AmyLove

sccream @ 2006-08-07T05:15:00

2006-08-07T09:17:36Z

dissappointeddissappointeddissappointed

sccream @ 2006-08-01T00:25:00

2006-08-01T04:31:02Z

So tonight's show was really fun. The Jonbenet was really good, Heavyheavylowlow was okay, Fear Before The March Of Flames was alright, and The #12 Looks Like You was amaaazing.

During FBTMOF, I was talking to the merch guy for The Jonbenet, and it turns out he was the drummer for the band. He was talking about needing a house, so I told him he could crash at mine. After the show, I got to go out back with them and FBTMOF and The #12 Looks Like You. I don't really listen to heavyheavylowlow so I couldn't tell you if they were out there or not. We were out drinking and smoking, and then we left for my house. It was really fun and all the guys were really nice. They were talking about how they needed a merch girl, and I should do it for the rest of their tour. They weren't being sarcastic so it was actually really, really cool. They started writing a new song, and I got to hear it and shit. It was sooooo badass. Natalie was supposed to come, too, but her mom wouldn't let her. We got to my house, and I thought my mom would think it was okay, and I told her they were here. Apparently Natalie's mom called the cops so my mom wouldn't let the band stay the night. I'm soooo bummed out right now. I felt horrible because I assured them a house for the night. They were all really cool about it, but still. It was cool getting to meet all the bands, and then getting free really good weed, haha.

Sorry, The Jonbenet. :[

sccream @ 2006-07-29T01:35:00

2006-07-29T05:36:15Z

I'm writing a book called How To Be AmyLove.

Sometimes I think I'm Paris Hilton.

This Is Your Life

2006-07-15T22:37:21Z

And you open the door and you step inside. we're inside our hearts. now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light. that's right. your pain. the pain itself. it's a white ball of healing light. i don't think so. this is your life, good to the last drop. doesn't get any better than this. this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. this isn't a seminar. this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now, you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be ressurrected. it's only after you've lost everything, that you're free to do anything. nothing is static. everything is evolving. everything is falling apart. this is your life. doesn't get any better than this. this is your life. and it's ending one minute at a time. you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the same decaying, organic matter as everything else. we are all apart of the same compost heap. we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account. you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your grande latte. you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis. you have to give up. you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die. until you know that, you are useless. i say, let me never be complete. i say, let me never be content. i say, deliver me from swedish furniture. i say, deliver me from clever art. i say, deliver my from clear skin and perfect teeth. i say, you have to give up. i say, let the chips fall where they may. this is your life. doesn't get any better than this. this is your life. and it's ending one minute at a time. you have to give up. you have to give up.

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2006-03-15T04:29:31Z