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            <title>&quot;I can call you Betty....</title>
            <description>...and you can call me Anne!&quot; Deal? Excellent. I suppose I should tell you my real name, though....you know, just in case I&apos;m famous someday. I&apos;m gonna be a best-selling author when I grow up, you see. That or an ace reporter for the New York Times. Either way, my name won&apos;t show up as Anne or Wailer or even Anne Wailer. It&apos;ll be L&apos;Anita. L&apos;Anita WEILER. (unless I get married, that is...then it&apos;ll be L&apos;Anita Weiler Davis...Just kidding, of course. Wishful thinking on my part.) Yes, naturally I capitalized the letters of my last name on purpose. I don&apos;t do things for no reason, you know. There&apos;s always a reason....(Ok, the responsible journalist in me is coming out....I&apos;m feeling guilty. I should&apos;ve put those last two lines in quotes. My favorite source always used to say that (that makes it sound like he&apos;s dead; he probably still says it...). But the same goes for me. I have a reason for capitalizing my last name.
    So anyway....the name&apos;s L&apos;Anita. And in case you&apos;re wondering, it&apos;s a family name. My mom invented the spelling, though. Please don&apos;t hate me for my name, now....I know you&apos;re all wishing you had an apostrophe in yours too, but...well, we can&apos;t all have what we want in life. And I got the apostrophe. 
    I&apos;m not French. If I were, my name would mean &quot;The Grace.&quot; That&apos;s why I&apos;m not French. Now enough about that.
    I happen to be from Pennsylvania. That&apos;s what I like to say, anyway. I was born there but only lived there for a year. I&apos;ve spent every other year of my life in Georgia (No, I do not say &quot;ya&apos;ll.&quot; We&apos;re not ALL rednecks in the South!), in the same little house in the same little town of Lawrenceville. I don&apos;t like to tell people that, so you should feel very special. I like to pretend that I remember everything about my &quot;home state,&quot; but the truth is, I haven&apos;t a single memory of my life there. I&apos;ve been back many, many times, though, and it always feels like home, but maybe that&apos;s just because I&apos;m so determined to feel that way....
    When this September rolls around, I will have been alive for 18 whole years. That sounds so strange to me. When I was little I thought 18 was so old! I&apos;d be a grown up by then! Nope....I still feel 12. (I still look 12...) I don&apos;t know where the years have gone....18! 
    So you want to know what I look like, eh? (No, I&apos;m not Canadian; I already told you I&apos;m from Pennsylvania!) Yeah....I thought so. It&apos;s all about the looks these days. Sad. Well, let&apos;s just say my nickname in elementary school was &quot;L&apos;Anita, Plain and Tall.&quot; You know that part in &quot;Emperor&apos;s New Groove&quot; (stupidest, most plotless movie I&apos;ve ever been dumb enough to sit through. You should go see it. Definitely one of the most quoteable movies of all time, that one.) when the Emperor&apos;s going through that long line of eligible females, one of whom he&apos;s supposed to pick as his bride? He&apos;s mincing down the line, looking each one up and down and shaking his head. &quot;No way. Uh-uh. Yeah right!&quot; he keeps saying to each one. Then he stops in front of one of them. &quot;Let me guess,&quot; he says, assuming a kind voice, &quot;You have a really great personality.&quot; Then he moves on.
    The only reason Disney didn&apos;t cast me as that girl is because the movie was a cartoon, and the girl was just a drawing. Had they actually been looking for the kind of girl who gets the condoling &quot;you must have a great personality&quot; line from the guys.....I&apos;d have been their girl. 
    I haven&apos;t always been ugly, you know. You wouldn&apos;t guess that from looking at me now, but I have pictures to prove it. My mom and dad say I&apos;m still beautiful, but....well, if there&apos;s one thing I learned in Mr. Stroud&apos;s newspaper class last year it was this: you just can&apos;t have biased sources. So that pretty much rules out the parents....
    I was sitting with my friend in the gym one afternoon when I was in sixth grade</description>
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            <title>Movin&apos; up in the world....</title>
            <description>...sorta. Scoop Wailer got her second story assignment today at the Gwinnett Daily Post! Exciting, huh?! Kinda makes it sound like I&apos;m a real journalist...</description>
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