<?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-8881619378916425672</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:31.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-4408876605376197748</id><published>2008-06-05T15:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:49:57.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>So I just found out today 2 guys that I went to high school with died last night in a motorcycle crash. They weren't wearing helments and were speeding, they missed a turn in the road and hit a curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad because this is just another death that has happened of people that I went to high school with in the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show you that you never know when the last time you will see someone is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-4408876605376197748?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/4408876605376197748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=4408876605376197748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/4408876605376197748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/4408876605376197748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/06/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-682542590568058001</id><published>2008-05-24T00:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:31:40.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gah I swear my managers at my job are really just f'n stupid. Why in the world would you put someone that comes in at 6:00 on a party that doesn't come in until 7:30?! Most likely knowing that is all I am going to have for the entire night. Well guess what they don't give two shits or care cause they sure screwed me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a Friday night and I ended up walking out of there making only $33. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33 MOTHER FREAKING DOLLARS ON A FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When everyone else in the resturant tonight more than likely made plenty of more money than me and the person that was on the party with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The major thing that pisses me off the most about all of this is that from the time I got there at 6 till 7:30 when the party got there I helped everyone else out while they were busy. Like running food or cleaning up in the kitchen. I pretty much felt like a food runner tonight than a f'n server. And did management even give two shits...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Honestly it really doesn't motivate me to even want to go back to that place tomorrow and work. I really do hate the management staff that we have there now because they never really seem to care who they're screwing over. Especially me seeing as I've been at that place for almost 7 years....7 years don't mean shit to them I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What pisses me off too is how the other servers there really don't care that I was helping them or running food for them or anything. It's like I just got shit on the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;Eric didn't care that was in bad mood either. That's one more thing that just really pissed me off the most. He doesn't even care that I left tonight without saying goodbye or that I was in a bad mood. Doesn't care to ask what's wrong or try to comfort me...nooooooooooooooooo. I mean why would he?! Pft he might love and care about me but he has a pretty damn funny way of showing it and it really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now tomorrow I promised his mom I'd be at his niece's birthday party so I've got to eventually make sure he's still going. Well I'm getting up semi-early(well early for me on a Saturday at least) to go get her a present, then I'll try to call him and make sure he's going so I can go pick him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gahhhh it's times like these that I really wish I could have a f'n drink. Or hell even a guy that's stable and is there for me to vent to about all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;What's sad is on my drive home I had my David Cook burned CD on full blast and that didn't help me really smile. Well ok it did a little but not much, that just shows how much I'm pissed off and in a bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-682542590568058001?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/682542590568058001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=682542590568058001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/682542590568058001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/682542590568058001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/05/gah-i-swear-my-managers-at-my-job-are.html' title='I hate my job!'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-8633444422779104822</id><published>2008-03-12T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:14:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off I have to say I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; that on OTH last night that they played my all time favorite Gavin DeGraw song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She Holds The Key".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's apparently going to be on his new album coming out in May so that makes me even more happy. When Rachel and I saw him live in Austin back in June of '05 I almost started crying when he sang it just cause we were so close and he's just so damn sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second thing I have to say lately I've actually been feeling really good with Eric. Like I don't know I just have these stronger feelings recently in the past few weeks. I guess just not spend every single day with him like I was doing just makes my heart want to be with him and I just have this happy feeling when I know I'm going to get to see him at work. I didn't work last night and I haven't seen him since Monday afternoon and I probably won't get to see him till tomorrow night at work but just the being away from him makes me long more for him...if that makes any sense. But I think y'all understand what I'm trying to say. Also he lost his cell phone on Sunday night so since he doesn't have his phone these nights that I don't see him we don't even get the chance to talk so that also is kind of one thing that makes me want to be with him or talk to him. One thing that does suck about it is that I just kind of still get a little jealous feeling cause I don't know what he's doing or who he's hanging out with(remember that Summer girl I mentioned in my last entry yeah ya know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Third thing is that lately I'm just really relieing on music more like I used to be it's just making me feel much better lately about everything whenever I listen to my i-tunes. I don't know why but it just does it's like I feel that my i-tunes is just telling me a story about how I'm feeling, it's crazy.Ok well that was my rambling for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-8633444422779104822?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/8633444422779104822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=8633444422779104822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8633444422779104822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8633444422779104822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/03/notes-in-my-drawers-songs-in-my-pockets.html' title='&quot;Notes in my drawers, songs in my pockets&quot;'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-820464898945009916</id><published>2008-01-19T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T21:17:07.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know I'm ready for this yet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight I over heard my mom talking to someone about how if her boyfriend Joe gets this new job he had an interview for this week that most likely he's going to ask her to move out to Las Cruses, New Mexico with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear the moment that I heard that my heart just dropped and broke. I actually almost started to cry in the car on my way home because just the thought of it just really really breaks my heart. If it does happen then that really makes all of this seperation stuff for real. It really really scares me so much and a part of me wants him to get this job cause I know it will make my mom happy and him happy too but then there's that part of me that doesn't want him to get it because I don't want my mom to live that far away from me. I don't know what I would do without my mom close enough to me that she can be there in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing that kind of sucks about all of this is that he is supposed to find out on February 1st and I leave on February 2nd to go to Shrevport to see Kelly &amp;amp; Reba so it's like if she hasn't told me about it it's going to be on my mind the whole trip and I might not enjoy it as much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all though I can't wait for the concert though b/c from what I've seen so far of this tour it just looks awesome. I know for sure there will be some tears shed on my part during the show. I guess actually it might be some threapy for me but if I find out that news before I leave it's going to just be on my mind and kind of sad the whole time. Oh well we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment I actually say it outloud and tell somebody about this I'm going to breakdown, and I'm not sure I'm ready for a breakdown right now when everything else has been going good for me with some other things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-820464898945009916?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/820464898945009916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=820464898945009916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/820464898945009916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/820464898945009916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/01/tonight-i-over-heard-my-mom-talking-to.html' title='I don&apos;t know I&apos;m ready for this yet.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-7744971407955575170</id><published>2008-01-09T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:58:16.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things just could work out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lately I've just been really thinking about how any other attention that I do get from a guy it's like I don't want it. Maybe it's because really and truely Eric does care about me and has real feelings for me. He's said to me numerous times here in the past few weeks that he does care and also seeing the way that he kind of gets jealous about if I hang out with another guy it's kind of showing me that maybe he does care. Only thing I just don't understand about him is how he can't admit that what we have is a relationship(well kind of) but it's just complicated. I think it's just the whole issue with him not having a car thing, but he's ready to push himself towards doing that this year. I know I've tried to but it's hard and he's stuborn sometimes that I can't push him to do something that he needs to actually push himself to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once he does then I'm sure there will be a chance that we can actually make things work as a "couple". Or heck maybe even if one of us leaves Steak &amp;amp; Ale it could work cause then everyone won't always be up in our business and want to know what's going on. I don't know really but I do know this...we've been doing this back and forth thing now for 2 1/2 years and in a way we have grown closer and stronger. So it's possible to make it actually work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-7744971407955575170?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/7744971407955575170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=7744971407955575170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/7744971407955575170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/7744971407955575170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-just-could-work-out.html' title='Things just could work out.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-3671191364554348063</id><published>2008-01-03T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T14:26:46.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year....new outlook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well now that it's a new year I think I should have a new outlook on things and try to change some things. It's going to be really hard, especially since most likely I'm going to have to go and look for a job that I can have during the day since I can't enroll for classes this semester due to the fact that I am on academic suspension for a semester because I didn't pass my two classes last semester. I was just lazy last semester and didn't go to class as much as I should and study hard enough for the tests. The only thing about trying to find a job during the day is that I have no freaking clue as to what I could even get a job in doing M-F and then still be able to work at Steak &amp;amp; Ale during the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other than the whole school thing is that I just really am kind of hoping the whole thing with Eric eventually will some what kind of work out a little bit better here this year. But who knows on that, we will just have to see how that all works out because it's really not in my hands as to how it works out, it's on him really. He's the one that needs to get his shit together and realize what is right in front of him is what could be good for him. More recently though he in a way has been kind of showing that maybe he truely does care a lot about me and wants to be with me cause he's gone and said things to me that in a way are like he's jealous about other guys. When in all honesty he damn well knows he has nothing to be jealous about....and ya know it's not like I go to him being all jealous about other girls to him cause I know that I don't have anything to be jealous about. So it's just confusing to me as to why in the world all of a sudden he would be acting so jealous about me hanging out with other guys anyways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living at home with the 'rents is still kind of stressful to me, and I know when I tell them that I can't take classes this semester it will be because they will want me to have something to do during the day rather than do nothing and sleep or sit around the house all day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;But yeah anyways it's time that this year I have a new outlook on things and even make some big changes in my life as in a job, place to live and my love life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-3671191364554348063?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/3671191364554348063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=3671191364554348063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3671191364554348063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3671191364554348063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-yearnew-outlook.html' title='New Year....new outlook.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-6595544711331163868</id><published>2007-12-12T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:49:31.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just all jumbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has been so insanely crazy lately it's not even funny. Had to move back in(well somewhat moved) with my parents cause well Ashlen and I had a falling out issue. That just was crazy and stressful on me just cause it was emotionally straining on everything, mostly because at first I felt so beyond betrayed by Eric.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally once he and I talked about things he was great and was there for me to talk to about it which I was really greatful for because for once I leaned on him for something. We both kind of realized in the past few weeks how thankful and greatful we are for one another which kind of made me a little bit happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I mean things aren't like PERFECT between us though because sometimes there's those stupid fights we get into because I'll be stuborn about things that he says to me and I know he's right but I don't really want to admit that he is. It's just I hate admitting to him though that things he says to me are right because there's a part of me that doesn't want him to be right one things about me, but I guess maybe it's good that he does notice things that I need to work on and point them out to me or else I'm just going to keep on doing them and not fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just have sooo many thoughts going through my head about things that I really just feel like letting it all out by crying but I'm afraid that if I do I won't stop and it scares me. There's that part of me though that wants to let it all out to someone else but really I don't even feel like I can or have someone that I can do that to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when I feel that everything is great but the moment that I think that there's something that gets thrown in and makes me re-think everything and even more confused about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly life is just seeming more confusing as the days go by, more so than I hope and hope though that some how something good is going to become of all this and I'll be happy(and not the fake happy like I put on now a days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wish that guys weren't so complicated.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-6595544711331163868?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/6595544711331163868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=6595544711331163868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/6595544711331163868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/6595544711331163868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-just-all-jumbled.html' title='It&apos;s just all jumbled.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-873979394235364006</id><published>2007-09-27T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T13:49:22.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just so completley drained and exhausted from everything these past couple weeks. Last week at work just kicked my ass and not only am I tired from that just emotionally lately I've been so drained. It's just kind of hard and frustrating dealing with things and being so tired from work it all just has built up more a lot lately this past week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I made good money this week but ugh I'm scared that today and tomorrow the money I won't make isn't going to be enough to help me out with my trip to San Antonio this weekend. Thinking about asking my mom for money to help me out with it is a little scary. Especially b/c I already had to ask her for money for my speeding ticket that I had to pay for last week too. I have money in the bank but I also have to pay Ashlen $350 by next Monday and with me being off Saturday and only working a night shift on Sunday I don't think it'll be do-able.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just thinking about all of this stuff just stresses me out more the more that I think about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All this has just made me so exhausted and tired that I just want to lay down and sleep for days and also just cry my eyes out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-873979394235364006?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/873979394235364006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=873979394235364006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/873979394235364006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/873979394235364006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/09/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-8945353410567092550</id><published>2007-09-05T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:47:15.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frusterating...</title><content type='html'>First off I hate that I was stupid on Sunday night and f'ed up my tires and can't even drive my car right now till I get 2 new rims or tires. I was supposed to get them yesterday but that didn't happen, so now it might not be till tomorrow or Friday. I just hope it's soon b/c I hate not having a car to go anywhere and I have to ask other people for a ride to places and work too. It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also just guys in general are soooooooooo frusterating to me right now. It's like I know how one certain person does care about me but it's just frusterating that we can't actually be together and be a couple. It's just weird to me right now. It's all just a lot to take it these days. I'm just really confused...it sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically right now I'm just in this sucky mood these past 4 days. It's not fun at all to me. Bleeeeech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-8945353410567092550?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/8945353410567092550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=8945353410567092550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8945353410567092550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8945353410567092550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/09/frusterating.html' title='Frusterating...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-2318189946417164323</id><published>2007-08-22T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:39:36.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel right now....</title><content type='html'>Ok so maybe that lyric just popped into my head but it's really not about that song that this entry is about. More like this is just how I feel right now about certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't really get it and understand sometimes how in the world 2 people that are my friends can sit there all the time and just talk trash about someone that they consider to be their friend too. It's really really aggravting to me. The more and more I'm having to deal with it the more I can see where and why Eric gets so frustrated with having to deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type of person that is going to tell them to stop because they titled to their oponions but when it's constant non stop bitching and giving Eric hell about shit it's really fucking annoying and aggravating. This is one reason why I can't stand to be around them as much as I used to because it's like they gang up on him and they want me to do the same but apparently they just can't really seem to actually get to know Eric deep down inside as a real person and understand he has feelings too. They constantly hurt his feelings and they do it b/c they know it will make him upset and then I'm the one that's there left to pick up the pieces and pick him back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just doesn't make sense to me anymore at how much they don't really care to take his feelings into consideration and also possibly mine too b/c when they say that stuff to me it makes me feel like they're saying it in front of me just so maybe I'll realize it too. But see I'm not the type of person that they are and constantly talk shit about him and pick on him for no fucking reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when Eric was on vacation in Florida they were still making him feel horrible for being down there and on vacation with his family and him missing Ashlen's birthday. &lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;...why would you do that to someone who is in a totally different state having a fun time with &lt;strong&gt;HIS FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt; just to make him feel like shit. That night I sat up talking to him on the phone for almost a hour just to calm him down. It was hard because I didn't know exactly what to say to make him not be upset anymore, but I did know that talking to him calmed him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks is when I do get frusterated with hearing all the shit and I can't talk to him about it, it really really aggravates me and makes me want to seclude myself in my room or leave the house and go do something with other people, or even go find Eric and hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating as hell, and honsetly it really is making me frustrated and I'm kind of maybe even considering moving out because I can't really take this constant shit talking about someone that I care about and who I thought that they cared about too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-2318189946417164323?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/2318189946417164323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=2318189946417164323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/2318189946417164323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/2318189946417164323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='How I Feel right now....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-4482669999137767010</id><published>2007-08-16T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T18:43:10.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So last night I got a call from Eric down in Florida b/c he was upset that Amity had told him that Ashlen was really upset that he didn't call her at midnight to tell her happy birthday. I sat up and talked to him to calm him down for almost a hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well once I finally got him calmed down enough that he was able to go and get some sleep I passed out once I got off the phone and then woke up this morning to this text message from him that really just kind of smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;"Thank you so much. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, tell Ashlen that I care about her b-day and that she is always in my heart. You to Amy. Always. Just PLEASE tell her that. Thank you for calming me down. Thank you for being there when I need you. PLEASE let her know that. Thank you so much Amy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know what but for some reason seeing that he said I'm always in his heart really meant something to me. Along with him thanking me for always being there for him when he needs me. I'm really glad that he finally has acknowledged that and told me that. It really put a smile on my face and made me tear up this morning. This is going to be something that I probably will not tell anyone else that he said to me b/c it really meant something to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-4482669999137767010?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/4482669999137767010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=4482669999137767010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/4482669999137767010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/4482669999137767010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-3165357042955126663</id><published>2007-08-13T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:46:40.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week apart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...he's gone till Saturday night. This is going to be one weird week for me, maybe it'll help us realize how we do need some time apart to see how we really do feel about each other. After I said goodbye last night and I was driving off I did cry not in front of him because I didn't want him to know how much I really am going to miss him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's going to be weird not having him around or close enough that if I need him he can be here for me at moments notice or someone to hang out with me if I need him to. He said he'd call once they got down there but he still hasn't called, I'm a little worried but not too much since I haven't really heard of any plane crashes or anything like that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kind of just makes me want to hang out with my girls or just someone else since he's gone, but I don't know who or what to do. I kind of wish that Lucas was moved into his new house this week, but he doesn't move in till Friday...and Eric gets back Saturday night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah well hopefully he'll call sometime soon or at least one day while he's gone...I can go one or two days without talking to him but a week is just weird. We'll see....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-3165357042955126663?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/3165357042955126663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=3165357042955126663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3165357042955126663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3165357042955126663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/08/week-apart.html' title='A week apart...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-1251948308962257705</id><published>2007-08-04T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:22:11.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm sick, with something but I don't know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ever since yesterday I've had this huge sinus headache and it's also making my neck hurt along with my back. I had a fever this morning b/c our AC was out and for some reason I had the chills really bad. Finally though a couple hours later I woke up in a sweat, I guess it was from not only my fever breaking but b/c the house was so hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Also you know it drives me crazy whenever people tell me one thing and then turn around and just do the opposite. It's one of my really big pet peeves. It just really upsets me when someone that I care about goes and does that to me, it makes me feel like what they told me was pure crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;People that do that or are like that to me really makes want to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-1251948308962257705?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/1251948308962257705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=1251948308962257705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/1251948308962257705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/1251948308962257705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-im-sick-with-something-but-i.html' title='I think I&apos;m sick, with something but I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-8211365771625718451</id><published>2007-07-30T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:03:33.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like shit today.</title><content type='html'>Not really in like a bad way of feeling shitty but just that I'm super tired and I feel horrible for saying that I'd go somewhere today and then not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really confused with my life, I don't know what I'm doing anymore when I do things with him. It's like what I do with him and the way I feel about him is just something that in the back of my mind makes me question sooooo many other things going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with him but there's soooooooooooo many reason's why we can't be together, and then there's that other part of me that wants to be with someone else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just confusing to me right now and I honestly don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel so shitty it's all I really feel like doing is laying in my bed and watching The OC season 4 dvd's. I can't really watch them in the living room b/c the dvd player in there is messed up. But I don't know what I'm going to do, all I know right now is that I am so confused I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-8211365771625718451?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/8211365771625718451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=8211365771625718451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8211365771625718451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8211365771625718451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-like-shit-today.html' title='I feel like shit today.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-7735532106299212580</id><published>2007-07-27T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:06:07.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just really frustrating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just really aggravating and frustrating to me whenever I do go and do things like what I did last night. It's just it makes my feelings more and more confused and I know I shouldn't do it and it's my fault and my fault alone for what happenend(well it was his too) but I can't really blame him totally because it was also my bad too. It's like I know that I shouldn't do that anymore but when the time comes and I am feeling that something it just happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm just kind of ready for him to go to Houston next Wednesday and then I'll be gone the following Wednesday to San Antonio and then on the 13th he's going to Disney World for 5 days. I think what needs to happen is we need to spend some time away from each other and see what happens. I mean it's just I am happy that he's there for me and in my life but when we're always together every night it's good for every once in a while to be away from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Abesence makes the heart grow fonder.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-7735532106299212580?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/7735532106299212580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=7735532106299212580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/7735532106299212580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/7735532106299212580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-just-really-frustrating.html' title='It&apos;s just really frustrating.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-2956807631549079806</id><published>2007-07-26T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:12:23.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But where is your heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;In the smile that you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;When you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Well I don't expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The world to move underneath me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But for God's sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Could you try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I know that you're true to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;You say you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I know that you want to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;So lately it's just been really confusing to me about many things. It's like this pretty much, I want that someone there for me always and to love me for me. I know I have friends like that but it's different with a couple of them because I know they care about and will always be there for me but it's just that sometimes actions speak louder than words. With saying that it's like I don't know what to do about my feelings for these people, I'm just as confused on what I want from either of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;What I'm really trying to say in the entry is that I'm very much torn on my feelings and don't know what to do anymore. There's about a million things and emotions going through my head that I can't figure out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-2956807631549079806?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/2956807631549079806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=2956807631549079806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/2956807631549079806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/2956807631549079806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-where-is-your-heart.html' title='But where is your heart?'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-8142690837647081547</id><published>2007-07-25T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:30:46.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks not having the satellite working.</title><content type='html'>Yeah it does suck b/c I'm bored out of my mind without. I'm doing some laundry right now but then I don't know what. I need to watch the Big Brother episode from last night online still and also go to the mall and find some new pants for work cause my favorite pair that I always wear are falling apart at the bottom. I also want to go to Best Buy, can't spend all my money though so I can have some for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we(me, Eric, Julio and Rob) went to Fox &amp; Hound and then after that we went over to Eric's house, well since we didn't go pick up Rob or Julio's car I knew that I wasn't going to be staying the night with Eric again, I kind of wanted to b/c I was really really tired and didn't really feel like driving home. But then once I did get home I thought maybe if I text him he'll tell me to come over, but he never wrote me back or called so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I did wake up this morning at like 9 to pee I saw I had a missed call, thought maybe he did call, but it was actually Lucas instead, it was around like 4 something so it was after he got off work I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point of this entry was nothing really, I'm just bored. I guess now I'll go do some shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-8142690837647081547?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/8142690837647081547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=8142690837647081547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8142690837647081547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8142690837647081547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-sucks-not-having-satellite-working.html' title='It sucks not having the satellite working.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-8771997493144700197</id><published>2007-07-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:35:17.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm confusing as hell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know why it is but I'm even more confused then ever on things now. It's like I want to feel as certain way but when I do go and feel that I feel even more confused about how I should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm confusing as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm north and south&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And I'll probably never have it all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But what I know is I wasn't meant to walk this world without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And I promise I'll try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yeah I'm gonna try to give you every little part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Every single detail you missed with your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Then maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Maybe, yeah maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-8771997493144700197?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/8771997493144700197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=8771997493144700197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8771997493144700197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/8771997493144700197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-confusing-as-hell.html' title='I&apos;m confusing as hell....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-186429884114590642</id><published>2007-07-21T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T14:43:05.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did listen to what he told me....he just doesn't believe me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night after work Eric and I went out to this bar and then went over to our manager Tim's apartment. Well we went to go pick up Eric's roomate and our friend Jonathan and then we went over to Tim's. After we were there for like about a hour or so and everyone was busy playing a stupid video game and I didn't want to play.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So since I was in there and didn't really have anything to do but just sit there. I decided I'd call Lucas b/c I need to ask him something and also I just needed someone to talk to at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well then when I came back upstairs from using the phone Tim said that they thought I had left and I said no I just went to use the phone for a few minutes b/c I needed to talk to Lucas for a few minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then about I'd say 30-45 minutes later while everyone was out on the porch I was inside just sitting there on this bar stool inside. Then Tim comes in and says that I looked like I was ready to leave, and in a way I was but I didn't want to make Eric and Jonathan leave just yet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So then on the way home Eric kept asking me over and over again what was wrong and I told him nothing but he didn't believe me. Once we got back to his house and I was dropping him and Jonathan off he got out of the car and he kept saying to me that I should have said something to him when I was ready to leave and we would have left sooner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He then went on and said that I apparently didn't listen to anything that he said to me 2 nights ago when we talked about how I need to start speaking up and saying things that are on my mind. What I guess he forgot was earlier when we came to pick up Jonathan and Eric was giving me a hard time and teasing me about how I kind of hit the curb I said to him to not  do that because honsetly it hurts my feelings when I get made fun of for things and it keeps going on and on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After he said that I didn't listen to what he said to me a couple nights ago I got upset because I did and if I really wanted to leave I would have said something but apparently and according to him I acted like I wanted to go and did that rather than say something to him. Which is a load of bullshit because I would have said something that I was ready to leave when I was damn good and ready to leave.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after I tried to continue to argue with him and he got out of the car and went inside I went home and Ashlen wasn't there. I hate it whenever I am at home alone and I'm upset b/c I just feel really alone and I get kind of scared, especially in that big house when it's dark and at night. I told him I'd call him when I got home and I did after I got dressed and ready for bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I called him I was hoping that maybe he'd talk to me a little more and let me explain myself some more. But nooooo he was too busy playing video games with Jonathan, so I just text him to tell him that I was home by myself and I didn't want to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After I guess I had fallen asleep for about a hour I heard my message alert go off and I look and it's Eric and him saying he wanted me to come over. So I got up and I went over there b/c I really didn't want to be there by myself anymore. I know I probably shouldn't have but I really just didn't want to want to be alone last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like this I agree that I do need to stick up more and say what's on my mind but a lot of the time I'm scared when I do as to how people will react. I think that's probably why Eric thought I didn't listen to him but I did and I totally understand why he said all that to me the other night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired and scared of being alone and not heard is my main thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-186429884114590642?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/186429884114590642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=186429884114590642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/186429884114590642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/186429884114590642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-did-listen-to-what-he-told-mehe-just.html' title='I did listen to what he told me....he just doesn&apos;t believe me.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881619378916425672.post-3850283527424029971</id><published>2007-07-20T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:10:42.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;I decided to start a blog b/c a few weeks ago my roomate told me I should start writing again about what's going on inside my head. So since I pretty much don't really use greatest journal or live journal anymore I thought why not use this. I could use my blog on my myspace page but I just figured this would be kind of better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Things have just been kind of crazy lately, I'm very very seriously torn and confused about many things. Especially my guy situation, like I thought I was over Eric but now as of lately I don't think I am, and I really was over him for a while. Or well at least that's what I told myself, but apparently not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Heck just the other night even we had a talk about how we just need to be friends and nothing more, but do you know how many times that we have had that conversation....NUMEROUS and eventually we break it. I just really hope kind of that we can get past all this and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;I really do have like a million things going through my head but for now writing that down made me feel a little bit better. So I think this could possibly work for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;You know what sucks right now though is that our sattilite is out and Ashlen said they can't get anyone out here till Wednesday. This blows and it's sooooooooooooooooooo freaking boring with no TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8881619378916425672-3850283527424029971?l=amytx84.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/feeds/3850283527424029971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8881619378916425672&amp;postID=3850283527424029971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3850283527424029971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8881619378916425672/posts/default/3850283527424029971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amytx84.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-blog.html' title='First blog'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04340761169511684726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4hiTTiMOTaM/R4WuefRhlfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Ccb808gi8Ho/S220/kisskiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
