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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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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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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-7477146358483792963.post-1878898480751615439</id><published>2008-04-02T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:57:39.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End- My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>You'll never get me, you'll never take me, you'll never get me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- SARAH STEALS STUFF FROM MY PAGE CAUSE SHE IS A LOSER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1878898480751615439?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1878898480751615439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1878898480751615439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-my-chemical-romance.html' title='The End- My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5448473652342823578</id><published>2008-03-30T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:48:28.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Race- Crystal Castles</title><content type='html'>QUESTION(S) OF THE DAY! Why do hipsters like shitty music? Why is Crystal Castles still on my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;They are so cool and so ahead of everyone else that shitty music will be cool in like....2 years and they will already be listening to something better. OR They have to hate normal people so much that they completely rebel against the good music. All hipsters are is new age punks. Way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, I don't have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID EARTH HOUR TODAY. It was geeerrrrrrrrate. I'm going to get a WWF shirt, cause pandas rule. I'm also going to get the hedgehog i've been wanting my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper Wings- Rise Against&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5448473652342823578?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5448473652342823578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5448473652342823578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/race-crystal-castles.html' title='Race- Crystal Castles'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3142923078366931378</id><published>2008-03-29T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:46:56.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molasses- The Hush Sound</title><content type='html'>Piano rock! You can do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Internet,&lt;br /&gt;IDGI. What is the obsession with Lyn-Z. Okay, she's hot, yes bow chicka wow wow. Whatever, that's about all I see at face value. WHICH IS ALL I THINK THERE IS, OKAY. I can't really get on LJ at all without seeing picture or icons of her. WHERE DO THEY FIND THESE THINGS?! I wonder if she likes getting approached by my chem fans who look semi-normal compared to their normal goth-rave fans. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Confuddled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa came into town yesterday. Haven't seen him since I was about 4 or 5, so over 10 years. No, it's not awkward at all! He talks a lot so that's good. He's got a New Orleans accent that is so much fun to listen to. MY MOM BROUGHT US CRAWFISH HOME. Oh my god, I haven't had good ones in like 2 years. IDC what anyone says, you CAN NOT get good crawfish unless you live in south Alabama and Mississippi, Louisiana, and south Texas. I wanted to cry, cause it was so delicious, and ugh it made me miss the south like no ones business. He talks about sex a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Aqua Teen Hunger Force still come on Adult Swim. It's really not ever funny. Ever. It was on when I was in fourth grade. OHMYGOD that is forever. The best shows on Adult Swim are, Metalocalypse, Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!, and The Boondocks. YESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I hit a butterfly yesterday, and I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF. WHAT THE FUCK YOU STUPID BUTTERFLY WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE TO THE ROAD. I was so upset you have no idea. I feel so bad for butterflies as it is. They are caterpillars, which are awesome, then they live in a cocoon for like, idk how long, then they're a butterfly for about 2 days, AND THE WHOLE TIME THEY FLY AROUND AND LOOK LIKE THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE DOING. :( Poor butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of My Chem pictures. Like over 1000 (thank you photobucket!). And I found some really LOL ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/pandapandaPANDApanda/my%20chemical%20romance/geerogue1.jpg"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt;, in which you can see mikeyways junk. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i36/pandapandaPANDApanda/my%20chemical%20romance/ohmygod.jpg"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;, where their cat looks miserable. It seriously just does not look happy. He looks cute, but not happy. I still can't believe the cat lets them dress it. My cats would hate me FOREVER if I did that to them. Their cat must be more radawesome then mine, or not cause my cats are about as radawesome as you can get. Their cat is just a different kind of radawesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the Sea- Sweeney Todd&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3142923078366931378?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3142923078366931378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3142923078366931378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/molasses-hush-sound.html' title='Molasses- The Hush Sound'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2388524467529199779</id><published>2008-03-27T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T15:04:05.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Me Up- Mindless Self Indulgence</title><content type='html'>EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are traitors amongst us! what to do? what to do? give them death! have no sympathy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 posts in a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2388524467529199779?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/2388524467529199779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=2388524467529199779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2388524467529199779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2388524467529199779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/shut-me-up-mindless-self-indulgence.html' title='Shut Me Up- Mindless Self Indulgence'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-1974115291508428939</id><published>2008-03-27T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:47:01.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Love- Bob Marley and The Wailers</title><content type='html'>Here is my review of Pretty. Odd. The new panic(!)atthedisco album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES WINNETHEPOOH THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES  THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THEBEATLES THEBEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE HUSH SOUNDLIKE VINES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES NEAUTRAL MILK HOTEL WINNIETHEPOOH THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES LIKEVINES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES THE BEATLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That about sums it up. It's pretty awesome in my humbled opinion. Also, I will NEVER drop the !, never. Thug life, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us talk about Bob Marley, my new obsession. He's great! The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Much Trouble In the World- Bob Marley and The Wailers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY LITTLE BRRRRRRRRROOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1974115291508428939?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/1974115291508428939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=1974115291508428939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1974115291508428939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1974115291508428939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-this-love-bob-marley-and-wailers.html' title='Is This Love- Bob Marley and The Wailers'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-3564762994545290251</id><published>2008-03-23T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:42:59.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pages- Envy on the Coast</title><content type='html'>Friday- No school! Get to Landshark Cafe (a.k.a. the WEIRDEST place to have a show EVER.) Sarah, Vik, and mom wandered. Put THS stickers on walls and trashcans. Ate chinese food. Went pee in publix, and then waited on some picnic tables outside the place. Again, weirdest place to have a show, EVER. A dude starts putting up barricades around the picnic tables. Normal show kids show up, yadda yadda. Go inside and everyone is just standing around like....waiting. We move kinda, and everyone SWARMS, so okay, I guess it's time to claim spots. We got stage right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophmore Attempt, uh yeah, local band, seen you 5000000000000 times, you're good.&lt;br /&gt;Folk &amp;amp; Stress, my new favorite people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Brighten, ummmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy, they are so fabulous. From the first time I saw them last April with Circa they have improved about 1000000000%. Their live show got me so pumped and made so tired. Crowd was AWESOME PAWSOME. Crazy black kid from Thursday, Saosin, and Circa was there. He was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention Sarah and Vik braided my hair? Yeah, it was awesome. (If Sarah ever becomes un-lazy I can show you pictures of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Audition are kinda assholes, reasons aside, and cancel shows for bullshit things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of Freedom- Envy on the Coast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3564762994545290251?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/3564762994545290251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=3564762994545290251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3564762994545290251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3564762994545290251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/pages-envy-on-coast.html' title='Pages- Envy on the Coast'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-7248185665119614665</id><published>2008-03-20T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:54:58.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate This and I'll Love You- Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R-HDXiMcDYI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sv09HUHoY0Y/s1600-h/116_0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R-HDXiMcDYI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sv09HUHoY0Y/s400/116_0404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179635855536164226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fitting. Stop trying to be cool. Flashing "sweet" crap when you know impressionable kids are watching. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. No one should spend four dollars on pee flavored water. You're ugly too. I vent! I vent! Probably to boost my own self-esteem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep coming in second best in prying eyes. It's too hard really. It's always been to hard. I would throw the towel in, but I love everything too much. I'd feel like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;strike&gt;me&lt;/strike&gt; ye of little faith. I sound like Pete Wentz, speaking in metaphors, crossed out words, and parentheses. I hope you like my picture. I think i'll call it "ghost~~*~~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satirical! [look it up]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery Gates- The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why did mcr steal all of their song titles?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7248185665119614665?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7248185665119614665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7248185665119614665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7248185665119614665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7248185665119614665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-this-and-ill-love-you-muse.html' title='Hate This and I&apos;ll Love You- Muse'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R-HDXiMcDYI/AAAAAAAAABE/Sv09HUHoY0Y/s72-c/116_0404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1907605765794041938</id><published>2008-03-18T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:21:53.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine in the Afternoon- Nine in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>My life sucks. Last night my body felt like it was going to fall apart. So my mom put me in a bath with some awesome salt stuff that made my skin feel amazing. Mom's always know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy, and now I feel like killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news. Mercedes gave me the link to the P(!)atd leak. Idgaf really, I'm buying it you freakin jerks I just can't wait any longer for it to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1907605765794041938?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1907605765794041938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1907605765794041938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/nine-in-afternoon-nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Nine in the Afternoon- Nine in the afternoon'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2143895872289276033</id><published>2008-03-16T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T11:59:18.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowl of Oranges- Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>Conor Oberst is a lyrical genius. I love everything he thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2143895872289276033?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2143895872289276033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2143895872289276033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/bowl-of-oranges-bright-eyes.html' title='Bowl of Oranges- Bright Eyes'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3700875341507485328</id><published>2008-03-14T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:44:18.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ever Cross A Trowell- Maylene and the Sons of Disaster</title><content type='html'>The five minutes we get to sit next to each other for one maybe two days a week is good enough for me. Your company is nice. Even if we don't talk all the time. The comfortable silence is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did something you've never done before today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3700875341507485328?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3700875341507485328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3700875341507485328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-ever-cross-trowell-maylene-and.html' title='Don&apos;t Ever Cross A Trowell- Maylene and the Sons of Disaster'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2605040063230111208</id><published>2008-03-12T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:46:38.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Noise- Refused</title><content type='html'>There is some shady shit going on. I am sick and tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gunna get what you deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2605040063230111208?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2605040063230111208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2605040063230111208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-noise-refused.html' title='New Noise- Refused'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2764656245372345466</id><published>2008-03-11T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:59:43.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I Wonder- The Smiths</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. I mean that quite figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too big. The potent just want the dumb asses who think they're climbing up the ladder. FUCK ALL OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a break. I'm tired of it. I'll talk to who I need to talk about it to later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dasvedania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret- The Pierces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2764656245372345466?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2764656245372345466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2764656245372345466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-i-wonder-smiths.html' title='Well I Wonder- The Smiths'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-208170786365503561</id><published>2008-03-10T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:46:29.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Lessons- My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>Well. This week is going to suck. I know this, because today sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up TIRED. Which, hey, everyone wakes up tired. HAHA. But no, I was tired. I'm tired ALL THE TIME, I just want to sleep forevverrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school sucks for everyone. I know it does. But I have never felt so much fucking pressure in my entire life. I HAVE to pass the math ACT of I'm out of the program. Apparently, if I "fail" out of the program there will be hell to pay. I don't know what that means, but I don't want to find out. I'm not sure I'm happy anymore. I have some of the very best friends in the world, and I love all of them so much, and I thank whoever everyday that I have them in my life. Because I don't think I would've gotten this far without them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like giving up. On everything. Sometimes none of it seems worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking hurting everywhere. My eyes are swollen and burn, my nose feels like it's going to rub off, my whole head feels too heavy for my neck. All my limbs, in fact, seem too heavy. It hurts in a dull achy way to write this. I was SO HUNGRY when I left school and now I feel like if I eat I'm going to barf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make my life seem shittier to me. IDK if I'll get to see my chem for the last time until God knows when. It hurts. I honestly don't think people understand what they mean to me. Or just how BAD it would hurt to miss them. I can't help that they're not coming to Florida, so I NEED to go to Birmingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how my life seems so trite and that I'm whining for nothing, but I just don't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-208170786365503561?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/208170786365503561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/208170786365503561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/drowning-lessons-my-chemical-romance.html' title='Drowning Lessons- My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5529663510143902534</id><published>2008-03-07T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:49:02.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Church Channel- Say Anything</title><content type='html'>Envy!&lt;br /&gt;The Audition!&lt;br /&gt;Paramore!&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything!&lt;br /&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Unplugged &amp;amp; Unaffected)!&lt;br /&gt;Panic!&lt;br /&gt;Panic!&lt;br /&gt;Anti- Flag&lt;br /&gt;MCR?????????????????&lt;br /&gt;MSI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life! Please stay interesting and show filled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5529663510143902534?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/5529663510143902534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=5529663510143902534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5529663510143902534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5529663510143902534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/03/church-channel-say-anything.html' title='The Church Channel- Say Anything'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-8215510939550848603</id><published>2008-02-22T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:26:46.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Montuak- Bayside</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for My Chem to announce the rest of they're US dates. Because I continue to love them even if my hero sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I went with Sarah and Vik to see Sherwood/We Shot the Moon. Pretty AWESOME. I don't know what shows to go to anymore when all I see are sluts at all of them. No genre is safe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My Getaway- Hello, cute local band, I mean for seriously, how are ALL of you so cute? Dear Singer Boy, Don't wear basketball shorts if you have a sort of hard on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/weshotthemoon"&gt;We Shot the Moon&lt;/a&gt;- NOMNOMNOMNOM the only reason I went. Oh my God I love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Higher- I have never liked you tbh. Being from Vegas does not make you cool. Nor does STEALING SOME OF QUEEN AND MAKING LITTLE GIRLS THINKING YOU ARE OMG SO CUTE FOR DOING IT. Ugh diaf. No, you AREN'T a bad band. I just really really really don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston Calls- Best of the night tbh. When I started listening to them when I was like 13 I never thought I'd be able to see them, and I did! So so so awesome. And I love the totally rad asian dude who plays keys and JUMPS AROUND EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwood- So good. Um, to the keyboard/synth/knob guy, you are Andy Dick if he swallowed a Pixie. Yessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night my cat Chadam stayed in the garage ALL NIGHT. Because we couldn't find him and he wouldn't come out, and I was SO SCARED and stayed up till midnight crying cause I thought he was DEAD or something else terrible. Then when I decide it's okay to sleep it starts storming, and I CANNOT fall asleep if it's storming because I think I AM GOING TO DIE. Then I started coughing and haven't really stopped, and I am in so much pain omg my whole chest/upper body hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't tried to get out of school, but then it would of been "OH NO SORRY AMBER NO SCHOOL NO BAYSIDE." Which is not happening, okay? &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please find me a boyfriend who enjoys sleeping. SLEEPSLEEPSLEEP. Sleep is so good. I mean sometimes, yeah, I want to go out and do  things, but sleeping is so good. If you tell me you think sleeping is a waste of time I will not like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol and Alter Boys- Bayside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8215510939550848603?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8215510939550848603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8215510939550848603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/02/montuak-bayside.html' title='Montuak- Bayside'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6409521097523956086</id><published>2008-02-18T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:45:43.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn on Billi- The Pierces</title><content type='html'>I am so stressed and miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6409521097523956086?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6409521097523956086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6409521097523956086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/02/turn-on-billi-pierces.html' title='Turn on Billi- The Pierces'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1086731672296029680</id><published>2008-02-17T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T11:52:41.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Loving- Jim Sturgess</title><content type='html'>I am restless. I need to get out and do SOMETHING. Before I EXPLODE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Am.Going.To.Explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted- Black Flag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1086731672296029680?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1086731672296029680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1086731672296029680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-my-loving-jim-sturgess.html' title='All My Loving- Jim Sturgess'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2672151165683659686</id><published>2008-02-16T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:38:40.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down- The Acadamy Is...</title><content type='html'>Today I watched two pigeons chase each other, for at LEAST, ten minutes. I'm pretty sure it was a boy pigeon and a girl pigeon. She was a SLUT!pigeon and was playing hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my day today&lt;br /&gt;First period- We sat in a circle, and read our short stories, I successfully avoided this. Not because my story sucks, it's actually really awesome. But because I really don't like to read my stories out loud or have them read. I have notebooks FULL of stuff I've written, and no one will ever see them. In fact, I am now considering burning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Period- We got YELLED at cause we are LAZY. No, I am just math incompetent, no amount of studying will HELP me. I have a mental fucking BLOCK, okay? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period- I ate lunch, ummmm....yeah. Then I sat in the auditorium, and did quasi- economics work. This means I had my book out, my headphones hidden, and talked to Sarah the whole time. AND FOR THE RECORD IT TAKES ROUGHLY 2 HOURS AND 39 MINUTES TO GET TO TALLAHASSEE FROM HERE. Fucking eight hours what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period- Did some work, and watched some of Paycheck. I like Ben Affleck better as a director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the last.....a lot of months I have been pestering about Bamboozle, but also about going to Chicago this summer. Two days ago, my parents said Chicago, or Bamboozle pick. So I got on the computer all &gt;:| to pout. Then I get on to discover MCR TOUR DATES NOMNOMNOM. It made me like four hundred thousand times happier, and yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is still super dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work in Progress- Set Your Goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2672151165683659686?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/2672151165683659686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=2672151165683659686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2672151165683659686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2672151165683659686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/02/slow-down-acadamy-is.html' title='Slow Down- The Acadamy Is...'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-6400941503277288258</id><published>2008-01-31T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:53:39.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undestructable- Gogol Bordello</title><content type='html'>Life is boring. I want to do something, besides being sick and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rugby rules. America likes violence....WHY IS RUGBY NOT HUGE HERE. Last Saturday was probably the closest I will ever get to an actual legit celebrity. Russell Crow is about eleven different kinds of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts With One- Shiny Toy Guns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6400941503277288258?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6400941503277288258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6400941503277288258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/undestructable-gogol-bordello.html' title='Undestructable- Gogol Bordello'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5086566348623929411</id><published>2008-01-21T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:54:57.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Tangerine- The Hush Sound</title><content type='html'>Wow, Coachella is really not good this year. Not that it's really up to me to judge because I'm not going A) because it's in the desert in Califorinia B) I don't want to be around that many hipsters in the first place. HAHA M.I.A is (sort of, kinda) headlining day 2. She's such a joke, she was built on a good E.P. and a lot of hype, and everyone bought into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands I'd actually see if I got a free ticket (haha)&lt;br /&gt;Minus the Bear, Vampire Weekend, Deathcab, Uffie, Justice, Gogol Bordello, Chromeo, Black Kids, Manchester Orchestra, The Horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Black Kids is playing is about 300 million kinds of amazing, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage!- Chromeo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5086566348623929411?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5086566348623929411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5086566348623929411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/sweet-tangerine-hush-sound.html' title='Sweet Tangerine- The Hush Sound'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6102204020457054282</id><published>2008-01-20T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:43:36.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sarah</title><content type='html'>yepp -sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) journal lurker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6102204020457054282?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6102204020457054282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6102204020457054282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-sarah.html' title='i love sarah'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1782804855915847387</id><published>2008-01-17T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:08:00.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paperback- Envy on the Coast</title><content type='html'>What the FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who exactly do you think you are? No one special, to be, well, QUITE honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEAR HEAR! THE NUMERO UNO REASON TO STOP TALKING TO YOUR BEST FRIENDS IS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE SHIT. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sure I can be plenty obnoxious and unmanageable at times. BUT YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF IT. Let me bow down to you, ya hipster bitch. (P.S. No one likes your superawesomebetterthanme friends, not even their "own" kind.) You were my BEST FRIEND. WHY couldn't you talk to me about it? I could of handled it, unlike YOU obviously. Because you SUCK DICK at confronting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs WILL kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Cigarettes WILL kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking WILL (eventuallymaybe) kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Dressing straight outta the thrift, and the overpriced shops in 5 points, will probably get you jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stop staring at me in class. I know you regret it. GOOD, you should. I know you're ignoring me, I've known since October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to stir shit when Calli is finally happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Walk- Envy on the Coast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1782804855915847387?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1782804855915847387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1782804855915847387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/paperback-envy-on-coast.html' title='Paperback- Envy on the Coast'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7421924990636013500</id><published>2008-01-14T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:26:38.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every Time I Die- A Gentleman's Sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am quite obsessed with astrology. The things that are common of Sagittarius' is almost always 100% true for me. Horoscopes are hardly reliable for me, but my overall characteristics are pretty spot on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Likes&lt;/span&gt;: adventure, honesty, freedom, intellectual compatibility, taking risks, flirting, socializing, feeling trusted, an active partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dislikes&lt;/span&gt;: routine, being doubted, having to explain themselves, control, being forced to make promises, apathy/laziness, conformity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Compatible Signs&lt;/span&gt;: Aries, Sagittarius, Leo. I think i'm going to marry an Aries, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Associations&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Flower: Carnation, Red Rose&lt;br /&gt;Color: Rich Purple&lt;br /&gt;Country: Mediterranean Climates-  Spain, Portugal, Italy, Australia, California, South Africa. This is true....except I hate the sun lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK THE FUCK OFF. IF I LIKE YOU I WILL LET YOU KNOW JUST ET OUT OF MY FACE AND STOP SAYING REALLY FUCKING CHEESY LAME THINGS. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From First To Last- The Crows Are Coming For Us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7421924990636013500?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7421924990636013500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7421924990636013500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-time-i-die-gentlemans-sport-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7141006444433821344</id><published>2008-01-11T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:21:28.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake</title><content type='html'>now listening- Hadouken!- That Boy That Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life and it is ending one minute at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I needed to quote Fight Club. Last night when I went to see Gallows the crowd was pretty small, as I expected. In the crowd were two girls who, quite obviously, thought their shit did not stink. Part of that was probably because they thought they were SO VERY original, no. \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing 1- your shirt is from Delia's&lt;br /&gt;Thing 2- your shirt is from Urban Outfitters, and your ass does not look good enough to be falling out the back of your shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I guess it's cool you know every guy in the place, because you probably already know their dicks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Smoke a Cigarette 101! LIGHT. PLACE TO MOUTH. INHALE. SUCK THAT SHIT INTO YOUR LUNGS. EXHALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How not to Smoke a Cigarette 101! LIGHT. PLACE TO MOUTH. BREATHE IN. BREATHE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up, If you're going to smoke, go you! Having said that, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOOK "COOL" AND NOT RUN THE RISK OF DYING. You're not fooling anyone I bet your mouth tastes like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you both get gonorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, the bands were GREAT, the crowd, not so much. Gallows is spec-freakin-taculer. I mean, just awesome. This is Hell was intennnnse, and it was cool to see a few bros get stoked for them. Cancer Bats are loud and Canadian. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- T.I.- Stand Up Guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7141006444433821344?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7141006444433821344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7141006444433821344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-not-beautiful-and-unique.html' title='You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-763128720743752932</id><published>2008-01-03T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:54:26.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I like to be gone most of the time...</title><content type='html'>Currently Listening- Tire Swing- Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few resolutions for the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to more music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better person, yeah, me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Saw Juno with Kristin, and I have to say it is probably my favorite movie of 2007, and of all time. It was just so interesting, and cute, and weird, QUIRKY, perfect, made of amazing. I will worship Diablo Cody. The soundtrack is the best thing I've ever heard. It's built out of silly, stupid, cute love songs played by bands that make the songs as awkward as they need too. It's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESPONSE TO SARAH'S 2007 BLOG HAHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Taking Back Sunday, Saosin, The Bled @ Plush - 9/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My Chemical Romance, Muse @ BankAtlantic Center - 4/22&lt;br /&gt;3. Butch Walker, Rockett @ Revolution - 4/23&lt;br /&gt;4. The Used, Army of Me, Josephine Collective @ House of Blues - 9/5&lt;br /&gt;4. Fall Out Boy, New Found Glory, The Early November, Permanent Me @ Hard Rock  - 1/20&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Circa Survive, Hours, Fear Before the March of Flames, Deer &amp;amp; the Headlights @ Fuel - 10/23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;YEAH YEAH. MINE TOO HAHAHA. Somewhere in my own top ten I'd add Projekt Revolution, just because my chem did awesome at the show. I'll pretend all the shit that happened before didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Meeting Bert McCracken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Getting in line at 3am for My Chem, and still not being first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well I was first on the barricade anyways, so whatever hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Bobrah/Gerber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; KJADNLGVMADLKVMLAKDMBGLMSD LOLSARAHILOVEYOUFORPUTTINGTHATONTHEREAKJVKAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lol that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- The Moldy Peaches- Anyone Else But You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-763128720743752932?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/763128720743752932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/763128720743752932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2008/01/cause-i-like-to-be-gone-most-of-time.html' title='Cause I like to be gone most of the time...'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6863464164882331631</id><published>2007-12-19T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:41:33.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FACTS!</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING OUT OF TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH AND VIK'S NEW HAIR IS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WP IS GOING TO TAKE OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IS S//C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY LIKE DAVID COSTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening- Secret- The Pierces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6863464164882331631?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6863464164882331631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6863464164882331631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/facts.html' title='FACTS!'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7465261991902559031</id><published>2007-12-15T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:19:13.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am miserable, and sick, and I went to the mall today, miserable and sick. Alvin and the Chipmunks, was cute. I saw the cute boy in the bookstore and tried not to look too miserable and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is out buying me soup, crackers, and sprite. BECAUSE SHE DRAGGED ME TO THE MALL WHEN I AM MISERABLE AND SICK. Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2RgZW5QUPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XauTB-VyqRw/s1600-h/47533E26000DD1C300001FD922135396539D0A0D030E0A04040A9F9F0E030A06-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2RgZW5QUPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XauTB-VyqRw/s400/47533E26000DD1C300001FD922135396539D0A0D030E0A04040A9F9F0E030A06-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144342663122669810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's from like, 2 weeks ago, whatever. I'm badass. Ask Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- The One Armed Boxer Vs. The Flying Guillotine- From First To Last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7465261991902559031?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7465261991902559031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7465261991902559031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2RgZW5QUPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XauTB-VyqRw/s72-c/47533E26000DD1C300001FD922135396539D0A0D030E0A04040A9F9F0E030A06-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6970247647448789941</id><published>2007-12-15T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:53:38.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two posts in a day</title><content type='html'>I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stuffed up, and achey, and there is this awful pressure behind my eyes. AND I WANT SOMEONE TO GIVE ME A MASSAGE ALL OVER THE PLACE UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sad for no freaking reason, and I just want to go curl up with my lights off, and listen to sad music until I can finally fall asleep, but then my mom will look at me like I'm stupid, or like I'm going to kill myself. No Mom, just unexplainably sad, so let me mope please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- The Trapeze Swinger- Iron and Wine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6970247647448789941?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6970247647448789941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6970247647448789941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-posts-in-day.html' title='two posts in a day'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7203845909617841764</id><published>2007-12-14T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:17:18.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2Lav8XbE9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bf6ZHShe-ww/s1600-h/shoes%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2Lav8XbE9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bf6ZHShe-ww/s400/shoes%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143914241603605458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skeletoncrewonline.com/"&gt;S//C !!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance and I? We sorta rule. I had to borrow his shoes for chemistry, or I would of FAILED the lab. D: I should wear a six in mens his, or Nathan's...whatever, they were a TWELVE. I looked ridiculous. But I don't know who looked worse, me, or him in my size eight flip flops WITH SOCKS. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is awesome sometimes because we can wear shorts and flip flops in the middle of December. But sometimes you just want it to be COLD, so it feels like Christmas. Warm weather is delicious though, and it's a little bit fun to tell people up north it's 80 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last.fm is pretty funny:&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance- &lt;span&gt;2,038 (I only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; love my chem, kind of)&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;783 (let's talk about the huge difference between my number 1 and number 2 artists)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Used-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;716 (whatever, the used are amazing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Placebo- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;597 (8D they're like, yeah, best.band.ever. projekt rev [once the bands started] was the best day of my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taking Back Sunday- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;475 (8/9/2007!!!! ONE OF THE BEST SHOWS EVER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Muse- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;459 (thank you my chemical romance for bringing them to florida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every Time I Die- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;306 (JKNVGKDSAJNVLKANDMBDNBWERUIGNVKW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tilly and the Wall- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;298 (I don't know how to explain this, I went through a faze and I was obsessed with them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bright Eyes- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;245 (conor is my hero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pixies- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;237 (i got all of their albums, AND COULD NOT STOP LISTENING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAMBOOZLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;, AIDEN, A DAY TO REMEMBER, A ROCKET TO THE MOON, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTI-FLAG&lt;/span&gt;, AS TALL AS LIONS, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIFFY CLYRO&lt;/span&gt;, CHARLOTTE SOMETIMES, CHIODOS, CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANGER RADIO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINCH&lt;/span&gt;, FOREVER THE SICKEST KIDS, HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM THE AVALANCHE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACKS MANNEQUIN&lt;/span&gt;, LESS THAN JAKE, LYDIA, MARIE DIGBY, METRO STATION, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE&lt;/span&gt;, PAPER RIVAL, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARAMORE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVES THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCARY KIDS SCARING KIDS&lt;/span&gt;, SECONDHAND SERENADE, SENSES FAIL, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SET YOUR GOALS&lt;/span&gt;, STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ACADEMY IS...&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AUDITION&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CAB&lt;/span&gt;, THE MAINE, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS&lt;/span&gt;, THE STARTING LINE&lt;br /&gt;(bold = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELL YES&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fully fully stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening - Holler till you Pass Out- &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=5178321&amp;amp;MyToken=0911176f-627f-4337-9b0d-e87967c7d00d"&gt;3OH!3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7203845909617841764?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7203845909617841764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7203845909617841764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7203845909617841764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7203845909617841764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/sc-chance-and-i-we-sorta-rule.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/R2Lav8XbE9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/bf6ZHShe-ww/s72-c/shoes%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6421627059919804382</id><published>2007-12-12T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T11:54:54.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, we were made for each other!</title><content type='html'>You just don't know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening- I Had the Money Shot, And She Went Broke- Harloe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6421627059919804382?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/6421627059919804382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=6421627059919804382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6421627059919804382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6421627059919804382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-we-were-made-for-each-other.html' title='baby, we were made for each other!'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-8872602137311669804</id><published>2007-12-11T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:08:32.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soulmates never die</title><content type='html'>On my left hand I let my nails grow. An hour ago I chewed them all off. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed and obsession with Tokio Hotel. This is not a bad thing. I seriously seriously seriously seriously like them a lot. Listening to their songs sorta kinda helps me learn German. Sweet. I'm sure all this has to do with my obsession will all things European.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my mom likes the fact I seem to be attracted to rather, how do I say this, androgynous boys. More or less boys who are way way way mega &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;. I can't be a lesbian though. My own vagina pisses me off enough, why would I want to deal with another crazy-once-a-month female? No thanks. I'll just stick to really pretty boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH GOT ME THE BEST B-DAY GIFT EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. &lt;a href="http://www.merchdirect.net/Glassjaw/Sale_Items/Kill_Em_All_TShirt?productid=956"&gt;THIS BELONGS TO ME&lt;/a&gt;. YEAH BEST FRIEND EVER I KNOW RIGHT. AND YEAH IDC THAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO SAY GOD I'LL GET THAT SHIRT LATER. FOR NOW OMGOMGOMGOGOMGOMGOGMILOVEGLASSJAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboozle- I am going, well, I'm 96% sure at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLLLLLIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8872602137311669804?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8872602137311669804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8872602137311669804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/soulmates-never-die.html' title='soulmates never die'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-162954856638650953</id><published>2007-12-09T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T02:28:03.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a day just like any other</title><content type='html'>nothing special or exciting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;a href="http://skeletoncrewonline.com/"&gt;s//c&lt;/a&gt; shirt, and I never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever want to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be out of school, and I'm tempted to not go to school at all next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like someone who I've known since I was twelve. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music, I need to stop going to shows, but good shows need to stop happening first. Since when do bands like Jacksonville anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit the Island of Misfit Toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit a lot of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live in those places as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house smells like Christmas. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's 18th is 16 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q is still my favorite letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple and Red are still my favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance is still my favorite band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty much the same person I've been since they set me straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- Headfirst for Halos- My Chemical Romance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-162954856638650953?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/162954856638650953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/162954856638650953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-day-just-like-any-other.html' title='today was a day just like any other'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6597289611709032195</id><published>2007-12-08T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:03:46.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how long has it been?</title><content type='html'>TOO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really not friends anymore, and to be honest I'm happy, I feel like a much better person without you. People who I seriously despised with everything in me last year are now some people that I really trust and love to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn asked me out. Shawn is weird, I'm sorry, he just is, and there is no way him and I could ever work together. Tell me one thing we have in common....I rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, Vik, Danica, Kristin, Carla, Jason, Sabiana, Chance, and Nathan, and some other people I can't think of right now. I love all of you to pieces. You keep me sane, and never stop talking to me for bullshit reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned sixteen yesterday, woah. I had a surprise party thing at my favorite sushi place. It was awesome, and I love my parents and my second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*promises to update more consistently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- Maylene and the Sons of Disaster- Hell On the Rise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6597289611709032195?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6597289611709032195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6597289611709032195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='how long has it been?'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2900122760549901924</id><published>2007-11-09T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T23:47:27.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/93/82/51/938251_563430ca735374gtqf4l87.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2900122760549901924?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/2900122760549901924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=2900122760549901924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2900122760549901924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2900122760549901924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-7558054077924851068</id><published>2007-10-27T03:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:34:17.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i can do whatever i want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mcr_fridayfive/"&gt;mcr_fridayfive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm going to give you a song, I want you to tell me your favourite line (or verse) from the song and if that means anything to you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for the Venom - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  Give me a reason to believe. &lt;/span&gt;The same lyric is used in one of my favorite Bouncing Souls songs 'Sing Along Forever', and I just feel a swelling my chest every time I hear it. Ha.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep - The Black Parade&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-unapologetic apathy- &lt;/span&gt;Because sometime I REALLY do not give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early Sunsets Over Monroeville - I brought you my bullets, You brought me your love&lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?&lt;/span&gt; It's really to personal to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Not Okay (I promise) - Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This WHOOLLLE damn song&lt;/span&gt;. This was the first song I EVER EVER EVER heard from them, and it was the video with a bunch of random clips strewn together. I fell in love, and went out that weekend to get the CD. Plus it's pretty much a teenage anthem, and really would become that for me about a year later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;House of Wolves - The Black Parade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-  Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell &lt;/span&gt;and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I been a bad motherfucker. &lt;/span&gt;Because I saw both of those things a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening- Centrefolds- Placebo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7558054077924851068?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7558054077924851068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7558054077924851068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-can-do-whatever-i-want.html' title='i can do whatever i want'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7389729622437757846</id><published>2007-10-25T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:50:59.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>I get my AP. Say Anything is on the cover (or max is anyways, whatever), Blanca's letter is in it, and so is JSS's article about pit bulls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with it comes the AP poll.  This months question: Should the drinking age be lowered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44% said yes and 56% said no. A lot of the the responses for 'yes they should lower it' are "A lot of other countries have a lower drinking age, and they're doing just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fair enough, but let me drive something trough your THICK skulls. AMERICAN KIDS ARE IDIOTS. Compared to 'other countries' we are really really immature and stupid. TO BE QUITE HONEST, I would be terrified of the dumbfucks at my school drinking and gallivanting around the city. I hear the idiots talking about 'how wasted, dude' they got this weekend. To bad you're all really bad liars and all of your idiot friends are too dumb to see through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 21 is a perfect age, and okay the other arguments are right, If you are allowed to fight in wars, why not drink a beer? I think that maybe the drafting age should be 21, and at 18 you should be allowed to enlist as you please. I also firmly believe that 21 should also be the age to buy cigarettes, because I mean, if you just want to kill yourself in more ways than one, lets make it legal at 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7389729622437757846?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7389729622437757846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7389729622437757846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3768397511601944192</id><published>2007-10-25T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:43:50.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN GIRL</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything here in like 10 years, jesus. So let's do a recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday October 18, 2007- Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Friday October 19, 2007- Really great. I saw the Hives and they for reals became my favorite band. I'm telling the honest to god truth they were fucking SPECtacularrrr. As I was leaving to get in the car, I find out our &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=185555981"&gt;street team&lt;/a&gt; got cut. The street team we made WITH NO HELP FROM ANYONE. It happened because some people really seem to hate us and want to get us into trouble. I was planning a full scale revolt until I spoke to Blanca she calmed me down like 400%, she's got to be the nicest person on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday October 20, 2007- Envy on the Coast. Wow I love them, they're a good band, you fail for not being in the crowd during their set. Hanging out isn't cool at shows. Busted the shit outta my head during Alexisonfire. I miss listening to them. Norma Jean are failures on the CD, but live wow holy shit they are beautiful and absolutely A+++ . Here is another reason Blanca is amazing, she saved our street team, see told you, she's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday October 21, 2007- I slpet, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Monday October 22, 2007- Went to school, and came home.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday October 23, 2007- Went to school, went to five points, slept in the car for like 15 minutes until Sarah called me. Went to eat sushi, walked back, talked to Anthony Green and Brendan Ekstrom. Waited, waited some more. Dear and the Headlights, awesome. FBTMOF, awesome. Ours, awesome. There was a bug on the stage and I was scared for his life their whole set. Circa Survive, lost my fucking mind. For real. I have a set list, a new CD, and t-shirt with a unicorn on it that is too big. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRCA IN ORLADO ON FRIDAY? WHO KNOWS?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3768397511601944192?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3768397511601944192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3768397511601944192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-girl.html' title='DAMN GIRL'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7938517011266874419</id><published>2007-10-17T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:29:07.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fuck people that say when someone hits you in the face just turn the other cheek, and Karma will get that person, but what if I am Karma? What if the buck stops with me? What if I’m supposed to put this person down? After all, I’m a fucking human being; I have hate, mistrust, and inadequacy. Sometimes you just want to take someone by the throat until their breath leaves their body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening- White People for Peace- Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7938517011266874419?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7938517011266874419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7938517011266874419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-hello.html' title='Yes, hello'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3983612770797327675</id><published>2007-10-16T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:35:02.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIES AND GENTELMEN</title><content type='html'>THE NEW THURSDAY SONG IS SPECTACULAR. This of course could only be because I love that band unconditionally. So they can come back to Jacksonville, preferably  now. This instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same butterfly is by my mailbox everyday. Yes, it is the SAME EXACT butterfly, I know it is. &gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B+ on my descriptive essay. BOOOOO. Of course I was sort of expecting it, I didn't do my best on the paper. :/ Paper due on Thursday: Cause/Effect essay. I got a D on my chemistry test DDDDD: but,NOW instead of having an almost F in the class I have an almost C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the ATU soundtrack, because as if the movie wasn't awesome, the music is, and as if The Beatles aren't amazing, the cats that are singing their shit now are just as much. 'Let It Be' is really sad, or at least it is in the movie. ;_; &lt;----for serious tears, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSATS TOMORRRRRROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening- Let it Be- Carol Woods &amp;amp; Timothy T. Mitchum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3983612770797327675?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3983612770797327675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3983612770797327675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/ladies-and-gentelmen.html' title='LADIES AND GENTELMEN'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2913162370214877112</id><published>2007-10-15T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:01:27.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i took my septum out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a) because they are turning into the new lip piercing. EVERYONE is getting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) i am so over it. time for something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isitchristmas.com/"&gt;IsItChristmas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool things I forgot I could do:&lt;br /&gt;Rub my nose&lt;br /&gt;Blow my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool things I can't do anymore:&lt;br /&gt;Move my ring around with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: LEAVE YOUR HOUSE AND GO SEE ACROSS THE UNIVERSE. IT'S SERIOUSLY THE MOST AWESOME SPECTACULAR MOVIE EVER TO BE MADE. THE BEATLES + REALLLLLLY PRETTY BOYS +EVEN RACHAEL WOOD (as long as you ignore the fact that she is screwing marilyn manson)+ REALLLLLLY AMAZING VOICES. Not to mention I am now totally head over heels in love with Joe Sturgess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, Sarah is seeing The Academy Is... tomorrow. Friday I am either going to The Hives, or going to see NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN 3D. That movie's been my fave since I was 3. WHAT. Saturday Envy on the Coast/Saosin (plus totally being jealous of Blanca being in NYC seeing [ACOUSTIC] Saves the Day, and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/leathermouthlives"&gt;LeatherMouth&lt;/a&gt;. TUESDAY CIRCA SURVIVE JESUS. HOPEFULLY MAYBE HOPEFULLY Silverstein on wednesday. Then the NEXT tuesday, seeing Fob+GCH+PWTs+CIWWAF, and doing a shi-truckload of promoting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening- Thrash Unreal- Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2913162370214877112?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2913162370214877112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2913162370214877112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-took-my-septum-out.html' title='i took my septum out'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6173740258424383601</id><published>2007-10-13T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:10:36.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>said that ETID had shallow lyrics. This equals fighting words. Like no joke seriously started fighting in the middle of the hallway. Flailing arms and all (at least on my part) i'm a passionate person. To bad I love talking to that kid to much to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother just came into the house with his friend, said friend was wearing an AFI shirt, like old school AFI shirt. Since this kid is 12 I don't think he's been listening to AFI since he was 7, therefore I will need to inquire about siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- is a REALLLLLLY good band. Their lyrics are just really fucking nice to listen to, and be like "oh my god." Cause I swear I have revelations every time I listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe school should start around 11, because that's about the time my body wakes me up EVERY morning, so I think that will be a good time to start school. So next year I am definitely going to try and pick classes around 10/11 in the AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dethklok is the best band ever. Better than any real band, better than stupid Gorillaz, cause yeah their shit was groundbreaking and they actually had/have sweet songs, but i'm so bored with them. I'm all for fictional deathmetal bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is really about nothing at all, just random thoughts I have each and everyday. I hope this doesn't get deleted by the internet police (whoever they may be, or whatever reason they may have for deleting my harmless blog. Unless everything I saw in here is a secret code for everything). I'd really love to look back on all these dumb entries and remember. Diaries are for suckers, I get hand cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 77 on my AMH exam, this makes me immeasurably happy. IMMEASURABLY. Next time I am so getting a B because I rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Hate. Messageboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are my Fall Out Boy tickets going to get here? I'd really appreciate having them. OKAY PLEASE TELL ME HOW FUCKING AWESOME THIS IS. I TYPE THE ABOVE STATEMENT AND THEN SAY TO MYSELF "HEY MAYBE ITS A GOOD IDEA TO CHECK THE MAIL." SO I DO AND GUESS WHAT'S THERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i22.tinypic.com/20pdcgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i22.tinypic.com/20pdcgy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHHAHH YAY. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening- Awaken- Dethklok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6173740258424383601?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/6173740258424383601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=6173740258424383601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6173740258424383601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6173740258424383601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i22.tinypic.com/20pdcgy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5645139555568443506</id><published>2007-10-12T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:41:35.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i bite my nails way to much.</title><content type='html'>It's a serious problem, they bleed a lot more often than I would like them to. And they look so gnarly, way to ugly and short to belong to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year I have discovered that some people suck less than I thought, and others suck way more that I thought. (OKAY HOLY FUCK THIS WHOLE TIME I WAS THINKING "I AM SO LISTENING TO THE POLYPHONIC SPREE WHEN THIS SONG IS OVER [STRAYLIGHT RUN] BECAUSE TPS WILL MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN MY WEEK HAS SUCKED. I JUST LOVE IT WHEN ITUNES READS MY MIND AND PLAYS TPS  WITHOUT ME TELLING IT TO.^_____________^) I get over things quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeatherMouth is playing in NJ and NYC later this month, it's times like these i'm glad I live in Florida, because I totally didn't want to see one of their first shows. (scarcasm....irony...whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to download the Radiohead album, no I'm not paying for it because I'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cats are still very gay, I'm thinking of marrying them because I think they'd like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring i'm going to Boston and NYC. AND HOPEFULLY GOING TO BAMBOOZLE. This summer going to Chi with Sarah 8D. Also this summer: doing SOMETHING with Adriana, we're going to try and follow a tour around the state (warped, any other, you catch my drift) and talk to people about important things that i'm not going to talk about here because people will steal our idea (cause they are sneaky bitches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STRAIGHTENED MY HAIR TODAY AND IT STAYED PERFECT THE WHOLE DAY BECAUSE IT WAS COLD (50 DEGREES. STFU TO KIDS IN FL ANYTHING BELOW 65 IS FREEZING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blanca called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; a sneaky chipmunk and I seriously laughed for like 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish this thing had a 'now listening' box, so I could put what I was listening to all the time. Oh well, I'll do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Listening- Section 27 (Mental Cabaret)- The Polyphonic Spree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5645139555568443506?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5645139555568443506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5645139555568443506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-bite-my-nails-way-to-much.html' title='i bite my nails way to much.'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-452958459672313671</id><published>2007-10-12T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:27:37.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*twitch*</title><content type='html'>MY JAW HURTS. I can feel where they stuck the stupid needles in my mouth, and they did a bad job with the fillings too. God I hate the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to see the Hives with Sarah, instead on BMTH, because the Hives&gt;ANYONE. Harloe and ATU sunday, yeah best. day. ever. Circa, sao, and fob before the end of the month. TSH, and hopefully Talleyrand in November.  BECAUSE THE POLYPHNIC SPREE AND AGAINST ME OH MY HOLY GOD. NBT. And then running away to Australia to see MCR and Circa for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Office is a wonderful ending to a not so shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.Don't.Care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-452958459672313671?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/452958459672313671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/452958459672313671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/twitch.html' title='*twitch*'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5820197401679534404</id><published>2007-10-09T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:25:58.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHAHHA</title><content type='html'>KARMA IS A BITCH. I cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom is going to give me her original Ray ban Wayfarers. TAKE THAT HATAS. REAL ONES MWHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked, I hate everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5820197401679534404?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5820197401679534404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5820197401679534404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/bahahha.html' title='BAHAHHA'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2963186695648489794</id><published>2007-10-08T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:42:25.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot of dramallama</title><content type='html'>that has nothing to do with real life. I don't like answering to people who are assholes and who are just going to go behind my back and be a total bitch. To top it all off you are a total and complete front. SHIT. I don't understand how people can't see you for who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hi, I've made a new friend. Her name is Blanca and it turns out we have a lot in common. Awesome I know. I need some new friends, maybe I just need to be nicer to people, or go to more out of town shows. I always make friends there. Ex) Arielle, LESLIE AND MARIA YEAH I LOVE THEM THEY'RE MY FAVORITE, all the orly girls from hgb and fob because they comforted me when I lost my cool, and the people I met at The Used who called the girls I hate out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to shows so often leads to hating people also. I hope those kids break their faces at the next show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite bands atm:&lt;br /&gt;CIRCA SURVIVE AJNKSBNANHBKLR&lt;br /&gt;TheAUDITION MOST UNDER RATED BAND EVER. THEY NEED TO GO OUT WITH A BAND THAT APPRECIATES THEM AND NOT OPEN UP FOR MEDIOCRE BANDS WHO THEY PWN BY LIKE 684654165 PERCENT.&lt;br /&gt;Envy on the Coast. This might just be because i'm in love with one of the members, or because the guitar player made fun of my friends and I, or because their EP AND CD are beautiful. Probably all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite bands always:&lt;br /&gt;MCR&lt;br /&gt;The Used&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm typical. Idc you can shove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the tA on repeat today, one song. Yeah, they're that awesome. MYSPACE.COM/THEAUDITION go get educated please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace.com/leathermouthlives&lt;br /&gt;I'm obligated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace.com/againstme&lt;br /&gt;because i feel bad for hating them all these years until i got sense knocked into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspace.com/polyphonicspree&lt;br /&gt;epic inside joke, but they still put you in a really happy mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2963186695648489794?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/2963186695648489794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=2963186695648489794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2963186695648489794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2963186695648489794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/lot-of-dramallama.html' title='A lot of dramallama'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-3101695185331026571</id><published>2007-10-06T04:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:20:29.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I WOKE UP AT 4am WHICH IS EARLIER THAN I WAKE UP FOR SCHOOL HOLY SHIT. And yeah it was raining (WOAH NO WAY!) like FOR REAL raining. We to get ice cream from blue bell, and then drove down to met park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm BACK and CLEAN and TIRED. Oh well I'll deal at least I got time to study chemistry and guess what....I actually comprehended most of it. Leaving soon for the beach where I will proceed in trying to obtain a ticket!  WISH ME LUCK YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be ashamed of this. I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3101695185331026571?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3101695185331026571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/3101695185331026571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-1152710431335352788</id><published>2007-10-05T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T15:39:54.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, so what I said about the rain stopping...</title><content type='html'>I lied. Because it started again, and should keep on through the weekend. -_- This is just WONDERFUL BECAUSE I TOTALLY WANT TO BE SITTING IN THE RAIN ON SATURDAY. Amber, meet pneumonia. Yeah I can spell pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got cookies, and then sold them. Because I am the only freak on the planet that doesn't like chocolate chip. I'm a sugar or white chocolate macadamia kinda girl. Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli made a blogspot, she said she wasn't famous enough, and I said "Yeah me either, but i don't give a fuck." http://dancingisthedevilsfootwork.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to be invisible. Now they feel invincible. This is the story of a champion. Rounders in the Mob and they pop the guns. Stand up! Stand up! Here he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHLIVES&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHSTREETTEAM MYSPACE.COM/LEATHERMOUTHSTREETTEAM.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we we're the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend should be okay. Waking up at like 4am saturday, going to hang out by the red tide infested beach, not coming home till sometime past one. Gotta love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn they don't make em' like this anymore. I ask, cause I'm not sure. Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness. Cause right now thou has forsaken us. You should be  honored by my lateness, that I would even show up to this fake shit. SO go ahead go nuts go ape shit. Especially in my pastel on my bape shit. Act like you can't tell who made this. New gospel, homey, take six, and take this, hatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-1152710431335352788?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/1152710431335352788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=1152710431335352788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1152710431335352788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/1152710431335352788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-so-what-i-said-about-rain-stopping.html' title='Yeah, so what I said about the rain stopping...'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-7104797010259953358</id><published>2007-10-03T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:12:25.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RAIN HAS STOPPED</title><content type='html'>PRAISE HAYSUS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along with the red tide at the beach, Jacksonville will probably be having a very big mosquito problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stagnant water + heat = MOSQUITOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in turn equals west nile virus.  which can also translate to  "Amber will not be going outside." Not like I do that much anyways,  I just really won't be doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calli had a really fucking shitty day because guess what, BOYS SUCK MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THE PLANET. Except for a few boys I know that wouldn't do anything shitty, or anything too shitty. SO, tomorrow after learning some extra math because I suck at it. Calli, Danica, and I will be going to eat sushi. Because SUSHI MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER, so does shrimp sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;storeboughtarmy.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7104797010259953358?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7104797010259953358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7104797010259953358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7104797010259953358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7104797010259953358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain-has-stopped.html' title='THE RAIN HAS STOPPED'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-9122154236823842205</id><published>2007-10-02T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:49:14.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah that paper</title><content type='html'>about Circa Survive. I totally got an A on it. My professor apparently likes the idea of HaysusAnthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT NEVER STOPS RAINING THIS SHIT IS BANANAS.  WE DO LIVE IN THE NORTHWEST (thank god). If I hear one more person say "LOL I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE SUNSHINE STATE." they are getting drowned in the nearest puddle. It might be the sunshine state, but this is also a tropical climate...or temprate....I hated earth space science, AND GUESS WHAT IT RAINS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Freezepop album is called Future Future Future Perfect. That is like a thousand times more awesome then Viva La Cobra. God I hate that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY NINE MORE DAYS UNTIL ALL HALLOWS EVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-9122154236823842205?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/9122154236823842205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/9122154236823842205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-yeah-that-paper.html' title='So yeah that paper'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-8107563386261579987</id><published>2007-09-29T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:17:16.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>What I want to happen:&lt;br /&gt;October 17th- Set Your Goals&lt;br /&gt;October 19th- Bring Me the Horizon or The Hives&lt;br /&gt;October 20th- Envy on the Coast&lt;br /&gt;October 23rd- Circa Survive&lt;br /&gt;October 24th- Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;October 30th- Fall Out Boy/Gym Class heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will probably happen:&lt;br /&gt;October 19th- Bring Me the Horizon&lt;br /&gt;October 20th- Envy on the Coast&lt;br /&gt;October 23rd- Circa Survive&lt;br /&gt;October 30th- Fall Out Boy/Gym Class Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I wrote this paper about Circa Survive and I kinda accidentally made them sound like Jesus Christ and his Disciples. OOOOOOOOPS. I sent it to Sarah because she said she wanted to read it, and she said she loved my vocabulary. This makes me happy because I am slightly insecure about my writing. She also found a couple typos that Microsoft Word missed because it SUCKS, too bad I had already printed it and turned it into my professor. So from now on I am sending my papers to Sarah, so she can read them and make sure I didn't fuck up too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it is really windy, and I have nothing better to do than sit here and type about it. I really want sushi (YEAH IDGAF THAT I JUST HAD IT LAST FRIDAY.), so I am contemplating begging my Mother to go with me and stuff our faces with raw fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also my Grandma's birthday and her anniversary. I'm calling her soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-8107563386261579987?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8107563386261579987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/8107563386261579987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5471936638820154694</id><published>2007-09-19T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:09:09.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just around the river bend</title><content type='html'>this has 0 to do with a river bend, but it does have to do with a corner, and that's almost the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL. AUTUMN. WHAT HAVE YOU. It's almost upon us, i am beside myself with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving somewhere it looks like this at least 98% of the time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/RvCEjT0l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/96TGfChO_Cs/s1600-h/IMG00822-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/RvCEjT0l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/96TGfChO_Cs/s320/IMG00822-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111731319216664978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me out tonight because i want to see people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5471936638820154694?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5471936638820154694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5471936638820154694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-around-river-bend.html' title='just around the river bend'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4eR455-FeUw/RvCEjT0l8ZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/96TGfChO_Cs/s72-c/IMG00822-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-6851704708057709179</id><published>2007-08-05T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:56:30.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to start a wizard rock band with someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6851704708057709179?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6851704708057709179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6851704708057709179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-start-wizard-rock-band-with.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-3688525564369897540</id><published>2007-08-02T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:19:47.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd much prefer to live life in my robe, or in a tank top and panties. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am much to comfortable to bother putting pants on and all that nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-3688525564369897540?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7291260933868830104</id><published>2007-07-22T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T02:15:35.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate people who lie to seem cooler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7291260933868830104?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/7291260933868830104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=7291260933868830104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7291260933868830104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/7291260933868830104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-people-who-lie-to-seem-cooler.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-8414405781336111263</id><published>2007-07-08T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:58:16.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hell yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2541090514283080764</id><published>2007-07-04T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:43:35.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 2 3 4 FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH CAPS LOCK. MANY MANY DAYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2541090514283080764?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2541090514283080764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2541090514283080764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-2-3-4-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-2286288213100107971</id><published>2007-06-21T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:11:46.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's times like these i love myspace</title><content type='html'>TI live performance in chiiiii town. gahhhh, so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-2286288213100107971?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2286288213100107971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/2286288213100107971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-times-like-these-i-love-myspace.html' title='it&apos;s times like these i love myspace'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-7434068460047859017</id><published>2007-06-13T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T02:19:05.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what i waste time doing</title><content type='html'>myspace.com/leathermouthstreetteam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fun. do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-7434068460047859017?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-5603714778995602245</id><published>2007-06-12T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:17:03.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings wrong</title><content type='html'>yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a headache for three days now. my mom says its from not eating right, and not sleeping. whatever, i like my life. other than the fact that my best friend in the entire fucking world has kind of gone missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i know shes at home. i think shes at home. she just hasn't talked to anyone, except for this morning i talked to her, and she was acting VERY strange. i'm a lot worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- life is seeming pretty -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-5603714778995602245?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5603714778995602245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/5603714778995602245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/06/somethings-wrong.html' title='somethings wrong'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7477146358483792963.post-9159520195126386629</id><published>2007-06-09T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:42:07.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i like my life</title><content type='html'>i like to watch movies where i'm thinking "WHAT THE FUCK?!" throughout the whole thing, and then suddenly understand everything in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to sleep during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like dots candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to get so excited when talking to my friends that we can't type intelligently anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to eat the reds last, except for starburst, where i eat the pinks last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my friends, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like music, a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to listen to brown kids run their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday needs to go the way i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-9159520195126386629?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/feeds/9159520195126386629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7477146358483792963&amp;postID=9159520195126386629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/9159520195126386629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/9159520195126386629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopetodieatall.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-to-watch-movies-where-im.html' title='i like my life'/><author><name>-amber</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14172471889999419552</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-7477146358483792963.post-6103268156393170444</id><published>2007-06-07T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T00:54:34.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm totally important enough to have one of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7477146358483792963-6103268156393170444?l=hopetodieatall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7477146358483792963/posts/default/6103268156393170444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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