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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-628585563475929411</id><published>2009-01-14T23:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:12:13.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And so there's a change...</title><content type='html'>Today was Vik's birthday! Sweet sixteen. I honestly don't know why it's so ~sweet~ nothing great happened to me that year. So I'm making seventeen my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah gave me the other half of my Christmas gift. It was a mix CD, and I listened to it the whole way home. Can I tell you just how perfect it is driving over the Buckman Bridge and listening to Difference by Acceptance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being alone and going way over the speed limit and taking my eyes off the road to look at the city, and seeing the other bridges in the distance. It's so cold, so everything is clear and crisp. I love Jacksonville, I'm not even going to lie. Sure it's not the biggest and there aren't always things to do, but it's nice for me to call it home. I could live in Palm Coast or freaking Tallahassee. Orlando isn't far and neither is Tampa. There isn't THAT much reason to drive 7 hours to Miami, but if I really wanted to I could. Atlanta isn't far. I've got all I need at my fingertips. Great friends, family, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent my night watching Watchmen trailers, reading the Watchmen blog, and stalking other things related to the film. I'm going to buy Watching the Watchmen.This weekend maybe? Idk. For the rest of the night I think I'm going to read my Umbrella Academy comics, and maybe watch the first season to Metalocalypse. World Religions at 9:30 tomorrow, I LOVVVVVVVVVVVVVE that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so good right now. (in case you couldn't tell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY AND IT IS GLORIOUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loudclothing.com/prodimages/large__12_04_2007_09_48_2641m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 408px; height: 272px;" src="http://loudclothing.com/prodimages/large__12_04_2007_09_48_2641m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-628585563475929411?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/628585563475929411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/628585563475929411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-so-theres-change.html' title='And so there&apos;s a change...'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-8497868508969129861</id><published>2009-01-01T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:44:29.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's hard enough to live</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8497868508969129861?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8497868508969129861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8497868508969129861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-its-hard-enough-to-live.html' title='You say it&apos;s hard enough to live'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-4958850478929867884</id><published>2008-12-28T01:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:24:11.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so stupid. i just keep digging myself in a hole, and giving myself hope when I really shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-4958850478929867884?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/4958850478929867884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/4958850478929867884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2979893956758635811</id><published>2008-12-22T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:47:25.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few nights I've been going to my room around 1, playing on my phone or reading Watchmen until 4 or when I get tired. But when I put everything aside to actually sleep. I can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have this problem. I am the champion of sleeping whenever I freaking feel like it. I've layed in bed and counted, to around 100 before my thoughts distract me and I lose count and have to start all over. If you asked me now I couldn't even tell you what the thoughts are. I would say they're just errant, things. With little or no meaning behind them. But I don't think that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up I'm always so thirsty, and I'm hot and I just feel so achey and tired and I want to go back to sleep. Sometimes I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I need to write these things down somewhere private, but I've never been much for that. Ever sense I was little, people would give me stupid little diaries with flowers and shit all over the cover, id start it out with something like "hi, I'm amber and this is my diary." Because I thought that's how those things went. Then I would never write in it. I hate writing things down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no in between for me, its either laid out for everyone or locked up tight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly tired right now, but I don't want to turn in. I won't fall asleep for another hour anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just lay here till my eyes force closed and I fall asleep on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I need to lighten up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2979893956758635811?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2979893956758635811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2979893956758635811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-few-nights-ive-been-going-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7890474226036789397</id><published>2008-12-17T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:14:22.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ftw</title><content type='html'>and I don't mean for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to post a few days ago, and I just couldn't, so I tried to add more to that post yesterday, and I couldn't. But now I'm in a pretty bad mood, so I deleted that post and now I've decided to write a whiny post about me failing at fucking life and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my freakin math class. I BARELY had a high enough GPA to stay in the program, and I really don't like that. REALLLLLLY don't. So I have to re-take Intermediate Algebra, this is my last chance. When I finish the spring semester, I have to take college algebra over the summer, so lame. :(, but the courses will be over before all the warped tour fun begins. Next semester, I am swearing to myself to do better, I HAVE to do better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top all that off. My heart hurts. I haven't had a for realz srs bizniz crush on someone in ages. Infatuations? Yes, I have had those (plenty!). But actually being close to someone and realizing they're everything I want is another thing. It's not that I don't think I don't have a chance, I guess I do, eventually I will. What sucks, is I feel like I let my chance slip away months ago because of one stupid comment. FUCK. I'm tired of being there for people and boosting them up, just to get stuck. Really, I don't hate helping my friends out, that I don't mind, but I do mind when I kinda have ulterior motives behind it, and it ends up backfiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As outspoken as I am, I still can't tell someone that I really really really like them, and I think they're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about the last month really has been FOB, I don't have the good vibes right now to re-tell how AWESOME the show was, but &lt;a href="http://vivalasarah.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-dot-coms-refreshing-for-journal.html"&gt;Sarah's blog&lt;/a&gt; pretty much sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love Folie a Deux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7890474226036789397?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7890474226036789397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7890474226036789397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/12/ftw.html' title='ftw'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7013042092290561904</id><published>2008-12-05T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:20:46.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so like a window in your life</title><content type='html'>I really need to update more. I was going to last night, I had stuff to write about, but I went to sleep instead. Now, I can't remember what I wanted to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took my grandma and grandpa to Disney World for Thanksgiving. I love Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 40 minutes. SO stoked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7013042092290561904?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7013042092290561904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7013042092290561904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7013042092290561904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7013042092290561904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-like-window-in-your-life.html' title='I&apos;m so like a window in your life'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1630648204868696117</id><published>2008-11-11T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:28:31.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I See Scares Me</title><content type='html'>This box has been sitting blank for about twenty minutes now. I don't know what to write, but I feel the need to. I think I have become boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sat for another thirty minutes while I read Calvin and Hobbes comics. They are my favorite thing. Although, it makes me kinda of sad Hobbes IS just a stuffed animal. Of course, it could be something like ~he's real if you want him to be~, or something else entirely too abstract for me to comprehend. I'm intelligent, but I can't "read between the lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go back to Lee my (favorite) english teacher always goes "hello college person!" and throws his ridiculous arm in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is completely pointless. Non sequitur. This is how my brains works. Just moving from one point to the next. I need to brush my teeth. I don't want to go back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a story to tell right now, but the only thing that has happened of late has been me going to see Bayside, and it was excellent, but I'm tired of writing show reviews. The fact that I have nothing to write about backs up the fact that I am boring. Some times I have a crush on one of my best friends, but only sometimes (somedays, some hours, some encounters, some minutes). Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Sarah, do I sound more like Beckett or Pete Wentz now? I think it's a combination of the two. Also, I read your Rise Against/Tokio Hotel blog. YES, that makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I want to go to Chicago for the last (UGH) 2*Sweet show. It is December the 20th. My mom says no, and I say: "Why don't you want me to see snow? Why? &gt;:|"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next show is Copeland? Maybe? I haven't even asked, but now I feel like all I care about is Lydia, which is weird. Blanca must of told me about them a million times, and I listened, and I never GOT it. But now that I listen to the CD a lot. I think I understand, and I NEEEEEED to see them live. Plus Lights (not to mention Copeland and Lovedrug), I mean REALLLLY? This last paragraph has more life in it than the rest of the blog does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you say that I've gone crazy. Cause I haven't gone crazy, yet. I just lost my mind, but I still got you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/OGyHoy7lbcag2mj8fmcT4G5m_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/OGyHoy7lbcag2mj8fmcT4G5m_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1630648204868696117?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1630648204868696117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1630648204868696117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-see-scares-me.html' title='All I See Scares Me'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-527864887872501822</id><published>2008-11-01T02:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:01:33.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they all scream california</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday was Rise Against. And it was incredible. The Gaslight Anthem are seriously my favorite band right now. No one knew what was going on during their set, but I did, and I think they came off really well to everyone. I lovelovelovelovelove them a lot. Thrice brings a ridiculous presence to the stage. All I remember from TOC06 was LIGHTS, and this time all I remember was the bearded asian man. Alkaline Trio are my heart. Rise Against is awesome. People get SO EXCITED. I love going to boy shows and seeing guys being totally stupid over another man, I also love there is never any fucking drama with boys. Not to mention the kid behind us in line was also behind us at New Found Glory, and he is a fucking riot. Hightlight: Before starting 'Swing Life Away' Tim said the song was pretty much about Chicago, but said that Florida made an appearance, so everyone cheers. Then when he got to the part 'Lets pack our bags and settle where palm trees grow' everyone screamed. Sometimes I love Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we found April and Melissa, and we waited for Tim. April was on a mission (and so was Sarah). First Zack came out, and let me tell you. That man is a freaking MOTER MOUTH. He must have word vomit 24/7, and I'm also happy he knows he looks like an alien. Then MATT FREAKIN SKIBA came out, and he had this ridiculous jacket on, but April had seen him before, and she goes that's Matt. Me: O_O *watches him walk far away). I didn't want to scream "MATT!" when he's a good 30 feet away from me. LUCKILY there was a girl close to him and she goes "Matt, can I get a picture?" and then all 25 of the kids waiting run over to him, because....MATT SKIBA YOU GUYS. He is awesome. He was really nice to everyone, and he told us they would be back next spring/summer (oh my god). He also took notice of Sarah's Chicago Fire Dept. shirt, and proceeded to tell everyone that he was going to, quote, "Go to firefighter school, but instead I started a rock band called Alkaline Trio. So right now I could be putting out a fire, or playing for you guys." And everyone told him we preferred the latter. Vik and Sarah met this man in 05 when Alkaline went out with My Chem. Sarah was downright determined to get him to sign the picture of him and Vik. So Sarah's mom runs to the car, then runs back, all the while we make April keep him talking. So She gets back with the picture and vik asks him to sign it. The conversation went a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah/Vik: It's from Chicago in 2005. (? right? that's what happened? idk. I can't remember the first part.)&lt;br /&gt;Him: Is this Warped?&lt;br /&gt;Vik: No, it's from the my chem tour.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I REMEMBER YOU! YOU'RE A LADY NOW! (seriously, greatest thing i have EVER heard.) How old were you?!&lt;br /&gt;Vik: 12&lt;br /&gt;Him: How old are you now (cause obv Skiba can't add 3 to 12. that's okay.)&lt;br /&gt;Vik: 15, almost 16.&lt;br /&gt;Him: sayssomemorestuffabouthowawesomethatis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was epppicccc. Then he left saying "GOD BLESS ALL OF YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5-10 minutes later Tim came out. HOMYGAWD. April was having a PANIC ATTACK. She has 'give it all' tattooed on her foot, and yeah, panic attack. She got a picture with him, then she says something about looking at her foot. She lifts her foot, he CROUCHES DOWN AND HOLDS HER FOOT. April is dying. "Does it say 'give it all'? That's awesome." So yeah, then it's my turn, he shakes my hand "Hi, I'm Tim." REALLY? REALLY??????? I shake his hand and introduce myself. It was all very nice really. My picture is adorable, I won't hear anything different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/SQvrhckgFZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FpwLOX719xE/s1600-h/l_62769364af404bcf96be67f29268313a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/SQvrhckgFZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FpwLOX719xE/s400/l_62769364af404bcf96be67f29268313a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263559549350057362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then we went back to the hotel. Ate Taco Bell. Slept. Woke up, got to looking ridiculous. And left for House of Blues. Did I tell you when we got to HOB on Thursday for Rise there was a girl waiting for Tokio Hotel? Well there was. Her name was Caitlin, and she was from Seattle. So yeah. She's in the front of the line, and I don't want to get to in depth about this. There were RIDICULOUS people there. RIDICULOUS. I can't express that ANY more clearly. At 10:30 I went over to Virgin to pick me and Sarah up the TH cd so we could get a wristband for the signing. I had been in there the day before, so I knew where the CDs were, but there were girls in there running around like chickens with no heads SCREAMING. "WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE ARE THE CDs?!!!!" It was ridiculous. I walked right where they were, there was a man standing there with a stack in his hand, I said "I need 2." he handed me 2 and I went to the register. The girls in front of me and behind me were going on and on about how happy they were, they were SHAKING. SHAKING from finding a CD to get a WRISTBAND. Again, RIDICULOUS. At one me, Sarah, and Vik went and got in the line that had already wrapped halfway around the building. Ended up getting in the building around 3? or 3:30. We all sat and waited. At 5 they started playing the CD, and kids started singing/screaming. At 5:25 they arrived, trust me, I know this is the exact time they got there. I was proud of them for being punctual. There were two big rooms, the one we were in was filled with Spanish music, and the room we were moved into where the band was filled with classical music. I was pretty calm the whole time, until we actually got in the same room, and I saw Bill. WHO DOESN'T EVEN LOOK REAL. I started shaking. So I had to calm down, BREATHE. The actual signing only took about 10 seconds for all three of us to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back in line and there is this clusterfuck in front of us. I'm not to upset. If we got in and couldn't get barricade we were going to go up to the balcony. All Sarah kept saying was "small like a snake." totally fucking cheesy, but it's good motivation! There was this line of "VIPS" that were waiting on the opposite side of the chains, and everyone is kind of like "~who are they? what are they dooooing?" They let them in and I see this older lady run to security, then next thing I know our line is MOVING, and I just book it, and squish through. I ran down to the end of the checks and, idek HOW this happened, but there was a line with just one girl in it, and she was getting done being checked. I stalled, and Sarah PUSHES me (thank god) into that line. Lady checks me sends me through. I fast-walked my happy butt up those stairs and into that venue. I wanted to be on Tom's side, and lo and behold his side is basically completely empty. I ran to my spot and stretched out to make room for Sarah. She came in about 10 seconds after me. I don't know if we have ever been SO stoked to have a spot on a barricade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time between getting and waiting was crazy. 2 and half hours, and girls were getting pulled out and passing out left and right. It actually was pretty stupid. I have never seen something so ridiculous. They did give us tons of water though! Show was good. Tokio Hotel is not bad live. And that's all I have to say. I still love Bill, I found out I would happily have sex with Tom (because JESUS he is some kind of sexy), and I have found a new deep deep love for Gustav and Georg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so long. Oh my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-527864887872501822?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/527864887872501822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=527864887872501822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/527864887872501822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/527864887872501822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-all-scream-california.html' title='they all scream california'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/SQvrhckgFZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FpwLOX719xE/s72-c/l_62769364af404bcf96be67f29268313a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7783763900021897002</id><published>2008-10-22T01:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:05:58.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just clicking machines</title><content type='html'>It's only Wednesday? Jesus H. Danica Ruined my chance at true love today, if she ever reads this she will probably kill herself dead. (iloveyoudanciasomuch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got all of my hair cut off. Well, not all of it, but it was long and now it's short. There will be a picture on here as soon as I see Sarah (THURSDAY! RISE AGAINST, ALKALINE, THRICE, AND THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM) and she gets all ~photographer~ on me and yeah. Then we're camping out in a hotel room, and waking on Friday up to see Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7783763900021897002?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7783763900021897002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7783763900021897002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7783763900021897002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7783763900021897002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-clicking-machines.html' title='just clicking machines'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5931026722132271635</id><published>2008-10-19T02:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:45:29.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hero of war</title><content type='html'>http://jasonbherald.com/category/random/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw All Time Low on Thursday. I, Amber Kelly, do not like All Time Low. Mostly I went because Sarah was like &gt;:[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ about it. And because I wanted to see The Maine again. Well, I went, and ONLY because it was a girl show there was line drama. I hate females sometimes, I swear to god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Avenue- Good. Nothing spectacular, but they are entertaining, and they don't have synths.&lt;br /&gt;The Maine- I just love them&lt;br /&gt;Mayday Parade- The biggest disappointment I've had in a LONG time. I've heard about this band and how great they are/their live show is for the last 2 and 1/2 years. It was TERRIBLE. I LOVE their music, but that was the worst set I've seen from anyone in ages. It sucks so bad, because now I can't listen to some really good songs without thinking about how bad the band is.&lt;br /&gt;All Time Low- Still not my favorites, or anywhere close. I can't tell you how many times Sarah told me I would like them better if I saw their live show, and she was right. I do like them better, and I can probably listen to the words now, and not get mad. Met all of them, and they are all super nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left to go to Jack's Mannequin at 5. Figured out the tickets were still at the house, and had to turn around. I fell asleep the way home and all the way there. Go me! We were first in line, and I didn't care how long we had to wait we got to be exactly where we wanted to be. Andrew McMahon makes me believe in good. There is nothing else to say about him. Anything he touches could very possibly turn to gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep now. Work in the AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5931026722132271635?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/5931026722132271635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=5931026722132271635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5931026722132271635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5931026722132271635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpjasonbherald.html' title='hero of war'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2909047280079809323</id><published>2008-10-16T00:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:49:37.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>someones yelling fire! someones yelling fire in the theater</title><content type='html'>oh dear god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Senses Fail on Sunday. SO SWEET. I left work, and seriously got to Fuel like 5 minutes before doors. I sorta felt like an asshole? W/E. There was this fucking box thing under the stage, and idek wtf they have that there for, but my legs were pressed ALL UP ON IT. Foxy is awesome, I liked the music before, and having FINALLY seen a live show. I've pretty much made up my mind. The Number 12 Looks Like You, saw them in 2005 with From First to Last! They're still pretty much the same, diiiggg it. Dance Gavin Dance was actually pretty boring, maybe it's more interesting if you know the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senses Fail- I had NO idea they had this many fans in Jacksonville. It was sick! I saw maybe HALF a song at Warped in 05 and that's an extremely hazy memory, like realllly hazy. Kids were losing their MINDS. Last song they played was Can't Be Saved, and that's my favorite song AFTER everything that is on Let It Enfold You. So he's singing the last chorus to the kids like right next to me, and I'm like wthhheelllllllll, so I crawl on the  box and get to the microphone myself. Next day, bruises from hell on my lges, but they're gone now, so it's alllll goooddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2940223839_f3a26633fc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2940223839_f3a26633fc.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I turned in my first of 3 papers for Humanities, it TOTALLY sucked. I feel like shit for turning that garbage in. UGH. On a more positive note, I got a 100 on my last test. So I have,  I THINK an 89 average in that class. So that's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is ATL, Mayday, The Maine, and Every Avenue. The only band I really like out of any of these is The Maine, and that's ONLY because they like GC. I listen to all the other bands, but i'm very, uh, whatever about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Jack's Mannequin. SO STOKED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2909047280079809323?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2909047280079809323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2909047280079809323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/someones-yelling-fire-someones-yelling.html' title='someones yelling fire! someones yelling fire in the theater'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3400525660443469931</id><published>2008-10-15T00:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:32:55.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" height="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;amber took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Desires a tranquil, peaceful state of harmony offe..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;amp;picked1=1,3,5,7,2,4,6,0,3&amp;amp;picked2=1,5,3,4,7,2,0,6,4&amp;amp;sex=f&amp;amp;blog_name=amber"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--End ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3400525660443469931?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/3400525660443469931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=3400525660443469931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3400525660443469931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3400525660443469931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/amber-took-free-colorquiz.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-8884833563737961220</id><published>2008-10-11T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:03:08.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swim for music that saves you when you're not so sure you'll survive</title><content type='html'>I haven't made a post since before Warped Tour. That was four months ago. So much time lost. Where shall we begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July-&lt;/span&gt; Warped in Tampa, was hectic, but lots of fun. Warped in Jacksonville, a lot less hectic and a lot more fun. We jumped in a pool. That's all I have to say about that. On the 30th I saw Good Charlotte again for the first time in 5 years. Hoooooooly shit. It was spec-freaking-tacular. I felt like I was 11 again, and it was great. On the 31st we left for Chicago, after lots of drama and stupid suff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August-&lt;/span&gt; On the 1st we actually LANDED in Chicago, and I don't know if I've ever been more happy and completely overwhelmed about something in my entire life. On the 9th we saw Person L, Good Old War (who have turned out to be my new love), and Anthony Green (who will be my forever love) at Reggie's Rock Club. It was awesome. On the 10th we saw Danger Radio, Power&lt;strike&gt;space&lt;/strike&gt;suck, Ace Enders, and Cute is What We Aim For at the Metro. Danger Radio was the best of the night. On the 12th we saw Paramore at the Congress Theater. That show was great. No lie, not to mention they filmed the whole thing for the Final Riot dvd, so I'm going to have to look for myself when that thing hits the shelves. All in all, I loved it there. I'd go back at the drop of a hat. No questions asked. When we got back, I started school two days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September-&lt;/span&gt; Pretty uneventful month. On the 4th we saw the AG show for the 2nd time! It was better the second time around to be quite honest. I adore that man, AND GOOD OLD WAR. Seriously they are bommmmbbbbbb. Pretty much just went to school. I am getting close to promouncing my undying love for someone I have only spoken to for a good 3 seconds. But he's got a nice smile and a nice voice. So that's all I really need. The best thing that has happend this month were the release of two AWESOME albums. Shudder and The Glass Passenger are breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October-&lt;/span&gt; The 3rd was TAI, WTK, CL, and HM in Orlando. Just a show. I love Tai though, so it was cool to see them at a real show and not Warped. The 4th was NFG, ADTR (boooo), FYS, ISHoH, and CIS. Best show of the year? We'll see. I loved all of it except ADTR's set. So lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this month is incredibly hectic! I have two papers to write for humanities, and a presentation to write for Spanish. Then there are about half a million shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-Senses&lt;br /&gt;16-ATL&lt;br /&gt;17-JM&lt;br /&gt;23-RA, ALK3, THRICE, THE GASLIGHT ANTHEM&lt;br /&gt;24-TOKIO (8D)&lt;br /&gt;31-COBRAWEEN/HGB&lt;br /&gt;5-BAYYYYYYYYSIIIIDEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8884833563737961220?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8884833563737961220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8884833563737961220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/swim-for-music-that-saves-you-when.html' title='swim for music that saves you when you&apos;re not so sure you&apos;ll survive'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5558541530579161179</id><published>2008-10-09T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:06:21.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0' width='385' height='500' id='Twilight Widget' align='middle' flashVars=''&gt;		&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='sameDomain' /&gt;	&lt;param name='flashVars' value='' /&gt;		&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='false' /&gt;		&lt;param name='movie' value='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high' /&gt;&lt;param name='bgcolor' value='#000000' /&gt;	&lt;embed src='http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf' quality='high' bgcolor='#000000' width='385' height='500' name='Twilight Widget' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='sameDomain' allowFullScreen='false' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzYwNDMyNDIwMyZwdD*xMjIzNjA*MzY5NTkzJnA9OTE4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZ*PQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5558541530579161179?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/5558541530579161179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=5558541530579161179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5558541530579161179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5558541530579161179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes.html' title='yes!'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-400729544398377273</id><published>2008-06-25T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:00:33.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the record beings with a song of rebellion</title><content type='html'>Life is bitchin. I have a hard time thinking of a better way to describe it. For a while I was stressing about a lot of stuff, but now. I'm chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are awesome things in my imminent future. Shows, friends(family), and brand new adventures. I'm bouncing off the walls on the inside. My job rules. I love everyone I work with, and everyday I enjoy working there more and more (the pay is nice too, thanks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warped tour is two weeks away, which, holy shit. This time last year I was in a different place and had (some) different people surrounding me. My friends now (&amp;amp;then) are beautiful, I love their souls and their heads and everything about them. I don't need this really. I have people I could talk to about this stuff, but it's nice to look back and remember where I was at a certain time. (BACK TO WARPED) I'm so stoked (3 dates, jesus christ what is WRONG with me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3OH!3, AM!, TAI, TA, CS (lol what finally), ETID MOTHERFUCKER, FYS (8D), GCH, JM :), KP (8D8D8D8D8D8D8D8D), SA, SYG, Shwayze, SOTY! I guess the three dates a necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has nothing to do with rebellion, and everything to do with me being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations- Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-400729544398377273?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/400729544398377273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/400729544398377273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-record-beings-with-song-of.html' title='and the record beings with a song of rebellion'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2919864764147220805</id><published>2008-06-18T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:31:30.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Armageddon- Alkaline Trio</title><content type='html'>Alkaline Trio/Bayside/The Fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Freebird around 2:30 and waited as per usual. I have to say I love Alk3 Fans are awesome, probably because they are all older and mostly boys. Right before doors opened it started to storm, like really storm. Crazy slanted rain, thunderlightening, and hail. It was intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd seemed pretty evenly split between bayside and alkaline. But seeing as how people were still COMING IN by the end of Bayside's set, It was probably majority Alkaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO EXCITED to see Bayside (FINALLY). It took me 4 times (not including the time I spent passed out at warped by their stage). They're were everything I hoped they would be. The set was short but that just made more room for Alkaline Trio ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline took a little while to set up, but they were soooooo worth the wait. They are PERFECT. Their show is awesome, and their fans seem to be so in tune with the band. There was an awesome energy throughout the whole crowd. Everyone knew EVERY word, and thats mostly hard to come by at most shows. The whole crowd was pretty tame considering the circumstances. Pushing got pretty intense at the start of songs, and at choruses that were important. Crowd surfers were minimum (less than 10) which is super awesome since crowd surfers SUCK, especially when you're at the barricade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Awesome. Awesome show. Couldn't of asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was absolutely soaking wet by the time we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: After the crowd had cleared and it was just techs/merch people/a few fans milling around. Refused came on over the house speakers and a dude on Bayside's crew started dancing. Like legit dancing. And the singer of The Fashion was singing. It was incredible. I wish I had a video cause it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2919864764147220805?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2919864764147220805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2919864764147220805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/06/armageddon-alkaline-trio.html' title='Armageddon- Alkaline Trio'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-8714608521213944768</id><published>2008-05-24T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:17:53.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Simple- Cobra Starship</title><content type='html'>WARPEDTOUR&lt;br /&gt;you make me sad, stop putting all the bands in the world I want to see on your tour. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Every Time I Die&lt;br /&gt;From First To Last&lt;br /&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything&lt;br /&gt;Story Of The Year&lt;br /&gt;Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;Matisyahu&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;3Oh!3&lt;br /&gt;Set Your Goals&lt;br /&gt;Four Year Strong&lt;br /&gt;The Audition&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing I plan on going to 3 dates~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8714608521213944768?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/8714608521213944768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=8714608521213944768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8714608521213944768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8714608521213944768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/05/keep-it-simple-cobra-starship.html' title='Keep It Simple- Cobra Starship'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7486948981023435024</id><published>2008-05-17T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:22:27.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrecked 'Em? Damn Near Killed 'Em</title><content type='html'>I bring you the emo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma went into the hospital around the middle of April. Everyone was worried, and she was released a few days later to go home and rest. About two weeks after that she went BACK to the hospital for the same problem as before, they decided to do surgery this time. She left the hospital last Thursday or Friday, and seemed to be doing fine, albeit tired, but fine. My mom left Saturday to go help her around the house, and make sure her and my grandpa are getting along okay. My mom's been gone for a week, and will now probably be gone another week, because she just called me and told me that grandma was in an ambulance heading to the hospital. About three years ago my grandma got breast cancer, and ended up getting rid of it. I'm more scared for her now than I ever was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys, my grandma is my favorite person on this planet. And yeah, okay, I seriously say that about 50 times a day. But, honestly, and truly. She is my FAVORITE person ever, she raised me just as much as my parents did. If i'm upset I can ALWAYS ALWAYS call her, and she ALWAYS makes me feel better. She's one of the sweetest and most genuine people I'll ever meet in my life. If something happens to her, I have no idea what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7486948981023435024?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7486948981023435024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7486948981023435024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7486948981023435024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7486948981023435024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/05/wrecked-em-damn-near-killed-em.html' title='Wrecked &apos;Em? 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And I was thinking about how AWESOME Fever is. I remember thinking they were the best thing since sliced bread in the beginning of 2005, and I remember getting mad when people started listening to them, then I remember being really happy for them. I remember buying the cd in October because I had no $$$ when it came out in September, then I remember listening to it ALL THE TIME for months. I remember never being able to see them because they only played in Orlando, and there was no way in hell my parents were taking me out of town to see a band when I was like 13/14. I remember being so upset EVERY TIME they were in FL and I was missing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pretty Odd. ~Things have Changed~&lt;br /&gt;When I put on the new one Danica was basically not interested at all, and really neither was I, my mood died. There is NO excitement in the new album. It's pretty fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good album? YES!&lt;br /&gt;Is it more than a step backwards from Fever? YES!&lt;br /&gt;If this had been their first album would I love them as much? No, they'd be a mild interest, but not anything to call home about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So THIS is what a sophmore slump is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up does not mean you don't own dictionaries or thesauruses anymore, ryanross. Motifs with suns and moons can only get you so far. The music of the 60's and 70's is just that, music from then, not desperate attempts to bring it back now. Do something different, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles are THE BEATLES. NO ONE WILL EVER BE THE BEATLES, EVER. Everyone turning into hippies, and being anti-war, and not shaving, and wearing stupid scarves, and wrapping those stupid headbands around your head does not bring you closer to God, make you better than me, or make you a better person in general. THIS IS NOT THE 60's. EVERYONE DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT PLEASE. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone needs to take Panic's bus from them, take their body guard, shove them in a band with 7 other people, give them $50 dollars, and tell them to make it across the country playing shows every night, setting up their own shit, taking down their own shit, packing it into a van, and doing it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got SO LUCKY. SO SO lucky, and I think just a little bit of that luck needs to be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegas Skies- The Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just because you can drink legally now doesn't mean you drag a case of corona's on stage. It also doesn't mean lining up girly mixed drinks to drink all through the show. GOOD FOR YOU. Seriously, I don't care about drinking, but some of it seems a little showy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1052180514841722723?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1052180514841722723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1052180514841722723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-hopes-in-velvet-ropes-cab.html' title='High Hopes in Velvet Ropes- The Cab'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1519996003077926667</id><published>2008-05-10T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T01:00:57.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Caught Fire- The Used</title><content type='html'>I hung out with Danica today...well....saturday! It was awesome, but my friends tend to be that way, so really, it's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched something about Dubai, then played mario cart on N64, MY THUMB ALMOST FELL OFF I SWEAR. Then we went to Tijuana Flats, cause their chimichangas= delicious.  Went home, played MOAR mario cart, got her brother, THEN PLAYED MORE GAMES. I love games you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance's birthday was this week! Surprise parties are the best ever ever ever ever cause peoples faces are awesome. I felt bad cause I think Chance was really mad at me and Nathan because he thought we couldn't come, but we did. We went to Target and Nathan bought a box of 9 sour punch straws for like.....7 bucks. Went to Oakleaf and watched Nathan run around lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life, it is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Through a Vector- Say Anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1519996003077926667?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1519996003077926667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1519996003077926667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-caught-fire-used.html' title='I Caught Fire- The Used'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-4547197150655967763</id><published>2008-05-01T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:25:17.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All On Black- Alkaline Trio</title><content type='html'>So, I keep reading reviews of the two my chem shows I wanted to go to. Idk why I do it, cause it breaks my heart into infinity pieces and then I start crying. Both of them were awesome, apparently, and they played desert song at both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make myself  feel better I think of ALKALINE TRIO AND BAYSIDE AT THE SAME SHOW TOGETHER IN JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-4547197150655967763?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/4547197150655967763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=4547197150655967763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/4547197150655967763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/4547197150655967763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-on-black-alkaline-trio.html' title='All On Black- Alkaline Trio'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7303806954416169864</id><published>2008-04-19T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:32:46.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine- Matt Costa</title><content type='html'>Not going to see my chem, which....makes me extremely sad, and I can't think about it cause i'll cry all over the place. They REALLY don't realize i'm NEVER going to forgive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand. I'm going to see Panic(!) at the Disco two days in a row! \o/ With Sarah, and Vik, and mom. S'going to be aweeeeeeeeeeeeSOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Danica and I hung out at her house, waited for Nathan, then went to Tijuana Flats, then Target. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;My chimichanga at Tijuana&lt;br /&gt;Trying on bathing suits!&lt;br /&gt;Making fun of Danica's (small!) forehead&lt;br /&gt;Chasing her around the store&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the apathetic worker&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how scary ET really was...&lt;br /&gt;Parking lots and candy&lt;br /&gt;Tire swings!&lt;br /&gt;Spray paint and sheds!&lt;br /&gt;Singing Beatles songs&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be awesome too! Wooh! \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7303806954416169864?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7303806954416169864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7303806954416169864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshine-matt-costa.html' title='Sunshine- Matt Costa'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1836906041605920958</id><published>2008-04-04T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:40:44.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Sunsets Over Monroeville- My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>Wednesday! Went to Sarah's and DID NOT make the shirts we have been needing to make for the last few weeks. But we did swim! And we did get Jamba, do you all understand how much I love Jamba Juice? Oh sweet baby jesus, it's a LOT. We went to Target (THEY HAVE SOME AWESOME BATHING SUITS OH GOD), and we looked at all the cute clothes/dresses/tranny messes. Sarah put on a vest, BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE IS CHRISTIAN SIRIANO. Then we had veggie burgers at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday! IDEK WHAT I WAS THINKING WAKING UP AT 5 AND HANGING OUT AT JAMBA FOR 3 HOURS. I did gets lotsa smoothie though, so I think it was well worth it. Then we left and went back home where we did idk what. We had FRENCH TOAST AND I SANG AND SARAH SCREAMED AND IT WAS FULL OF LOL. I also rolled around on the floor with one of her couch cushions. Sarah has broken her computer, so we had to use her laptop for interneting. Then we went to Gainesville, and went to american apparel which has obviously made me a superior person in todays society. Then we had mellow mushroom, and they have the *best* hoagies EVER. Well, not as good as subway, w/e w/e. They were good. Then we drove around for like.....an hour doing IDEK what, SARAH WHAT WERE WE DOING?!?!?!!?!!!!! On the way home Sarah decided we were going to PULL OVER on the side of the road and TAKE PICTURES. IDG artistic impulses, but we did it! And they are really nice pictures. They will be share whenever Sarah UNBREAKS her computer. When I came home I took a really great bath and realized, holy SHIT i'm exhausted. I then proceeded to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! I had to go get records from the ortho place. They took pictures of my teeth and MOLDS. MOLDS SUCK BALLS. When I get my braces it's going to suck, my life is going to END. I HAVE TO STOP BITING MY NAILS. WHAT?! ARE YOU JOKING????? I ALSO HAVE TO STOP EATING SWEDISH FISH AND TWIZZILERS. Life as I know it will end April 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have listened to every My Chemical Romance album back to back, well I've done it before, but now it's documented! I started in reverse (oops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture to discuss. &lt;a href="http://i25.tinypic.com/1z35o5s.jpg"&gt;LOOK&lt;/a&gt;. I would DO VERY BAD THINGS to go back in time and be at this show. I BET YOU MONEY MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAD FANBOYS. No, not fans who are boys. FANBOYS, fanboys like Rise Against, Every Time I Die, and Muse have. Fanboys are my favorite people on this PLANET. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS SOMETHING HIGHLARIOUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Turner"&gt;Ted Turner&lt;/a&gt; said &lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/content/news/stories/2008/04/03/turner_0404.html?cxntlid=homepage_tab_newstab"&gt;that if Global Warming continues&lt;/a&gt;, crops will stop growing, and everyone who hasn't died off will be cannibals. WOW. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;NOW READ THIS:&lt;br /&gt;If you put 2 80-story high rises on EVERY ACRE of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacksonville%2C_Florida"&gt;Jacksonville&lt;/a&gt; (Duval County), then the world's population (6.5 Billion), could live in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the latter statistic is wrong in any way, tell me. I fail at math. The two things really have no relation to each other, but both amuse me endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zookeeper's Boy- Mew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1836906041605920958?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/1836906041605920958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=1836906041605920958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1836906041605920958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1836906041605920958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/04/early-sunsets-over-monroeville-my.html' title='Early Sunsets Over Monroeville- My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14401162654433337559'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>