='Great Time!'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24151805.post-114385693405812509</id><published>2006-03-31T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:02:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball Provincials.</title><content type='html'>Heyy there. My volleyball provincials are tomorrow and sunday, oh my gosh! I can't wait, but its the end of the volleyball:( I'm going to miss it. But next I have baseball, with my bestest friend, Kendra-Lynn. We are always on the same team! Its so much fun. We met by playing baseball, and now we always plan ahead so we are on the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went food shopping for our food tomorrow. I also bought two magaziens from 'Elle.' I love magaziens. I always get them now, me and my friend Devon love to read them together. But she lives like half an hour to an hour away from me:( We met by playing volleyball, but now she isen't on my team, shes on a different one thats closer to her house. But i miss her so much, I like never see her. She is supposed to be coming over soon, maybe next weekend. Then we are planning on going swimming at to the movies if we're alowed. Its going to be fun, I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114385693405812509?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114385693405812509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114385693405812509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114385693405812509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114385693405812509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/03/volleyball-provincials.html' title='Volleyball Provincials.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114375634822347000</id><published>2006-03-30T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T14:05:48.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Thursday.</title><content type='html'>School was okay today. It was fun in last class though, we didn't really do anything, we sort-of had a free peroid. My teacher did the Shake Test today, its were she takes our binders and shakes it to see if anything falls out. She said that if she broke our binder then she would give us another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have volleyball in about half an hour. Our provincials are this weekend, Saturday and Sunday. I really can't wait. I am suppose to be staying in a hotel but since its only an hour away my mom dosen't want to stay in one. Latley, I have just been working on my website and on my myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this French project due April 7. I really don't like french, and I don't really like my teacher for my french class either, Mr. Kirby. He's so mean and stricked! But I have to go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114375634822347000?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114375634822347000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114375634822347000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114375634822347000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114375634822347000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/03/normal-thursday.html' title='Normal Thursday.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114342090080032440</id><published>2006-03-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:50:22.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Kendra-Lynns house. We were in a fight over a guy, but when you think about it, it was really all just stupid. Like, it was only a guy. But she also has other problems going on right now, like with some people at school. Some girls are trying to get her boyfriend and her guy friends are mad because shes has a boyfriend and they like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had alot of fun at her house. We went to the movies with Clark, Shawn &amp;amp; Ashley. We saw "Stay Alive" that scary movie thats about a video-game and you have to play it, if you die then you die in real life! I thought it was scary, but at the same time it was kind of stupid. Kendra and I also went for a little bike ride, and walked for like 30 minutes. It didn't really fell that long but I had a tummy ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I am dieing my hair darker to look more like Rihanna's. Its awesome!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114342090080032440?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114342090080032440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114342090080032440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114342090080032440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114342090080032440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/03/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend!'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114297695977046075</id><published>2006-03-21T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T14:56:36.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Day At School.</title><content type='html'>March Break is over now, so I'm back at school. I get to see all my friends, the ones I want to see. My friends boyfriend dumped her last night, I'm trying to help her. Shes not really upset about it, but she needs somebody and I'm here for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a fight with Kendra, she's suppose to be one of my friends but I don't know. Shes going out with a guy I like that I've liked for now a month, and she's also telling me who to like. But she says I never listen to her when she talks and I always do. I'm always there for her but she thinks that I never am. Me and her boyfriend, Clark are best friends and she said you can't make a best friend in like a week, and I said that me and him have been good friends for awhile, and anyway if two people have a lot in common, of course they can become good friends right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have volleyball, I can't wait. I haven't gone for three weeks. One week, I was sick, the second week, I didn't have a ride at all and the third week, it was March Break. A girl from my team acually ask me if I quit. I said No Way! I would never quit volleyball, I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114297695977046075?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114297695977046075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114297695977046075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114297695977046075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114297695977046075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/03/normal-day-at-school.html' title='Normal Day At School.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24151805.post-114262203120191744</id><published>2006-03-17T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:00:31.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Nights.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I am going to a dance with most of my friends. Dances are great! I always meet new people when I go. One time I met this guy and then I saw him when I went snowboarding on Wednesday. Its was so funny, he's like "have you reconizied me yet." and I was like ummm, lol, then he showed me his pass. LOL it was funny. But he's really nice, and i think he's going tonight with his friends. Theres this guy that I met along time ago, and he likes me. But he went out with my friend and then cheated on her, so I don't think I should trust him. I'm only his friend anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am going to my older sisters house, Shannon. We are probably going to watch some movies and I might do her nails. I like doing my nails, but I have really done other peoples nails. But one day I kind of want to work in a spa doing nails and facials. I'm so glad I get to hang out with her, its only going to be me, her and maybe her boyfriend, Nelson. They have lived together for a long time now. I think they are perfect for eachother, he's so nice to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24151805-114262203120191744?l=prettiepea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/feeds/114262203120191744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24151805&amp;postID=114262203120191744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114262203120191744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24151805/posts/default/114262203120191744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettiepea.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-nights.html' title='Friday Nights.'/><author><name>Pretty Pea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08403987356168707115</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-24151805.post-114245903630706365</id><published>2006-03-15T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:43:56.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding Hurts!</title><content type='html'>My sister, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duhyoumoron.blogspot.com"&gt;Miss Misery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, helped me set up this blogger account, and my cousin, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigdlittledmistatruffyandme.blogspot.com"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is going to help me with a new templete so for the moment I'll have to put up with this rather ugly standard templete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, down to business. Today I went snowboarding for my first time ever. I went with my friend from shool, Amanda. We met two guys there, well I already know one of them. But they taught me how to snowboard. It was really fun but right now, I hurt a lot because I kept on falling down. I think my knees are bruised but I'm too sore to even check, ouch! We were planing on staying there till 10pm at night, but Amanda got into a fight so she had to leave and I didn't want to be there by myself, so they brought me home. But it was fun while it lasted, too bad it ends after the March break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when you think you have a friend thats there for you, but really there only pretending. Theres this girl in my class, and I thought she was my friend but she turned a couple of my other friends against me and she got my boyfriend to dump me! How rude, I know she said something to him because she is one of those people that would do that! Then the next day, they went out! I know she was only jealous because her ex-boyfriend dumped her then went out with Amanda, so then she wanted to get her ex jealous by going out with another guy, but he didn't get jealous (thats good.) A couple days later, she dumped him..and now shes going out with another guy, wowiee! She just goes from guy to guy! But.. 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