<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:51:21.941+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sainted"</title><subtitle type='html'>I Rant, You Read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-115166775464962324</id><published>2006-06-30T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:42:34.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/petahwentz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/petahwentz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday I wrote a song about Mr Pearce, it's a really big "fuck you" to him, coz he ruined a LOT for me, seriously, ask anyone, they know. I refused to go see the counselor becauuse I'm not a lost cause, if I'm unhappy I don't need some motherfucking counselor to tell me what's wrong with me. One of the reason I didn't go was because Mr Pearce told me a few people from my grade were gonna see her about how we felt about going into year 8, I asked around, NOT ONE OTHER PERSON HAD TO SEE HER, I didn't even get asked about yr 8. My uncle who used to teach at my school said that Mr Pearcew is so fucking black and white he'd never understand me, and he said that the counselor is fucking insane. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my song about Mr Pearce, I'ma post it once I make the lyrics more better, I can't write music so it's barelt even a song, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay It's Pete Wentz =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-115166775464962324?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/115166775464962324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=115166775464962324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/115166775464962324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/115166775464962324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-i-wrote-song-about-mr-pearce.html' title=''/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114993782273098479</id><published>2006-06-10T21:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:12:01.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alone In The Universe</title><content type='html'>I wrote a poem, it's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"MakeAWishUponA[cloud]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WatchThe[rain]FallFromThe.S.T.A.R.S,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TakeA[R.O.C.K.E.T]ToHawii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[fly]APlaneToM.A.R.S."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just means, do things differently, being backwards isn't a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114993782273098479?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114993782273098479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114993782273098479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114993782273098479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114993782273098479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-alone-in-universe.html' title='I&apos;m Alone In The Universe'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114819634130084050</id><published>2006-05-21T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:43:11.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/turner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/turner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music:&lt;/b&gt; Taste Of Ink - The Used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so insprired by The Used, seriously, I wasn't even really depressed or pissed off, but this picture came out. How insane? Their music affects me, maybe in a bad way, but stfu, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told people who I like, well, more like Elissa did,  but whatever. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114819634130084050?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114819634130084050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114819634130084050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114819634130084050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114819634130084050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored To Death'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114673523844580602</id><published>2006-05-04T19:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:33:58.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Rocker Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/rocker-girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you don't have musical talent, you've got a talent for picking out great CD's.&lt;br /&gt;Music rules your life - and you've got the best MP3 collection of anyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;Many guys find you intimidating, but a select few think you're the catch of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Start hanging out in more used record stores, and you'll find love with a fellow rocker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114673523844580602?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114673523844580602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114673523844580602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114673523844580602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114673523844580602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg.html' title='OMG.'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114560610847939293</id><published>2006-04-21T17:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:53:34.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking On Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/734.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mood: &lt;/b&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening To: &lt;/strong&gt;On My Own - The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes Quite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was home sick all day today. Apparently, Medieval Day was boring, so rock on me for getting sick yesterday, so I could stay home today and miss it. But it sucks being sick, and in pain, and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Just Keeps On Sucking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday when I was actually at school, Mr Dean, our "mentor" person thing. If you can really call him a person. He gave 3 people detention for like laughing and being HAPPY, way to go Mr. Dean. *rolls eyes* Seriously, not cool. Then later, during Chinese, he stole my best picture ever, it was of MCR. I loved it, I begged him for it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Dean, Please don't take that picture. I'm dead serious, I'll cry if you take it, I love that picture seriously."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I said that, ask anyone. So now on Monday I hafta get it back from Mr. Pearce, who says it's no big deal, but seriously? Everythings a big deal wuth Mr Pearce. And that's not the only reason I'm depressed, everythings just fucked up right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture is of Fall Out Boy, I drew it over 3 days ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114560610847939293?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114560610847939293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114560610847939293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114560610847939293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114560610847939293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/choking-on-nothing.html' title='Choking On Nothing'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114508138368104258</id><published>2006-04-15T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:54:29.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Pop My Pills From A Pez Dispenser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; OMG. &lt;b&gt;Listening To:&lt;/b&gt; Nickelback - Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ORANGE! It's a fruit AND a color! What's the deal?!" - Patrick Stump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Bored again, I just watched A Patrick + Pete interview - so fucking funny, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.falloutboyrock.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;http://www.falloutboyrock.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; go there and find it somehow. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HERE WE GO. ALL SPICE AND NO MEAT." - Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture is from the thing where Green Day got honored. I love this pic, MCR are all sitting down, it's like a fucking school picture where GD are the teachers and MCR are the mislead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114508138368104258?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114508138368104258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114508138368104258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114508138368104258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114508138368104258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-gonna-pop-my-pills-from-pez.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Pop My Pills From A Pez Dispenser.'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114500119748369293</id><published>2006-04-14T17:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:54:50.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Wait It Out For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/578.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mood:&lt;/b&gt; Happy-ish. &lt;b&gt;Listening To:&lt;/b&gt; Armour For Sleep - Remember To Feel Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I don't feel bad anymore - I'm okay, I know I'm okay, sometimes I doubt myself coz it seemed like anyone who cared was gonna leave as soon as they could. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOL BANDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Armour for sleep are the newest band to hit my favourite music list (lol, people at school have seen how long it is.) The song Remember To Feel Real is so awesome, good message, good music = ♥ And also Brand New are on the list too, they rock harder than me at a disco XD Nah, they can't possibly rock harder than that. =P I'm joking ny the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELMO TO THE EXTREMO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lol, I got an e-mail from some retard at school that I don't know, and it read "Emo to the extremo." Then Elly sent one to the whole of Yr 8 (our year) that said "Elmo to the extremo." So now, when ever Elly chats to me on MSN (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:amy_scho_rox@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;amy_scho_rox@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; only add me after commenting on here, I don't want a bunch of retards to add me for no reason.) she calls me Elmo. xD So haha. I'm not emo, I'm &lt;em&gt;elmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG EASTER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So it's gonna be Easter in like 3 days. Which is cool coz we get 5 days off school, but it sucks coz Term 1 ended yesterday, and Term 2 starts after Easter - so we get no holidays =( But I guess, we did get two weeks (lol two weeks is the name of a song I wrote the other day.) for the commomwealth games, so =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114500119748369293?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114500119748369293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114500119748369293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114500119748369293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114500119748369293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/id-wait-it-out-for-you.html' title='I&apos;d Wait It Out For You.'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114455646157475061</id><published>2006-04-09T14:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:57:11.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/1128543514_rhavingfun.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="268" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/1128543514_rhavingfun.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wouldn't wanna wait like a year to watch the 2005 VMA's red carpet. Would I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I taped the red carpet last year - and I still haven't watched it! I know that (my lovers XD) Fall Out Boy play a song =O And that Green Day, The Killers AND MCR were there - I watched the awards. I'm so lame. So now I have to go and watch the red carpet (which apparently wasn't red O_O) thing so that I can tape over the goddamn thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel alot better than I did yesterday ♥ So I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OMG. It's MCR in the car. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114455646157475061?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114455646157475061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114455646157475061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114455646157475061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114455646157475061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-god.html' title='Oh God.'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114448109261403288</id><published>2006-04-08T17:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:55:59.783+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im so sick and tired of feeling like I have all the friends in the world, and when I feel like everythings okay, it all comes crashing down, &lt;strong&gt;I'm emotionally unstable&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't do the depression thing for attention, I don't even do it on purpose, it's coz my heart is heavy and I can't hold it up anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been this way for as long as I can remember. In Prep, my two best friend ever, Ivy and Rav, we did everything all the time (Rav was a guy so he sometimes hung out with the guys.) But we were close, then at the end of the school year, they'd both moved schools, and my Yr 6 buddy had left me aswell, lucky for me in Grade 1 I had an awesome teacher, and Georgia and Jess. Jess and me lived on the same street, in the middle of Grade 1, she'd left and gone out of the state. Georgia was the only person I hung out with for the rest of grade 1. By grade 2, I made new friends, and my lifelong friend (who is a guy), Dermie, was in the same class as me. Things were getting okay again. Josh was also a friend I had - we hung out a lot, and Alysha. I felt so awesome that year. Untill Josh was in hospital, Alysha moved and Georgia started to play with other people. My only friend was Emily, who Dermie hated which fucked things up in Grade 3 - I don't wanna even talk about Grade 3. At the end of Grade 4, Dermie hated me, Em was my only friend again and Georgia had left the school, along with most of my other friends. At the start of Grade 5 - Dermie was in a class with none of his friends, not me not anyone, and a girl was making his life a living nightmare, he moved Grade into my grade, I was happy, I hung out with Dermie, Em was a loner, but the teachers loved to talk to her. Dermie left the school. I haven't seen him since, that's the most heartbreaking thing ever. (especially since we had a massive crush on each other, I know coz I asked him.) Year 6 was probably the best year - Yingle and Sars were my friends, Em hated them, so she went and hung out with Viv and Bec. Yingle and Sars are still my friends, and I love them, you guys are awesome. But then, I broke up with Jason (my boyfriend of a month, I kept him totally secret from everyone at school ^_-&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; and I had to leave the school and go to highschool, I went to a school that no one else I knew was going to - I was truly alone. I befriended Tess, we hung out fr the first few weeks of school, untill her friend came back from her holiday - then I was alone. But I was soon friends with Tess' friend and Lauren, :auren didn't have a whole load of friends, but she was cool. I suffered a lot of depression last year in Year 7, with the teachers not undertsnading me, being alone a lot, just stuff like that, normal stuff, but my emotions are unstable, so it went further than it should've. This year, I still feel alone, like no body really likes me and they just let me hang around coz they feel sorry for me, I know I'm not perfect and my hairs boofy, and I'm a little tiny bit overweight, I know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm Alone. I always have been, everyone who I think I'm gonna be friends with forever, either leaves the school or hates me. I'm alone in the universe and &lt;strong&gt;Misery Loves Me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sorry for a long annoying rant - I just need to let out my fears and emotions sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114448109261403288?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114448109261403288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114448109261403288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114448109261403288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114448109261403288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/misery-loves-me.html' title='Misery Loves Me'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25639747.post-114446648814236419</id><published>2006-04-08T14:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:56:25.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Created.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/1600/329.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4141/2648/320/329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey guys! I'm Azzie - The 13 yr old punk rocker without a life to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this is whrre I rant, I speak total crap, and where I make 100 typos per second =) Thank god this has spell check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The image on this post is my most recent oekaki (online drawing) - expect them regularly, as I'm a drawing freak, it's the only thing I enjoy =) Besides blasting Green Day or Fall Out Boy super loud - it's not lous enough until the neighbours try to turn theirs up louder, so what if it's bad for my hearing. I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So anyway - the pic to the left - it's of two of my made up characters Leyonika and Disco - they're sisters, they're also posing as poser wannabee-punk pop band The Veronicas (one of my guilty pleasures. XD) They're an okay band, some songs are way too pop for me, but some are pretty okay, y'know, I still hate the fact I love them =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Hvaing a blog sucks hey? I mean, you have to update it all the time and stuff, but guess what, I like it, Blogger's like a really awesome site ♥ Makes it easy to update all the time. Y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25639747-114446648814236419?l=sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/feeds/114446648814236419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25639747&amp;postID=114446648814236419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114446648814236419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25639747/posts/default/114446648814236419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetlyxsainted.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-created.html' title='Blog Created.'/><author><name>Azzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11486258889909989396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/Az_Scho/07d5b97c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
