<?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-5936059</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:47:26.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Was Not So Weak</title><subtitle type='html'>Blessed are the Shallow, Depth They'll Never Find</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107803460659681352</id><published>2004-02-28T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T22:06:20.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your dirt removes my blindness...you're pain becomes my peace...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107803460659681352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107803460659681352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803460659681352' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107472027980076570</id><published>2004-01-21T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:26:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm home from school today.  Migrane headache.  Anyway...on to more important things.  We currently have two shows set up.  One is in Febuary and the other I think is in March.  We're gonna be playing with some bands that are pretty big.  Over It and Park.  One is at Hipsters and the other is at Earl's, both in Odessa.  I have no idea which band we play with on which day...actually I have no idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107472027980076570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107472027980076570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472027980076570' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107387991570960679</id><published>2004-01-11T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T19:58:56.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...long time.  I love Chrissy.  Yeah.  And I have a new sn on AIM.  It's SewedItUp.So if you wanna talk that's how.  Thursday...I shouldn't have to say anything else.  Until next time...whenever that may be.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107387991570960679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107387991570960679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387991570960679' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107189403268930556</id><published>2003-12-19T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T20:20:47.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think twice before you touch my girlCome around I'll let you feel the burnThink twice before you touch my girlCome around Come around, no moreThink twice before you touch my girlCome around I'll let you feel the burnThink twice before you touch my girlCome around...No more...We practiced today.  Rukus N Bravo was great.  Other songs weren't fun at all, but we haven't practiced in so long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107189403268930556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107189403268930556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189403268930556' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107163492779655352</id><published>2003-12-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:22:21.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is this hard? She spreads her loveShe burns me upI can't let goI can't get outI've said enoughEnough by nowI can't let goI can't get outWait till the day you finally seeI've been here waiting patientlyCrossing my fingers and my t'sShe cried on my shoulder begging pleaseThink twice......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107163492779655352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107163492779655352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163492779655352' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107101241721383257</id><published>2003-12-09T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T15:29:54.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So push the seats back a little furtherI can see the head lights comingSo push the seats back a little furtherRoll the windows down and take a breathI can see the head lights comingThey paint the world in red and broken glass...Understanding In A Car Crash...We finished our demo....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107101241721383257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107101241721383257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107101241721383257' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-107031506029529203</id><published>2003-12-01T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:44:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Staring at the setting sunNo reason to come back againThe twilight world in blue and whiteThe needle and the damage doneI don't want to feel this way foreverA dead letter marked return to sender</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107031506029529203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/107031506029529203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107031506029529203' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106962714434494482</id><published>2003-11-23T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:39:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  I hadn't intended to post, but since I'm here, might as well.  Uh...I'm a sleepy kid.  I wish I had a guitar...Craig needs to come home from Lubbock already.  I got the new Blink 182 cd yesterday.  Just like I said before, it's awesome and amazing.  I'm enjoying it at this very moment.  Yes...I got some new pants from Old Navy.  That's a darn good store.  Great prices, awesome clothes.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106962714434494482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106962714434494482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962714434494482' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106951293403985395</id><published>2003-11-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T06:55:41.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's Saturday morning.  It's 8:14 AM right now.  I wasn't able to sleep in.  I have no idea why, but I'm not to happy about it.  Now, I'm just sitting here typing and listening to Name Taken, amazing band by the way.  My plans for today basically consist of going to Midland with my mom.  She has to go get some shoes to go with her new dress that she got for the wedding next weekend.  I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106951293403985395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106951293403985395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106951293403985395' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106858644512320316</id><published>2003-11-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T13:34:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Missing school is fun.  Finally finishing Defensive Driving is a relief.  Hearing word that a record lable contacted us is ALMOST unbelievable.  Getting to record a newer better demo is gonna be freakin' awesome.  I can't wait.  First things first though, we have to pracitce.  A lot.  I haven't played my guitar or practiced singing in a while so I probably suck bad.  But anyway, I'm sure after a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106858644512320316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106858644512320316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106858644512320316' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106841234726048874</id><published>2003-11-09T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T13:12:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm....not much to say but I wanted to post anyway.  I've come to realize that I hate it when people try to make me do something I really don't want to do.  Now, maybe they do it because they say I need it, or I need to do it, but regardless of what they think, they don't know what I want or need.  There are people on both sides pulling at me trying to get me to do what they want me to do or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106841234726048874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106841234726048874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841234726048874' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106831412305747852</id><published>2003-11-08T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T09:55:26.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've come to some sort of a conclusion in the past few days.  It's better if I explain it.  I've been listening to all these songs about girls and stuff.  And usually when I hear them, I think about a girl that I may like.  But here lately, I've been hearing them, and I haven't been thinking about a girl.  Well, maybe just one, but that's all like...in the past.  So I try not to think about her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106831412305747852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106831412305747852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831412305747852' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106815161447239799</id><published>2003-11-06T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T12:46:57.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's finally starting to turn around.  With the coming of this cold weather, good times and better days have also come along.  I feel pretty laid back right now.  Not really worrying about what's gonna happen in the days to come.  Confidence...I think is all that I'm lacking.  I would change but a few things if I had the power to do so.  I'm almost positive though that in the coming days I won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106815161447239799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106815161447239799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815161447239799' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106773097301571074</id><published>2003-11-01T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T15:56:15.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's no use to fight it anymore.  I can't do it...I can't last.  If I keep trying I'm just gonna get worse and worse.  I  couldn't last if I tried.  That's it...I'm out.  I'm through with this.  I would just like to get through the next few weeks....just to get through them.  What's the point?  I mean seriously, why am I living life this way?  I shouldn't be, but I am.  Oh well, it's not like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106773097301571074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106773097301571074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106773097301571074' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106766372364463340</id><published>2003-10-31T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:15:25.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn it...All I wanna know is why.  Why can't I stay happy?  I'm going along for a few days, doing just fine.  Then, today it all was like a waste of time.  But I'm glad I was happy for a bit.  I hope more of those times will come a long and last longer too.  I really don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now.  Kind of a somewhat disappointed, sad, angry, with a touch of happiness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106766372364463340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106766372364463340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106766372364463340' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106746050144490475</id><published>2003-10-29T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T12:48:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been listening to Incubus a lot lately.  They're the most talented band I've ever heard.  They've got the best singer I've ever heard, the best drummer I've heard.  I can't really say that I have heard the best guitarist but they have one of the best that I've heard.  Their DJ is amazingly talented, just like the rest of them...and when you throw in an awesome bassist like they have...you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106746050144490475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106746050144490475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746050144490475' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106731113240086847</id><published>2003-10-27T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:18:53.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  I'm making it.  It's getting better and better.  I might even start enjoying A days.  I would really like for that to happen.  Aright, I'm ready to start having fun with my friends.  I'm ready to be doing fun stuph on the weekends.  Just tired of not having fun.  I mean, this town is nowhere close to being fun.  But it's time I started making do with what I have in front of me.  I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106731113240086847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106731113240086847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731113240086847' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106721758973810836</id><published>2003-10-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T17:19:50.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm falling prey to tempation.  And I'm falling away from the happiness that once surrounded me.  I've done things this past week...that I don't think certain people would expect of me.  But, I'm not living to satisfy other people.  I was put here on earth, to serve God.  Which, I haven't been doing very well lately.  This weekend I found happiness for a few hours.  But it came in such a way, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106721758973810836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106721758973810836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106721758973810836' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106703320540325524</id><published>2003-10-24T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:06:44.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Music expresses that which cannot be said, and which cannot be suppressed.""Music fills the void."Two very awesome quotes.  You should appreciate them.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106703320540325524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106703320540325524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703320540325524' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106696671878540620</id><published>2003-10-23T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T20:52:31.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well here we go again.  I'm back where I started from.  Music is what makes me, me.  Music is what makes me think and what keeps me out of trouble.  Music is my life right now.  Sometimes, if I concentrate hard and long enough I can imagine myself with my band playing on the Warped Tour.  I can see us, day in and day out for three months, traveling to a new town each day, sleeping on a bus, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106696671878540620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106696671878540620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696671878540620' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106685953210027936</id><published>2003-10-22T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:03:45.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out this band called A Thorn For Ever Heart.  They're really really good.  No lie.  I found them on John Seth's blog.  All credit goes out to him on this discovery.  You deserve a pat on the back and a slap in the face for this one.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106685953210027936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106685953210027936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685953210027936' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106685815830968416</id><published>2003-10-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T14:29:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...I knew I couldn't keep from posting just twice a week.  Anyway...for some reason...well I really know why but refuse to say, I'm in a good mood.  It feels pretty cool to be happy after all this time.  Yes, indeed it does.  I can't even explain it...it's really weird.  I'm still trying to figure out a few things and still trying to find out what I want.  But I'm pretty damn sure that it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106685815830968416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106685815830968416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685815830968416' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106677095724841269</id><published>2003-10-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:25:09.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well...no Justifide/EastWest concert for me tonight.  It sucks...cuz for the first time in a long time I've actually wanted to go out and do something.  I think it'd be way awesome to get out of this town for a few hours.  But oh well...there's always other concerts.  It's disappinting though because I have been wanting to go this concert for about a month now.  It would've been way fun to hang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106677095724841269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106677095724841269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677095724841269' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106661203896358290</id><published>2003-10-19T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T18:07:46.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find it really interesting that the music I listen to explains everything about how I feel.  It's like those artists wrote that music because I can't.  It's an interesting, yet awesome feeling.  I really don't know how to explain it...like a lot of things lately.  I'm left wondering what's gonna happen to me in the coming years.  I've made quite a few plans...but I'm not sure if I'll be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106661203896358290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106661203896358290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106661203896358290' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106645767076764813</id><published>2003-10-17T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T08:30:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is getting to be pretty repetative.  But there's really nothing else to write about.  And getting this out makes me feel somewhat better.  Sorry to all of you who read this thing.  Sorry for making it so "depressing" but that's all that seems to be surrounding me right now.  If you don't like it, then you don't like it.  I can't say anything about that except that I don't care.  I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106645767076764813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106645767076764813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106645767076764813' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106633835919177132</id><published>2003-10-16T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:05:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha...ah shit yeah!  I like System of a Down.  It's fun to listen to them while playing GTA Vice City.  Ah...loads of fun.  Makes me want to kill some people.  Good thing there is this game right?  Haha...jk.  Yeah...anyway.  So...all of sudden she's gonna ignore me?  Just like I'm not even there.  FUCK that!  That's a load of bull shit you know?  I mean, what the hell?  I didn't ever say I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106633835919177132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106633835919177132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633835919177132' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106627095337858400</id><published>2003-10-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T19:22:33.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mad f***ing props to Josue.  You're one bad a$$ mother f***er dude.  And you're much appreciated.  Hell yeah...always down for the one on one.  He isn't afraid of a damn thing.  And that's not the only thing that makes him one of the coolest friends I've ever had.  DMX said it best, "Always down for the one on one..."  Ain't no one like DMX.  He raps about a lot things that hit close to home in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106627095337858400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106627095337858400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106627095337858400' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106616766298836642</id><published>2003-10-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T14:43:17.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My gosh...if she only knew.  I she could only see...if only I weren't so stupid.  I couldn't have possibly been that special to her.  I'm just blind to see how.  I don't know how anyone could think that highly of me...but she did.  Part of me almost wishes she hadn't.  But a lot of me is glad she did.  Damn...I was stupid...but, I have to live with what I've done.  Was it just a summer thing?  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106616766298836642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106616766298836642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616766298836642' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106608967241120937</id><published>2003-10-13T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:23:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate you...You never thought I could.  I never thought I would.  I don't need you anymore, I don't want to be ignored.  I don't need one more day of you wasting me away....with all apologies.  Take all your faithlessness with you.  Just give me myself back...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106608967241120937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106608967241120937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608967241120937' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106607999899992161</id><published>2003-10-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:19:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can't...I wouldn't. We can't...I shouldn't. I want...you need. You don't...know what to do. Peices missing...incomplete. You can't see. When will it mean to you? I'm blind, you're through. Too much, to soon. Step up, thrown down. And we start all over again. No remorse...much regret. I'm seen through, one day at a time......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106607999899992161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106607999899992161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106607999899992161' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106606452044569114</id><published>2003-10-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:02:00.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well hell yes.  I'm in a good freakin' mood.  My brother just called me and told me happy birthday.  And that just made feel even more better than I already do.  It's great.  I haven't felt this happy in a while...a LONG while.  About a year ago is when I was this happy I bet.  Actually, I'm happier than ever before.  And having my beautiful baby niece makes it even better.  I'm off to go eat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106606452044569114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106606452044569114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606452044569114' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936059.post-106605710528139017</id><published>2003-10-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T07:58:25.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nEW BLOG...YEAH...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106605710528139017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5936059/posts/default/106605710528139017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardtoseeup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605710528139017' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08402896224060203373</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
