<?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-7402583766585157343</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:09:15.847-08:00</updated><category term='my Idol'/><title type='text'>My Pool of Blaqk Audio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-37583476036848565</id><published>2007-06-22T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:37:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pt.2 I forgot what it belonged too so yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You wake up, not hearing your radio or cellphone, but the feeling of hot air on your neck. it was Jade, who was asleep. He looks so hto when he's sleeping XP. You get off his lap and strech, causing your shirt to ride up. You pull it down, making sure nobody saw. You walk over to the side of Hunters bed, you see him sleeping. He almost looks dead. You stare at him when you hear a noise behind you. You turn around, scared, to find.....ADAM SNORING!!!!!! You try so hard to burst out laughing. Eventually, you ran out of the room into the hall and laughed at nothing. You walk in to see Jade awake. You're still not trying to laugh. Jade walks over to you. Jade: (whispering) what's so funny? You: Adam's snoring. You then hear the same noise again and Jade's now the one not trying to burst with laughter. You then see Adam wake up. You two get serious faces on. Hunter then wakes up, making a moaning sound. Hunter: oooo my arms. Ow. davey walks in, drinking something but you're too lazy to look. Davey's then followed by the doctor. Doc: okay Hunter, you're free to go. So you guys leave, Hunters arms both in casts. Jade: you gotta get ready. You: why? where are we going? Jade: on tour...you're playing the bass, 'memeber? You then suddenley remember. You: yeah...i gtta get some stuff first, k? Jade: alright. Jade is now driving (thank God....Davey, i luv ya to death but you just need to drive better lol) and you're sitting next to him. You've never performed before. Your nervous and excited. More xcited then nervous, though. You pull in to the parking lot of the Kentuky Star hotel. You look at the sign. The same star is rising and falling. You love the motel. You love the creaky stairs and the tacky furniture. it just seems like........home. You get out of the car, running through the lobby, up the creaky steps to your room, where you see everything in it's place, like you left it. You then grab a duffel. You shove clothes in the duffel. Along with some makeup. You put in your laptop and grab your bag. You look at your room. Bare but messy. You: well, until next time. You then close the door behind you and proceed to the car.....Alright, so we left off where Jade brought you downstairs to see something...but what? ~!QUIZ STARTS!~ You follow Jade downstairs and into the living room to see.....ASH?!!? Your heart begins to rapidly begin to beat faster and you don't know wether to be sad or scared or anything. You: Ash....what are you-? Ash: I need to give you something...It was Brandons. You then see the guys leave the room because they can clearly see this is a "family moment". Ash hands you a folder. You take it and look at it. On it, it has written in sharpie BRANDON'S KEEP OUT...BEWARE...all that stuff and skulls to actually "scare you". Not caring, you open it up. Something falls out. You pick it up. It was a picture. it was a picture of you and Brandon when you went up to Maine for the day. You remember how happy he was. You hand it to Ash. She looks at it. Ash: you should keep it...we have others. You take it and place it down on a table. You then sit down on the couch. You look through. It was all these stories and drawings. Stories of how shitty his days were....how awesome they were....how boring that were...all that stuff. You then flip to a page where you see about a dozen porrly drawn winged demons...the bat-thing for the Art Of Drowing era. You remember trying to teach brandon how to draw it. You then see a very well-drawn one next to a paragraph. It read "MY AUNTIE ERIN IS THE BEST! SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRAW THIS THING CALLED THE WINGED DEMON. I LOVE HER VERY MUCH FOR THAT. I MIGHT GIVE HER A DOLLAR. -BRANDON" You cover your mouth with your hand. You look at when he dated it. July 12. Last week. You then close the notebook and take the picture. Ash then hands you a frame. You put the picture inside the frame. Ash: i think i better get going. You: umm...yeah. thanks for this. Ash nods and gets up, closing the door behind her. You then look at the picture. You see your reflection in it. A single tear escaped from your eyes. You then hear Jade come in out of nowhere. He sits down next to you and takes a look at the picture. Jade: is that him? You: yup. Your voice is kinda scrathcy because you're on the edge of crying hysterically. You then stand up and walk upstairs. Assuming you and Jade are now sharing a room, you put it on a nightstand. You look at it one last time...really closely. His smile was so wide that it practically fit on his face. That's Brandon for ya. You have your arms around each other and you're sitting on a bench. You then feel someone touch your shoulder. You look up. it's Jade. You can see the sorrow in his eyes and feel the pity from his touch. You then look at the time. 7:30. You then get up and go in the kitchen. You grab a snapple. Sip and swallow. Sip and swallow. You force yourself to drink even though you're not hungry nor thirsty. You go in the living room and sit on the couch next to Davey. You see what he's watching. It's the TV guide channel to see what's on. You see Hard Rock Live is on. This week it was supposed to have The Darkness playing. You then snatch the remote and change it to channel whatever and you see them performing their song "Friday Night". Davey: ugh..MAKE IT STOP!!! You laugh and turn up the volume. Davey then runs away. You lower the volume and strech your legs on the couch, taking up all the room. You hear Adam laughing from the kitchen. You smile to yourself and get yourself comfy.&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/7402583766585157343-37583476036848565?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/37583476036848565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=37583476036848565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/37583476036848565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/37583476036848565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/pt2-i-forgot-what-it-belonged-too-so.html' title='pt.2 I forgot what it belonged too so yeah'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-8596615123656987292</id><published>2007-06-22T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:35:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview prt.3 I love it thats why I"m posting it</title><content type='html'>I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nterviewer: Um, you guys still get the chance to catch Rancid in the Bay Area every now and then? I mean, excluding the tour you did with them a couple years ago.Jade: Um, Rancid hasnt played in the Bay Area for, the last time I can remember them playing in the Bay Area was Warped Tour I guess. Theyve been working on a new record right now and, every time we go to L.A., we go to L.A. a lot, Tim and Lars and all of us hang out, and Rob from the Transplants, and we hang out with them a lot. We dont get to see them very much live but uh, we get to, you know, hang out all the time, so thats great.Interviewer: Okay, seeing as this band, has had ten years in the making to where it is today, do you have any advice for high school, college kids who think they have something good, or any advice for what they should do to hopefully become what you are today?Jade: Id say just, play any show, dont, I think a lot of bands today dont want to pay their dues, they want to go right from being a new band to being on MTV, and being a huge band, its like, it builds character to be out there, and do years of touring, darn it, shoot, I mean shit, (laughs). Its, you need to experience the hardship, like this band has experienced a lot of hardship and paid a lot of dues, its made us appreciate where were at a lot more, so just, you know, take it slow. Practice. Dont write crappy songs. Write good songs. Dont be a crappy band. Dont catch SARS like all of us.Interviewer: Um, okay so what can fans expect from AFI within the next year, can you guys see yourselves going back into the studio, or are you gonna, after this US tour ends, are you going to go abroad to tour for the album, what do you have in store for the next year?Jade: Um, after this we do east coast, and then we go to Europe, and then we do Warped Tour and then we go to Canada, and then we go do festivals in Japan, back to Europe, and then another headlining tour in the fall. And after that I dont know. And were gonna be on Conan. And maybe Saturday Night Live. But I probably just jinxed the Saturday Night Live thing, because were waiting to hear back from them. So well probably get a call in about five minutes saying, no, youre not doing it. So were not going to be on Saturday Night Live. (laughs)Interviewer: Yet. Eventually, Im sure probably. Okay well Im sure a lot of people ask you about the name of the band, you know, changing it from A Fire Inside, shortening it to AFI, can you give us any inside information about the band name?Jade: It was actually AFI first, um, when the band was started, I wasnt in the band at the time, but we all grew up in the same town and hung out, and back then, we grew up listening to punk in the 80s and there were a lot of acronym bands. You know, like DRI and RKL and AOD and bands like this, so it was kind of like, that was like the thing, so being fifteen-year-old kids, of course they were like, oh, were gonna have an acronym band. And then eventually it became A Fire Inside, after several years.Interviewer: Speaking of the olden days, what did you do before you joined AFI, in those five years you were in high school together and before you joined the band? Jade: I went to school. I was at Berkely, and I graduated, and soon after I graduated they asked me to join the band. It worked out pretty well, I didnt have to actually exist in the real world at all, I went right from college to being in a band so, it was pretty nice.Interviewer: Whats your degree in?Jade: Social theory. Completely useless. So its a very good thing Im in a band right now.Interviewer: Um what about side projects, do any of you have anything going on like producing or playing in other bands?Jade: Id actually like to produce, I never really thought about it. But um, I have executive producer credit on our new album, so that would be cool. Id probably ruin somebodys record but um, I make, I spend all my spare time making electronic music, and Im really into it, and I have a lot of material, so if I was to do something Id probably put out an electonic album. So well see what happens.Interviewer: You do that, youd better work it to college radio, itll do well, Im sure. And also, youd have to come up with a kickass DJ name.Jade: I had one! What was it? I had a good one, I dont know why, we were just talking about it, but I cant remember. Ill be DJ SARS. Ill probably be dead of SARS by then, so I guess it doesnt matter. Posthumous album.Interviewer: Tupac put out like six albums after he died, so you could have a good career out of that. (laughs). So um, how about some closing comments, words of advice, words of wisdom, anything.Jade: Oh words of wisdom, I have no wisdom to impart. You guys are in college anyway, youre probably smarter than me so, go about your business. Go to hell!Interviewer: Um, thank you very much for doing the show with us, we really appreciate it, and we hope you have a good show tonight.&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/7402583766585157343-8596615123656987292?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/8596615123656987292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=8596615123656987292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/8596615123656987292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/8596615123656987292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/interview-prt3-i-love-it-thats-why-im.html' title='Interview prt.3 I love it thats why I&quot;m posting it'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-5570585992625045788</id><published>2007-06-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:35:11.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love A.F.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AFIAlbumsAFIThe Art of DrowningAll Hallows EPBlack Sales In The SunsetShut Your Mouth &amp;amp; Open Your EyesAnswer That And Stay FashionableVery Proud Of YaDavey Havok - vocalsJade Puget - guitarHunter - bassAdam Carson - drumsToday AFI is one of the most lauded, rising young bands as their latest album Sing the Sorrow teeters on platinum status. But what about yesterday? The band honed its sound during its tenure with Nitro Records starting in the mid–90’s. Now, Nitro has just released AFI, a 13-track retrospective showcasing music from all six releases the band recorded for the label. For fans that recently discovered AFI through Sing The Sorrow, this collection is an essential and immediate introduction into the band’s recorded history. And for the early initiated, the new set includes rare tracks available for the first time on CD.More than a decade has passed since AFI first formed in Ukiah, CA. The band line-up includes singer Davey Havok, guitarist Jade Puget, bassist Hunter and drummer Adam Carson. The band made its Nitro debut in 1996 with Very Proud of Ya followed by Answer That and Stay Fashionable (re-release, 1997), and Shut Your Mouth And Open Your Eyes in 1997. Other releases include, the now classic, Black Sails In The Sunset (1999), the All Hallow’s EP (1999), and The Art Of Drowning (2000&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/7402583766585157343-5570585992625045788?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/5570585992625045788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=5570585992625045788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/5570585992625045788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/5570585992625045788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-afi.html' title='I love A.F.I'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-6836140246123339756</id><published>2007-06-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:34:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;F.O.H (Full of Hate) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kourtni (vocals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tiffany (guitar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Katherin (bass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cody (drums)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brandon (2nd voclas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oliver (keyboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Danny (guitar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Steven (bass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we freaking rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gonna change the name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7402583766585157343-6836140246123339756?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/6836140246123339756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=6836140246123339756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/6836140246123339756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/6836140246123339756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-little-band.html' title='my little band'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-1537649091882002846</id><published>2007-06-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:32:27.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So we left off where you were getting up to see who was at the door...alrightie then.~QUIZ STARTS!~ You open the door to see.....Davey and Adam. You: uhhh hi? Davey: where's jade? You notice there's a little bit of concern and nervousness in his voice. You: he's here, why? Adam: Hunter got hurt....he's in the hospital. You hear charging footsteps behind you. Jade: what happened? Davey and Adam begin to run down the old, creaky stairs. You run after them and jade follows behind. You four get in Davey's car and Davey pulls out of the Kentucky Star hotel parking lot. Jade: what the fuck happened? Adam: Hunter was being a jackass and ran across the street and got hit by a car. Your heart sinks and your face flushes. You feel like you're gonna cry. Davey: we're hoping he isn't hurt........or dead. You cover your mouth with your hands and gasp. Jade notices. Jade: you okay? You: i sould be asking you that.....Jade: he'll be fine. He puts his arm around you and starts to rub your back gentley. Davey then starts driving so fast you think you're all gonna crash and blow up. You guys arrive 5 streets and 2 tickets later to St. Lawrence Hospital, where Hunter is being taken care of. You 4 burst through the front door and run up to the lady at the front desk. You: (pant pant) we're here to see Hunter Burgan. Lady: okay...let me see where he is. She pulls out the keyboard and clicks all the keys like she's trying to race typing with the girl next to her. Lady: yes, yes....Hunter's in very bad condition. You heart sinks once again, this time making a single tear roll down your face. Jade then starts to rub your back again, trying to get you to calm down. Lady: he's been in the emergency room for 3 hours now....i'll let you know when you can see him. Davey: ok, thanks. You go sit down in one of the taky, pink chairs in the waiting room. It made you think of the ones in the Kentucky Star lobby. You bury your head in your hands and begin to cry. You cry for Hunter. You cry to Jade, Davey, and Adam, you cry for your parents, who also died in the hospital. You then see Jade sit next to you. You hug him, hoping he'll give you strength to face your weakness. Sorrow. You feel Jade begin to lightly stroke your face. It feels relaxing, taking some of that sorrow off your shoulders. You see Davey and Adam standing, talking to one another, looking not too happy either. You then hear the lady at the font desk call Jade. You hear her say you can see Hunter now. You follow everyone down a long hallway with the same salmon pink-colored doors. You then see Adam turn into one of the doors. You look in. You see Hunter lying in a bed, tubes up his nose and both of his arms in casts. Fuck. He won't be able to play bass. You then turn and cry into Jades chest. Jade puts his arms around you was you weap from the painful sight. Davey rubs your back, also. You then hear a ruffling of sheets behind you. You turn around. You see Hutner open one eye. Your heart leaps with joy. Your ego now begins to sing to you. ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! You see Adam walk over. Hunter: (whispering) what happened? Adam: i told you to always look both ways before crossing the street. Hunter shows a weak smile and you walk over and stand next to Adam. Hunter looks at you, both eyes fully open now. Hunter: Hey Erin.....long time no see, huh? You smile. Your too happy for words. Your presence is joined by a doctor with a big nose and thick-rimmed glasses. Typical doctor. You all take notice and look at him, waiting for him to say something. Doc: okay, Hunter, you seem to be in very bad condition. Jade: tell us something we don't know. You jab him in the stomach so he'd shut up. Doc: anyway, both of your arms are broken in 7 places. Davey's eyes go wide, Adam raises his eyebrows, Jades mouth, along with yours, drops in shock. Adam: the who'll play the bass. You all stand there wuiet. Jade the looks at you. You raise an eyebrow. You: what? do i have something on my face? Jade: you know how to play bass, don't you? You eyes grow wide. You do. You: you want me to.........no. i couldn't. Davey: you have to. Hunter: i'll teach you everything, as soon as i get outta this damn hospital. You smile at his comment. You: fine, i'll do it. Everyones faces light up. You: but if you get tomato's chucked at you because i'm not Hunter, don't cry to me. Jade looks at you like this (-_-), which makes you laugh. You look at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Man, you're tired. You see Jade sitting in a chair and he motions you to come over. You walk over and sit in his lap and put your head on his shoulder. You can feel and smell his breath. Minty ;). You look up at him. Jade: you tired? You: no...i'm exshaused. Jade smiles and kisses you on the forehead, sending shivers up your spine. You rest your head on his shoulder and drift off....soon falling asleep.&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/7402583766585157343-1537649091882002846?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/1537649091882002846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=1537649091882002846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/1537649091882002846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/1537649091882002846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/story.html' title='story'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-1763896195918277689</id><published>2007-06-22T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:31:47.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7 is the one I finished this is the ending of Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You see Jade come down the stairs. You sit up so he can sit next to you...Like he does. You can feel Jade starring at you so you look at him...and sure enough, he's looking at you. ~watch, someone's gonna come running through here screaming like a mad-man~ you think ~ and if that actually happens....that will be so awesome~. Sure enough, Hunter's running and screaming like a prick while being chased by Davey and Adam. You get pissed because you can't hear the TV. You then turn up the volume so loud it almost made everyone down the STREET go deaf. Everyone then shuts up and you turn it down. You: THANK you. You then get pissed because it just ended and you don't know who'll be on next week. You: oh sun ova bitch! But you then see the band LOSTPROHPETS' logo. You're guessing they'll be there next week. You: oh...nevermind. That makes Jade giggle. You end up watching TV until 11:30 with Jade. You get tired and decide to go to bed. You then stand up. You: *yawn* i'm going to bed, ok Jade? Jade: alright. You then give him a quick kiss and go upstairs. You then walk into your room to see....THE GUYS GOING THROUGH YOUR STUFF!!!!! You get so pissed. But it's just so comical you HAVE to watch. You hide in the doorway. You see Hunter pick up one of your thongs (yes, thongs). Luckily, it's one you've only wore a couple times. Hunter: now that's gotta hurt. Davey: you should try it on. You face the drops of any expression. There's NO way anyone's wearing your undies besides you. You then stand in the doorway. You see a guitar case (with no guitar in it) near where you're standing. You knock it over, making a noise. They then turn around and see you. They're more mortified than a deer caught in headlights. Hunter: how long have you been standing there? He then hides you thong behind his back. You: long enough. What the hell are you doing? They were silent. You: that's what i thought. You walk over to them. You: goodnight. You push them out and shut the door. You look and see they went through EVERYTHING. They went through your bag, your clothes, they even discovered your tampons. Ever since that inncident on the tour bus, you carry twice as more. You shove it all in the bag and throw it on the floor. You then pull off your shirt and your pants. You then slip on some plaid pajama pants and are too careless to put on a shirt. You then climb into bed and turn off the light next to you. You then rest your head on the pillow. It was nice and comfy. You felt at home again. You then suddenly hear the door open. You sit up. You see no one. You then see something fly in and hit you in the head. It was too dark to see what it was. You then hear uncontrollable giggling. You grab whatever it was and throw it out in the hall. You scream FUCK OFF and slam the door. You then climb into bed and try to get comfy again. You then hear silence. You begin to doze off when you hear the door open again. This time, something really hard was thrown at you. You see it's a book on....SAFE SEX?!? You: *screaming really loudly* SUN OVA BITCH! You then throw the book out in the hall and slam the door again. You then climb into bed, again. You then hear someone at the door. You grab a bat that was on the floor and sneak near the door. The door opens and you beat whoever it was to death. You jump on top of them and see it's...JADE?!? Oops. Jade: WHAT THE FUCK???? You: oh shit....i thought you were someone else. Jade: well...i'm not. Now i'm awake. You: i'm sry. I'm gonna kick their asses tomorrow. You then note what position you guys are in. You get a little uncomfortable and stand up. You then have to go to the bathroom. You ecuse yourself and go into the bathroom. You do whatever and you walk out and see a little square on the floor. You think it's a sticky note. Can't be. But you realize it was the thing that was thrown at you. You go into the bathroom to look at it. the light reveals....A CONDOM!!! Dun dun dunnnnnn. You then remember the safe sex book, also. Those bastards. You then hatch an idea. You run into your room and see Jade taking off his shirt. XP. You: Jade....Jade: yeah? You: those bastards chucked these at me...You hand hi the book and condom. Jade: assholes. You: fuck.....but i've got an idea. You tell jade and he likes it. You then head out with Jade to....&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/7402583766585157343-1763896195918277689?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/1763896195918277689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=1763896195918277689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/1763896195918277689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/1763896195918277689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-ch7.html' title='Chapter 7 is the one I finished this is the ending of Chapter 8'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-8906689019284570243</id><published>2007-06-22T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:30:39.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Name: Erin Jones. Age: 29. Hometown: Bristol, Connecticut. Birthday: October 28th 1975. Height: 5'4. Weight: skinny. Eye color: bright blue but greyish when you're outta the sun. Hair: Black with some bulit-in grey highlights...it looks cool people, ok??? Tattoos: One on your neck of a tiger, the album cover of The Art of Drowning on your left shoulder blade, a bracelet of thorny roses on both of your wrists, a Tiger on your stomach, and your sign (scorpio) on your right calf. Piercings: Your ears 3 times, your naval, your tongue, and lip. Backroud: You lived with your parents until you were 14. When you were 14, your parents died in a plane crash and you had to move in with your sister who is 7 years older than you, Ashley (or you call her Ash). You lived with her unti you got outta school. You then moved out of your sisters and moved to Glassgow, Montana...not a very popular town but you don't care. You then got a job as stocking shelves at your local video store, MOVIE GALLEREY. Since you don't get paid much, you live in a motel where the rent is cheaper than any apartment. You have 3 friends from work.....Tara (5'2...blone hair with lime green highlights) David (6'2 with natural black hair that goes down to his shoulders) and Chad (5'11...spikey brown hair..simple). You guys always hang out and go to shows and stuff like that....So..what do ya'll think?&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/7402583766585157343-8906689019284570243?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/8906689019284570243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=8906689019284570243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/8906689019284570243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/8906689019284570243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/beginning.html' title='the Beginning'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-2996708510301104084</id><published>2007-06-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:30:04.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story Ch.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So we left off where you were getting up to see who was at the door...alrightie then.~QUIZ STARTS!~ You open the door to see.....Davey and Adam. You: uhhh hi? Davey: where's jade? You notice there's a little bit of concern and nervousness in his voice. You: he's here, why? Adam: Hunter got hurt....he's in the hospital. You hear charging footsteps behind you. Jade: what happened? Davey and Adam begin to run down the old, creaky stairs. You run after them and jade follows behind. You four get in Davey's car and Davey pulls out of the Kentucky Star hotel parking lot. Jade: what the fuck happened? Adam: Hunter was being a jackass and ran across the street and got hit by a car. Your heart sinks and your face flushes. You feel like you're gonna cry. Davey: we're hoping he isn't hurt........or dead. You cover your mouth with your hands and gasp. Jade notices. Jade: you okay? You: i sould be asking you that.....Jade: he'll be fine. He puts his arm around you and starts to rub your back gentley. Davey then starts driving so fast you think you're all gonna crash and blow up. You guys arrive 5 streets and 2 tickets later to St. Lawrence Hospital, where Hunter is being taken care of. You 4 burst through the front door and run up to the lady at the front desk. You: (pant pant) we're here to see Hunter Burgan. Lady: okay...let me see where he is. She pulls out the keyboard and clicks all the keys like she's trying to race typing with the girl next to her. Lady: yes, yes....Hunter's in very bad condition. You heart sinks once again, this time making a single tear roll down your face. Jade then starts to rub your back again, trying to get you to calm down. Lady: he's been in the emergency room for 3 hours now....i'll let you know when you can see him. Davey: ok, thanks. You go sit down in one of the taky, pink chairs in the waiting room. It made you think of the ones in the Kentucky Star lobby. You bury your head in your hands and begin to cry. You cry for Hunter. You cry to Jade, Davey, and Adam, you cry for your parents, who also died in the hospital. You then see Jade sit next to you. You hug him, hoping he'll give you strength to face your weakness. Sorrow. You feel Jade begin to lightly stroke your face. It feels relaxing, taking some of that sorrow off your shoulders. You see Davey and Adam standing, talking to one another, looking not too happy either. You then hear the lady at the font desk call Jade. You hear her say you can see Hunter now. You follow everyone down a long hallway with the same salmon pink-colored doors. You then see Adam turn into one of the doors. You look in. You see Hunter lying in a bed, tubes up his nose and both of his arms in casts. Fuck. He won't be able to play bass. You then turn and cry into Jades chest. Jade puts his arms around you was you weap from the painful sight. Davey rubs your back, also. You then hear a ruffling of sheets behind you. You turn around. You see Hutner open one eye. Your heart leaps with joy. Your ego now begins to sing to you. ALLELUIA! ALLELUIA! You see Adam walk over. Hunter: (whispering) what happened? Adam: i told you to always look both ways before crossing the street. Hunter shows a weak smile and you walk over and stand next to Adam. Hunter looks at you, both eyes fully open now. Hunter: Hey Erin.....long time no see, huh? You smile. Your too happy for words. Your presence is joined by a doctor with a big nose and thick-rimmed glasses. Typical doctor. You all take notice and look at him, waiting for him to say something. Doc: okay, Hunter, you seem to be in very bad condition. Jade: tell us something we don't know. You jab him in the stomach so he'd shut up. Doc: anyway, both of your arms are broken in 7 places. Davey's eyes go wide, Adam raises his eyebrows, Jades mouth, along with yours, drops in shock. Adam: the who'll play the bass. You all stand there wuiet. Jade the looks at you. You raise an eyebrow. You: what? do i have something on my face? Jade: you know how to play bass, don't you? You eyes grow wide. You do. You: you want me to.........no. i couldn't. Davey: you have to. Hunter: i'll teach you everything, as soon as i get outta this damn hospital. You smile at his comment. You: fine, i'll do it. Everyones faces light up. You: but if you get tomato's chucked at you because i'm not Hunter, don't cry to me. Jade looks at you like this (-_-), which makes you laugh. You look at the clock on the wall. 11:30. Man, you're tired. You see Jade sitting in a chair and he motions you to come over. You walk over and sit in his lap and put your head on his shoulder. You can feel and smell his breath. Minty ;). You look up at him. Jade: you tired? You: no...i'm exshaused. Jade smiles and kisses you on the forehead, sending shivers up your spine. You rest your head on his shoulder and drift off....soon falling asleep.You wake up, not hearing your radio or cellphone, but the feeling of hot air on your neck. it was Jade, who was asleep. He looks so hto when he's sleeping XP. You get off his lap and strech, causing your shirt to ride up. You pull it down, making sure nobody saw. You walk over to the side of Hunters bed, you see him sleeping. He almost looks dead. You stare at him when you hear a noise behind you. You turn around, scared, to find.....ADAM SNORING!!!!!! You try so hard to burst out laughing. Eventually, you ran out of the room into the hall and laughed at nothing. You walk in to see Jade awake. You're still not trying to laugh. Jade walks over to you. Jade: (whispering) what's so funny? You: Adam's snoring. You then hear the same noise again and Jade's now the one not trying to burst with laughter. You then see Adam wake up. You two get serious faces on. Hunter then wakes up, making a moaning sound. Hunter: oooo my arms. Ow. davey walks in, drinking something but you're too lazy to look. Davey's then followed by the doctor. Doc: okay Hunter, you're free to go. So you guys leave, Hunters arms both in casts. Jade: you gotta get ready. You: why? where are we going? Jade: on tour...you're playing the bass, 'memeber? You then suddenley remember. You: yeah...i gtta get some stuff first, k? Jade: alright. Jade is now driving (thank God....Davey, i luv ya to death but you just need to drive better lol) and you're sitting next to him. You've never performed before. Your nervous and excited. More xcited then nervous, though. You pull in to the parking lot of the Kentuky Star hotel. You look at the sign. The same star is rising and falling. You love the motel. You love the creaky stairs and the tacky furniture. it just seems like........home. You get out of the car, running through the lobby, up the creaky steps to your room, where you see everything in it's place, like you left it. You then grab a duffel. You shove clothes in the duffel. Along with some makeup. You put in your laptop and grab your bag. You look at your room. Bare but messy. You: well, until next time. You then close the door behind you and proceed to the car.....AND I'LL STOP THERE!!!! THANKS A BUNCH FOR TAKING PART 3!!! STAY sXe!!!!!!&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/7402583766585157343-2996708510301104084?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/2996708510301104084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=2996708510301104084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/2996708510301104084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/2996708510301104084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-ch3.html' title='A story Ch.3'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-4498129660164977796</id><published>2007-06-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:29:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story Ch.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So i left you were you just met the wonderful Jade Puget..right? ~!QUIZ STARTS!~ You hop back in your car and drive home, thoughts running through your head..~holy shit...i just met Jade Puget...the REAL Jade Puget.....what the hell is he doing up here in Montana? Lord knows why ANYBODY lives in Montana~ (if you are a quiz taker from Montana.....i apoligize deeply.....) ~I wonder if he's gonna call me....did he studder when i asked him a question? does he like ME??? Who knows....~ You then return home and you go up to your room, awestruck. You then flop on your bed and begin to day dream about anything.....you and your friends causing trouble......eating nachos....Will Ferrel...WTF??? As soon as you see that you shoot back into reality. It's now 5:30. Your hungry. You then grab a snickers energy bar off the counter and a diet pepsi outta the fridge and you watch tv and eat silently. You're watching Invader Zim...one of your favorite shows. You then get caught up in the tv cause there was an Invader Zim marathon on. You realize it is now 9:30, way before your bedtime (lol). You decide to go to the local coffee shop The Bean and have a lattee. You change your skirt (because it's now cooler out) into some black and red pants (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product_zoom.asp?zmItem=202958&amp;itmDesc=Kik+Girl+Black+And+Red+Mesh+Strap+Pant"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.hottopic.com/store/product_zoom.asp?zmItem=202958&amp;amp;itmDesc=Kik+Girl+Black+And+Red+Mesh+Strap+Pant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;) and a plain black hoodie and leave. You arrive at The Bean and walk inside. You see 2 buisness men talking, a college student on her laptop, and a maitence worker sweeping the floor. You order a lattee and sit a one of the tables. You take a sip. Bitter and dark. You like it. You look outside to see a couple of street lights and a Budweiser sign from the Applebees across the street. You then hear Jane's Addiction Just Because faintly playing. You realize it's your ringtone. Your cellphone's ringing. You reach in your bag and take it out. You see on the caller ID it said UNKNOWN NUMBER. You decide not to answer it. You then get up and leave with your lattee. You leave and go home. You return, yet again, and take off everything except your undies and your bra and you throw on a HUGE ti-shirt that's got a painting by Picasso on it..here's the painting &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/product/zoom-asp/_/PD--10024180/posters.htm?ui=96053B0691334C7A95BB615D179E3ED4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://www.art.com/asp/product/zoom-asp/_/PD--10024180/posters.htm?ui=96053B0691334C7A95BB615D179E3ED4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;) with a pair of pj bottoms with cherries all over them. You crawl into bed. Your head on your pillow felt like a cramp letting go....relieving (sp?). You then start to think about your day with Ash and Emily...how happy you were, compared to when you were 14. You thought about your mom always being there for you and your dad always making you laugh. You then think of Jade. How happy he made you feel today since the day you last saw your parents. You really enjoy that feeling. You then fall into a deep slumber..... You are awaken by the sound of.......not your radio, but your cellphone ringing. You get pissed anf reach for it. Forgetting to look at the caller ID, you pressed TALK. You: *sleepy voice* hello? Person: Erin? it's Jade. You shoot up and you're now fully awake. You: oh....hi Jade, what are you doing calling me this early? Jade: It's 11:30. You: oh...Jade: why? did i wake you? You: uh, no, i just lost track of time.....so why'd ya call? Jade: oh...i was calling to see if you were doing anything. You: what's today? Jade: Sunday. You sigh because you don't have to work. You: ummm....no, i'm doing nothing. Jade: wanna go somewhere? You: okay.....how 'bout the mall. Jade: You have a mall? You: yeah, i'm suprised, too. Jade: alright then....you want me to pick you up? You: sure.....one good? Jade: one's fine. You: okay then... You then say your goodbyes and you slop on your bed, still not fully awake. You then force yourself in the shower and you then get dressed in a Cure tank top with some black pants and pink chucks. You pull your hair back in a ponytail and put on some pink eyeshadow and black lipstick. You then go in the parking lot and wait for Jade. While waiting, you look around. You see the Knetucky Star sign again and the same star rising and falling. You look across the street. Same gas station cleverly named GAS and the resteraunt next to it mercifully not called EATS but the Applewood Diner. You then see Jade pull up in the parking lot. You run to the car and sit in the front seat. Jade: you live here? You: yeah, i'm used to it. You then see someone in the rear-view mirror. You turn around to see 3 other people....you're guessing the rest of AFI. You smile. You regognize them all right away. Jade: oh yeah, that's the res of 'em...Davey, Hunter, and Adam. They all say hi as so do you. You then all strike up a conversation about favorite bands, movies, etc. After what seemed days of driving, you reach the mall. You guys browse random stores and buy some stuff.....all that. You then see a place where they do tattoos and piercings. You want your nose really badly. You: Jade, you mind if i go in here? Jade: for what? You: i want my nose pierced. Jade: i'll go with you. You: ah, the buddy system never fails. You laugh.....so does Jade. You: where's everyone else? Jade: i dunno, Davey's probably baby-sitting dumb and dumber. You laugh and go in the tattoo place. You then see a guy with a tattoo of a falimg skull on his head and practially 2000000 tattoos and piercings. He's wearing a Cradle of Filth ti-shirt. Awesome. he looks at you two and walks over. Guy: can i help you? You: yeah, i wany my nose pierced. Guy: piercings are my specialty. You: i can see that. The guy chuckles and you follow him to the back of the shop where theres a black leather chair. You sit in it and the guy starlyses the needle, get the earring, blah blah blah. You see Jade standing on the left of you. Jade; you nervous? You; are you kidding me? I got my tounge pierced already, this should be nothing. You show Jade you tounge to show him you're not lieing. The guy the comes over and makes a mark on your nose for the exact placement of the piercing. Guy: okay, take a deep breath. You do as he says and the needle goes through your nose. You feel a quick, sharp pain but it soon fades away. The guy then puts some stuff on it to make it less painful. Guy: you okay? You: yup, just fine. You pay him and then leave. Jade: looks awesome. You: i know. You look at your refelection in a shop window and smile to see yourself with your nose pierced. You then see the other 3 come from outta nowhere and they look at you. You; what? Adam: you look different.....Hunter: did you cut your hair? Davey: no, retards, she got her nose pierced. They look at you closely. Hunter: AWESOME! I WANT ONE!!! Everyone but Hunter laughs. Hunter: what? You guys then see some guy selling band merch at a stand. You go over and look. You see concert tees from Korn, Slipknot, Metallica, Mairlyn Manson, and other people. You see buttons and patches and wristbands and hoodies, all that good stuff. You then see an Atreyu ti-shirt you REALLY want but you have no cash. Damnit. You forgot your credit cards. Fuck. You get pissed and kick the wall. Jade: why'd you fo that? You: i want this ti-shirt but i have no money....Jade: I'll get it for you? Your face brightens up. You? really? Jade: sure....which one? You grab it, it looks like this &gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://interpunk.com/itemzoom.cfm?Item=15196&amp;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://interpunk.com/itemzoom.cfm?Item=15196&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;). Jade buys it for you and hands it to you. When you grabbed it you accidentally touched Jade's hand. it was all sweaty. Ick. You: Jade, your hands are sweaty, you alright? Jade: yeah, i'm fine....You then return home. You invite Jade to come up to your room, eve though it's a messa dn very small, while everyone else went ot get something to eat across the street. Jade follows you through the tacky, old, main lobby and up the old, creaky, metal stairs to your room. You open the door and see your same old room. Jade follows you in. You sit on your bed and Jade sits next to you. You guys strike up a conversation anout everything and anything. You tell him about your parents dying and you sister and your friends and you hardships. Jade: wow....i feel so sorry for you. You: yeah, me too. You look deep in Jades eyes. You then lean in but interrupted by your room door knocking. You then get up to see who it was....AND I'LL STOP THERE!!! THANKS DUDETTES AND STAR sXe!!!!!!!!!&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/7402583766585157343-4498129660164977796?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/4498129660164977796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=4498129660164977796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/4498129660164977796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/4498129660164977796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-ch2.html' title='A story Ch.2'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-6701085023370499104</id><published>2007-06-22T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:28:21.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story Ch.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So...your day starts when your alarm clock starts playing Girils Girls Girls by..who else...but the crue....Motley Crue. You slam the sleep button and look at the time...9:30. You don't go to work until 3:30 so you have 6 hours to kill. You get outta bed and go to your kitchenette and make some coffee with the brand-new coffe maker your sister got you a couple weeks ago. You go sit out on the porch and look at the usual surroundings...A tree with 6 leaves on it, the motel pool with some people in ti, the highway, and the Kentucky Star hotel sign. It's got a yellow star falling and rising over a piece of blue neon in the shape of Kentucky. You then go inside and hear the phone ring. You think it's either your boss, sister, or one of your friends..the only ones you gave your number to. You pick up the reciever. You: Hello? Person: Heey Erin, it's Ash. You: hey Ash....why calling so early? Ash: what? did i wake you? You: no...Ash: whatever, hey, i'm in town with Emily (her daughter..she's married)...just the 2 of us....Jeff and Brandon (her husband and other son) went to Cape Cod to do something..er...i forget..anway, you mind if we stop by? You: you're in Glassgow? Ash: yeah.....You: by all means..okay then, come by sometime befre 3:30. Ash: okay, cya later. You: k...bye. You hang up and search your closet to get dressed. You pick a plain black tank top with a checkered Dickies skirt, or i call it the emo skirt, (if you look down the page you'll see it..it says Christi Wide Waist Mini (Black/White Checkerboard) Skirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://interpunk.com/dickiesgirl.cfm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://interpunk.com/dickiesgirl.cfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?) and some low top chucks. (it's july right if ya'll were curious). You then brush your hair and leave it down and put on some eyeliner and Happy Bunny lip gloss. You then go on your laptop..a gift of yours from Tara, and decide to look at random stuff. You look at the clock....11:15. Shit. You gotta look for your sister and niece. You then go out of your room and down the old, creaky, metal steps (you're on the 3'rd level) as usual and into the main lobby. You sit in one of the floral, designed chairs and wait for their arrival. You look around. You still see the same sky blue walls with the mysterey stain on the ceiling and the same tv on the front desk with the news on. Same fake flowers in vases and same travel brochures nobody ever takes on on a table in piles. You then see Ash and Emily walk in through the door. Emily then spots you and she runs over, throwing her arms around your neck. Emily: HI AUNTIE ERIN!!!! You: hi Emily? How are you? Emily then invites herself to sit on your lap. Emily the goes on about things in school, things ash bought for her, etc. You know how little kids are, right? (oh, she's 6 btw). Ash then comes over to you. You: Hey Ash. Ash: hey Erin...whatcha been up to? You: work..stuff... You then get into a coversation with Ash and Emily. You: hey....i'm starved..ya want ice cream? Emily's face lights up like she just saw the world's biggest lollipop. Emily: YEAH!! can we mommy? Ash: sure. You then hop in Ash's car and drive to the local ice cream shop.... You guys are eating outside when you realize it's 2:30.....fuck. You have to get to work. if you're late again you're gonna be fired. You: sry guys...i gotta get to work. Emily: awww why&gt; You: because i need the money. Ash: yeah, Emily, we got to get going..you have to go to Sara's party tomorrow, right? Emily: YEAH! we need a present. You: Excactly. you go fins Sara a present now, k? Emily: alright. Ash then gives you a ride back to the Kentucky Star and you hurry to your room to get ready. You put on your workshirt...a black polo shirt with white along the rim of the collar. You figure it looks good with your skirt..so you keep it on. You pull your hair back and re-apply your makeup and hop in your...yes....mustang. You pull in to MOVE GALLEREY and still see the same ol' sign with the stolen L's in GALLEREY so now its MOVIE GAEREY. You walk in and see David behindn the counter, giving change to a customer. You walk in feeling the nice air conditoning compared to the July heat. You; what's up david? David: *without loking up from register* when did you get here? You: just now. Where's Henry? (your manager)I gotta tell him i'm here. Henry pokes his head outta the back room. Henry: (slightly screaming) tell me what? You: i'm here. Henry: YAY! ERIN'S FINALLY ON TIME!!! You give him a glare but what you really wanna say is "shut the fuck up" but knowng if you say that, you can put your carrer in jeporady. So you just dropped it. You then work for until 6:30 and you get hungry. You and tara decide to take a lunchbreak and go to this place called California Pizza. You think it's hilarious how Montana's idea of "culture" is having different names of states like "Thius was made in Chicageo" or The kentucky star opr California Pizza. I really hope that makes sense, people. But anyway, you and Tara go and talk and stuff. You tell Tara about Ash and Emily and she thoink's Emily's adorable. You: so...doing anything this weeked? (shit..i left out a HUGE detail...Tara and Chad are brother and sister..oops) Tara: Chad and I are going home for a coupkle weeks to visit the family. You: i wish i had a family to visit. Tara:i know....You: but anway....so it'll just be me and David, eh? Tara: looks like it. You: fuck...oh well...You guys finish dinner and youdrive back to the Kentucky Star. You get bored and decide to call David, see what he's doing. David: Hey Erin. You: how did you know it was me? David: Caller ID...what's up? You: i was wondering what you'll be doing this weekend. David: going home to Buffalo. You: you, too??? David: yeah, it's my Uncle's birthday. You: oh...David:kid of unfortuante for you, eh erin? You: yeah...well...i'll cya laters. David: k..bye. You hang up and flop on your bed. It's just gonna be you this weekend. ~!THE WEEKEND!~ You wake up to the sound of Cold by Crossfade on the radio and you decide to just let it play. You then hop outta bed andgo in the shower. You come out wearing a black sXe tank top with black dickies pants and low top black chucks. You then put on some eyeliner and grey-tinted lip gloss and grab your favorite AFI bag (i actually have this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=42626&amp;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;http://interpunk.com/item.cfm?Item=42626&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;) and head out to your favorite old record store. You walk in and don't see too many people. Some guy with a long beard and a skull tattooed to his left shoudler blade...or a fourth memeber of ZZ Top (lol) and some other neighberhood kid wearing a yankees hat and then a guy with a brownish hair with a birght piece of blonde hair in his face and wearing a The Cure ti-shirt. ~Finally, someone who likes the same music as me~ you think and you search for records. You don't find too much so you just browse. You then find velvet revolver's new one, Contraband. You get that and Guns N' Roses' The Spagetti Incident?..You then go up to pay and you walk out. You look to make sure you got everything, not realizing you bumped into someone. You go down with a thud. You then see a hand with black and pink nail polish on it. ~Must of bumped into some chick~ you think and grab the hand. But this is no chick, man...this is (chrous in the backround singing alleluia) ~!JADE PUGET!~ You didn't know it was Jade at the time cause you've seen many Jade wannabe's and impersonaters. You: i'm so sry. Jade: it's ok...this always happens to me. You: really? Jade: not everyday..but most of the time. You: uh huh....you look familiar...have i seen you somewhere? Jade: probably....any gigs? You: probably.....what's your name? Jade: Jade....Jade Puget. You: I'm Erin...wait..Jade Puget? Jade: yeah..You think and remember...the guitarist of AFI...you almost stop breathing. Your show your state of shock on your face and Jade laughs. You: oh my god i KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! Jade: how come you didn't regognize me? You: because most of your fans dress like you and do their hair like yours...Jade: now that is envy..You: i know. You then hear and see someone calling Jade. You couldn't tell who it was..they were too far away. Jade: i gotta go, not to be rude, but can i have your number? You: sure. You take out a sharpie and write you number on his..........arm! You thought i was gonna say hand, huh? Jade the leaves and you stand akwardly, taking in what just happened. OKAY BITCHES, THAT'S PART 1 AND THIS IS WHERE I END IT!!! STAY sXe!!!!!&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/7402583766585157343-6701085023370499104?l=my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/feeds/6701085023370499104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7402583766585157343&amp;postID=6701085023370499104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/6701085023370499104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7402583766585157343/posts/default/6701085023370499104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-sweet-friendly-tears.blogspot.com/2007/06/story-ch1.html' title='A story Ch.1'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-5107812935415143534</id><published>2007-06-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:27:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was at school this is what happened everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok so today at school was sooooo depressing for me but fun at the same time so I went to REACH thats what we call homeroom at our school well some of us anyways and then I thought I forgot to do some work so Ilike just started to write an essay for geography and Mrs. Fekany my HR teacher just slams her hand on my paper and crumbles it up and says "DO you k=not know the meaning of homework?" and I said "NO?" and then she was like "Yeah right quiet trying to act smart with me and are you chewing gum again?" I siad "no" and she said "open your mouth" and I did then she said "oh so you swallowed it and I said no I was chwing on my tongue cause I was and then she writes me up a lunch detention for 2 weeks one week for supposebly chewing gum and another for lying cause she thought i was lying and then the bell rung and I had to go to geography Mr.Ferrel and on my way i saw Tyler Peck he's so Cute I totally adore him and then I walked to geography and just sat there oh and I was wearing my white Roxy shirt with the Roxy heart sign in the front in green kinda paint splattered ish and black tight pants my black etnies with the E white and E outlining turqouise blue and the my shoe string is also turquoise blue and then an tight white sweater with two black thin lines running down the sides of the sweater and then my hair was like kinda straight and I had my bangs over my right eye anyways so i always sit in the back by myself then the bell rung and Brianne Weny Nancy and I walked to Math Mrs.Strucks class and we got our seats changed for talking then I fel asleep anyways lunch came and I sat with Brianne and Allesha and then we went outside and I jumped over the patio brick wall it's only like a 2 feet high and then I run over people when it came to rush hour at school and I tripped over my own shoe then I ran after Taevon and Allen and we sat in the smae table and we got moved for laughing and talking and singin micheal jackson song and tyler also got in trouble with uss for doing the same thing then n my way to intensive math my bf broke up with me and made me cry then Sam kept looking at me he's such a hott ass and was worr ying about me and Elane and Daniall and Neysha said he cared for me and likes me and me laugh then Mrs. Brietinbruck let me walk around the campus and then Band I did nothing at all but look at everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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everyday'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03204824538987941227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://cdn-91.cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users13/jadepuget01/default/msg-116499563516.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7402583766585157343.post-8644122425137416161</id><published>2007-06-22T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:28:13.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my Idol'/><title type='text'>Jade Puget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the last 2 years all I can think about is my band and getting them together I want to meet this exciting job down my journey of sorrow hate attention and fitting in all I ever think about is this man name Jade Puget and How I wanna someday meet up to his high standards being a famouse and all I would love to meet this man face to face and his really pretty girlfriend Marissa Festa for the last 2 years of my life he has become a major role in my life i don't do anything without thinking what if Jade was here how would i do this or what if jade doesn't like people who do that or what if jade wouldn't want you to do that it's either that or what's jade doing or something like that but other than that I'm looking through pictures and singing to thee music and practicing his moves and converting them to my own kinda moves by adding different styles I look up to this man as if he where a god which for me he kinda is he's above all things my idol he's an excellent singer and he moves without missing a chord and he jumps and gets hurts and if he does pause he picks right back up with the chords and stuff i just would love to be as good as he is like all i do is try and learn how to skateboard anyways but i could sing you any song you put out for me in lyrics and have the beat of the music or a differnet beat i can pick up to anything reall fast except for umm skateboarding tricks and basketball and football and nvm anyways this man I love and I know I'm too young only being 14 and all but I'm in that age where we get caught u with mature situations and how to handle pressure and geting used to our hormones and stuff so but no I really admire him not only for all that but because he actually is the only on in the band I can relate myself too and because he went to college and got a degree which has been my dream to do I want to get a masters and a phsycology degree too and if theres one for music then for that too!!! but umm yeah so now you have a little idea about what goes on with my my dream is to be as good of a rockstar as Jade probably even better by a tiny tiny tiny little bit and umm also I wonder if he eats tofu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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