<?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-6235278828807649754</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:57:20.508-08:00</updated><category term='white bitch'/><category term='orangelo'/><category term='dick and ball skootch'/><category term='fuck'/><category term='Shakesperian'/><category term='one-up'/><title type='text'>&amp; you're in my head...♥</title><subtitle type='html'>This is diary of a crazy, sexy, random, band-&amp;amp;-sitcom junkie chick named Kristin E. Staples aka KristaVolpe.&lt;br&gt;
♥*™</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8594868038490468784</id><published>2012-01-25T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:05:48.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH MAN.</title><content type='html'>The only reason I keep this site around is to follow my friends who still use Blogger, but if you'd like to read about me go to http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com. I tend to update decently and detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got it? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;♥*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8594868038490468784?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8594868038490468784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8594868038490468784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8594868038490468784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8594868038490468784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2012/01/woah-man.html' title='WOAH MAN.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7251816531355369489</id><published>2010-08-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:47:46.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:o!</title><content type='html'>I love how I go a couple months without updating here then come back with so many new stories! :D When we last left off I was getting over Casey, still stuck on Lvlien while planning to move closer to him for college, and Dollface &amp; I were inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...the update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most amazing boyfriend ever! Seriously, this one is going to last. We have so much in common [both personality and interest wise], my family loves him, and I know I love him too! His name is Justin, and without him I'd be so lost. He's really there for me through everything, and I know he loves me for me. We met while I was hanging out at FMCC and he was taken but liked Tawny. Long story short, he dated Tawny for 3 weeks, they broke up, I waited a few, then ATTACKED! Okay, not ATTACKED! but I did ask him out and he said yes :D Friday we will have been together for one amazing month, which y'all know is a big feat for me these days. I'm just so glad he's happy with me and we make each other happy :D&lt;br /&gt;No other guys matter to me anymore, but I might as well fill you in on the Casey and Lvlien fronts. Casey dated The Uggo and abandoned me until they broke up, to which I told him I was happily taken :3 Lvlien became too busy for me and no longer speaks to me. Oh well. Like I said, no one else matters except Justin to me :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollface and I just talked for the first time in nearly two months this morning. We've just both been super busy. He's getting ready to move to college in Massachussetts and still working as well as doing Rubix competitions. I'm so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll let you all know a secret:&lt;br /&gt;I've been using Tumblr and Wordpress more so in the past couple months so if you want to keep up follow me on there.&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;http://kristavolpe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;And as always I still Twitter: @KristaVolpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7251816531355369489?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7251816531355369489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7251816531355369489' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7251816531355369489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7251816531355369489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/08/o.html' title=':o!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4414315292279330226</id><published>2010-05-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:02:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"'Cause I'm lonely &amp; I'm blue, I need you, &amp; your love too..." ~ Fontella Bass!</title><content type='html'>Call me a weirdo but I love older music. For real, anything from the 1950s, later 1960s, scattered 1980s, 1990s, and early to mid 2000s (and the occasional new song/artist) make me a happy panda :D Working at Rite Aid I hear a bunch of songs I've come to fall in love with...like "Rescue Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here it goes. I'm sorry, readers; I've lied to you on several occasions. I said "Casey and I are done, I'm done, No going back" but he started texting me again, saying he loved me and that he's always loved me, he wants to marry me, blah blah blah, so what do I do? Granted, I know dang well he's a lost cause, I still take him back and wanted to help him. Today he stops talking to me, deleted me from Facebook, and refused to answer his phone. This time, I'm SERIOUS! I'm done. I can't take this anymore. He's got multiple personalities or Bi-polar or something seriously mentally wrong with him that I'm not able to help solve (yet; Psychology is what I'm going to college for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I'll say to you is you've lost all your chances. It's been a nice 7 months of being your on-again/off-again girlfriend when the Uggo doesn't want you or when you're aroused, but I cannot emotionally handle this anymore. My friends hate you. My family definitely doesn't approve of you. I need someone better, someone more mature, and someone who actually wants to be with me for the long haul. So &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;goodbye, Casey William La Foe&lt;/span&gt;; it was fun while it lasted. Maybe, in time, our paths will cross again and we can at least be friends, but for now you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FOR MY NEXT TRICK...&lt;br /&gt;MVCC accepted me, which means I'll be moving out near Lvlien in September. This could be good or bad. Good, because we'll be getting to know each other more. Bad, because he called me "obsessive" and a "stalker" the other night :( Can't say that's the first time I've been called that but it hurts. I think he's over that though since he told me yesterday that he wants us to be friends right now, which I'm trying to be. It's hard when you live 2 hours apart *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like Dollface and I. I wish we could hang out more, but he's just over an hour away from me, doesn't have unlimited gas money, and I don't drive yet. Somehow, though, we make our friendship work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dollface, he was just in a Rubix competition yesterday and I believe he placed fourth :D Congratulations, I'm proud of you! &amp;hearts; Next he goes to Nationals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! Last night, I hung out with Tawny, Anthony, my friend Josh from Georgia, and my ex Billy. Just hanging out with Anthony reminded me of old times...but not really :( I don't know, it just felt different to me, like he was distant. I guess that's what happens when you don't hang with someone for 3-5 months. We need to hang out one-on-one and rekindle the friendship, I think :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I'm going to lay down and maybe call Trevor or someone I haven't called in forever.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4414315292279330226?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4414315292279330226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4414315292279330226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4414315292279330226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4414315292279330226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/05/cause-im-lonely-im-blue-i-need-you-your.html' title='&quot;&apos;Cause I&apos;m lonely &amp; I&apos;m blue, I need you, &amp; your love too...&quot; ~ Fontella Bass!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7935626594991594278</id><published>2010-05-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:10:14.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who would win in a fight - a big, strong guy or an invisible fat guy? " ~ Dr. Burton [Ed]</title><content type='html'>By request of Dollface I've returned here :P I've been updating my LiveJournal more often nowadays because I can do so right from my phone [ahem, Creators of Blogger, take notes! ;D].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELLLLLLL...&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I are officially not speaking and are over FOR GOOD! Seriously, I can't take his drama anymore, and he seems to have found a new girl to use anyways. Good for him, have a nice life. Lvlien are still talking on occasion; sometimes I feel like he's more interested than others but it's also because we haven't seen each other in person in a month almost. Once I go to college out there it'll all be okay :)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do plan on going to college in the Utica/Rome area. Mohawk Valley Community College. If all goes well, I'll transfer to a Rite Aid out there and everything will be all hunky-dunky :P&lt;br /&gt;Also, recently I've gotten back in touch with an old friend from 2008, Chris. He used to live in Florida but now he's in Virginia. We talked for a good 2 hours almost last night and I'm hoping he calls me again tonight :) For real, he makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollface and I have gotten so much closer over the past couple weeks, and I love it! Here's what I wrote about him in my LiveJournal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;  What I'd really like to tell you about is my favorite person in the  entire world. All my life I've wanted one friend who I felt completely  understood me without getting annoyed. Cindy came close but even I knew  she got annoyed with me sometimes, and now we're both just super busy  and never see each other. Cora was also on this list, but we never get  to see each other and are so different with a lot of subjects best  friends should agree on. No, my closest friend is a guy named Alex or,  as I like to call him, Dollface. The story? Simple. He and I met through  &lt;a id="link_12" href="http://okcupid.com/"&gt;http://okcupid.com&lt;/a&gt; back  in March when Casey &amp;amp; I weren't talking. At first I was super in  like with Alex; serious that kid became my everything for about a week.  Then one Friday night I was really stressed out so I told him about it  and he came to Fort Plain! Meeting him was so much fun! I wouldn't have  the events of that night any other way; the waiting at Rite Aid all day  just for him to show up, the walk on the dark path to find Sherry, the  cops yelling at us for parking in a closed park, the hour long drive  just for McDonald's at 11pm to midnight, not sleeping, and the hug he  gave me at the door of my job the next morning. Best night I had in a  while. Nowadays he and I talk about everything and anything. Without him  I'd be super lost and my life would suck. He knows more about me than  anyone else ever will. He is my rock, my go-to guy, and I love him. Best  friend ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOHOH!! I cannot believe I left this out!&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, there was this show on NBC called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt; that I fell completely in love with. Well, like all the shows I get into, it only lasted 4 seasons then disappeared :/ The other day I did a random search and found the COMPLETE SERIES to download. I'm now in the process of putting them all on DVD and watching them. I feel like I'm back in middle school again. It's so great! If you've never heard of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;, I forgive you; not many have. Just Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, my friends, I depart to load the dishwasher and lay down because I started to feel dizzy :(&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7935626594991594278?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7935626594991594278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7935626594991594278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7935626594991594278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7935626594991594278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-would-win-in-fight-big-strong-guy.html' title='&quot;Who would win in a fight - a big, strong guy or an invisible fat guy? &quot; ~ Dr. Burton [Ed]'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5469356085239102070</id><published>2010-04-29T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:39:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No, she's dead. This is her son." ~ Kurt from GLEE!</title><content type='html'>And it's back to me being on my own again. Casey ran away, it seems. My text messages and phone calls go unnoticed, which is just proof that he and I aren't meant to be. Honestly, I could've told you all that much sooner but whatever. Lvlien and I are still talking so I'm remaining hopeful and trying to not get super attached yet, which we all know is difficult for me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is just proof I need to concentrate on me, myself, and I for a while. I can like the guys, and heck I can even love them, but maybe a relationship isn't perfect for me right now. And my standards are going to go way up. I want someone like me; someone who wants love and all that, someone who can be random and giggle at stupid, corny things, someone who likes to cuddle more than have sex. Honestly, that sounds like Dollface but he and I are just friends, and we're happy that way.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who can sit on the phone with me for hours and not get bored. Someone who will watch my favorite movies and television shows with me, even though I've seen everything a million times before, just so they can understand me more. Someone who will go to concerts with me and protect me against the mosh pits. Someone nice, cuddly, and dependable (no, dude from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt;, that doesn't mean I won't sleep with you eventually!). Someone who will help me support my ice cream and energy drink habits, and enjoy them! Seriously, like I said, I want the male version of myself. He's out there...hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kyle has deleted his Facebook because I won't date him, or so it seems. Seriously, that was so high school and I'm sorry but I had to move on. Can't stay pining over one guy forever unless he's going to sweep you off your feet right then and there, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done ranting. Time to get the kitty ready for the vet. My Dewey decided to fight with neighborhood cats and get injured *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5469356085239102070?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5469356085239102070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5469356085239102070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5469356085239102070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5469356085239102070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-shes-dead-this-is-her-son-kurt-from.html' title='&quot;No, she&apos;s dead. This is her son.&quot; ~ Kurt from GLEE!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6822883001849616848</id><published>2010-04-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:27:36.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random venting session at 12:30am</title><content type='html'>The old adage says "Old habits die hard". Well, in my life, it seems to be "Exboyfriends don't know when enough is enough". For instance, just when I start to get over one of them, 3 of them come out of the woodwork and begin attempting to woo me back. Seriously, some of them I've dated 2, 3, even 4 times; it's just a hopeless cause if we got back together. I can honestly tell you how it would end and when, and that's pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;For right now I'm living the "Whatever happens, happens" lifestyle, and I'm loving it. I get to be me and not have to answer to anyone over anything. Yes, I still look to Dollface, Cora, and now Lvlien for advice, but that's a given. I don't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the answers to everything, and sometimes they seem to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got no strife; I'm loving life. Could you say the same?" ~ Smash Mouth :)&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6822883001849616848?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6822883001849616848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6822883001849616848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6822883001849616848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6822883001849616848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-venting-session-at-1230am.html' title='Random venting session at 12:30am'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3547430928916735814</id><published>2010-04-27T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:21:27.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's 3 AM, She won't put out, Let's go make-out with her friends, Make-out with her friends..." ~ Mindless Self Indulgence!</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday I've had a new-found love of the band Mindless Self Indulgence. I've always liked them but now I know they're happy and bouncy...even if the lyrics aren't. This song just happens to be my main ringtone for the day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Used at Northern Lights last Wednesday and it was amazing! Getting hit in the head with a shoe was totally worth meeting them afterwards :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met my friend from online in person, Lvlien. Seriously, he's a really great guy and I like him lots :D And to think he seems super shady but that's just because you have to meet him in person to understand. He came and picked me up, took me to his apartment, hung out with me for almost 10 hours, then brought me home. Most fun I've had in forever, and his friend's pretty cool too :) I can't wait to hang out with him again! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey has decided to come back into my life (surprise, surprise). Seriously, though, I'm confused about him; one minute he's all fine and dandy, and the next he seems confused too. Lvlien thinks he could be a bit bipolar. *sigh* Also, Kyle has decided he's in love with me too. I'm thinking this is a bit ridiculous. I know what I like and what I want out of life. I just need a guy who can accept that and still want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm freezing. It's starting to feel like winter again here :( Please, for the love of God, don't let it snow anymore! :'(&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3547430928916735814?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3547430928916735814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3547430928916735814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3547430928916735814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3547430928916735814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-3-am-she-wont-put-out-lets-go-make.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s 3 AM, She won&apos;t put out, Let&apos;s go make-out with her friends, Make-out with her friends...&quot; ~ Mindless Self Indulgence!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8896160755042624500</id><published>2010-04-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:52:42.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And that's why Your eyes (I'm over it) Your smile (I'm over it) Realized (I'm over it, Over it, Over it)..." ~ Katharine McPhee!</title><content type='html'>Normally I wouldn't listen to or quote this kind of music, but for real it's so fitting for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Casey decided to come back into my life and say he still loves me and wants to give me another chance (big shocker there) so like a puppy I went back to him with the thought every girl has in this situation: "Maybe it'll be different and better this time". Different, yes; there seems to be another girl who gives him affections over Facebook, and in all honesty, I'm done. Seriously, I need someone who actually wants to be with me for good and isn't going to leave me every other week only to come back and do this whole thing all over again. It's ridiculous. And I'm sick of it.  I do love him, don't get me wrong; he's one of the only guys I could really say "I love you" to and not regret it, but he doesn't seem to really love me. Like Dollface and I decided, maybe there's more than just me and the other girl he's "mackin'" on. For real, though, I need a decent guy. I'm done with these boys who only want one thing and/or who can't make up their minds.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm in a relationship with myself on Facebook :) Only I can love me like I want to be loved, in every way, shape, and form. And that is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* So much angst and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8896160755042624500?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8896160755042624500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8896160755042624500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8896160755042624500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8896160755042624500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-thats-why-your-eyes-im-over-it-your.html' title='&quot;And that&apos;s why Your eyes (I&apos;m over it) Your smile (I&apos;m over it) Realized (I&apos;m over it, Over it, Over it)...&quot; ~ Katharine McPhee!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-270932793964047792</id><published>2010-04-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:09:52.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?..." ~ A Rocket to the Moon!</title><content type='html'>I'm up at FMCC for the day, while Tawny is in and out of class. I also have a slight cold and sound like a pubescent little boy due to lack of voice but I'm going to make the best of my day :) That's all we can do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I rewatched GLEE season one to gear up for season two, which I saw the first episode of as well :P I'm going to make copies of that season too when all the episodes are out. And I'm seriously considering auditioning; like Dollface and I said, the worst they can say is "You suck." Once I don't sound like a pubescent boy I'll post a video for it :) *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;I've also been talking to one of my exes, Dan, and things seem to be looking up, although we do have a lot to catch up on. He and I haven't spoken in almost 3 years I believe...yes, A LOT has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I spot an Andrew-Kitty :D&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-270932793964047792?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/270932793964047792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=270932793964047792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/270932793964047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/270932793964047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/does-he-let-you-tell-him-all-your.html' title='&quot;Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you&apos;ve seen it a million times?...&quot; ~ A Rocket to the Moon!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1593722180002709871</id><published>2010-04-13T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:41:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Some will win, Some will lose, Some were born to sing the blues..." ~ GLEE!</title><content type='html'>I KNOW MY SUBJECT SONG IS ORIGINALLY BY JOURNEY! I just happen to be liking the Glee Cast version better nowadays. That show has been my obsession for the past couple weeks or so, and if I'm correct they're still holding auditions on MySpace. I'd love to audition but I know I'm not good at singing or dancing, so I'll live vicariously through my friend Matt and make him audition because he's AMAZING at both :D For now I shall just settle for being a GLEEk and watch the new episode later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. So.&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I are talking again, or at least we're trying to. It's a trying process I think; too much history between us. My ex, Billy, asked me out today and I told him I'm not looking for a relationship of any kind right now, which is true; I'm sick of being hurt and thrown to the curb after 2 weeks. So now this new guy, Garrett, is texting with me and getting annoyed that I'm just not looking to immediately jump into a relationship with him, but like I said...don't want to get hurt. Now I have trust issues. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I think James is off my phone plan now. I was going to kick him off yesterday but he convinced me that he was leaving it today to go on his father's phone plan so I hope that's what happened. It's not that I hated having him on; it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE STARTS BACK UP AGAIN TONIGHT! :D I just have to wait for Hulu to have it online later so I can watch it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1593722180002709871?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1593722180002709871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1593722180002709871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1593722180002709871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1593722180002709871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-will-win-some-will-lose-some-were.html' title='&quot;Some will win, Some will lose, Some were born to sing the blues...&quot; ~ GLEE!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7455559143227525196</id><published>2010-04-07T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:47:45.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sex in stereo, Don't turn the radio down" ~ All Time Low!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've listened to All Time Low but Dollface just texted me asking what a good ATL song is, which is like asking me to recite the Declaration Of Independence :P I love All Time Low, especially "Remembering Sunday". I remember the first time I heard that song; it was at a Pops Concert while I was still in High School and a kid named Josiah played it on guitar with an introduction that said "This is for my girlfriend, because her hair smells like cinnamon". Ahhh, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty good. I got up, got dressed, and took a bunch of pictures to which I will show you a couple of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xbFvLAGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7O8SheS3AZw/s1600/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xbFvLAGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7O8SheS3AZw/s320/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457572664909168738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted a picture with Dollface. He sent me a text message. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xa78GfiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rDCAyXPNVTA/s1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xa78GfiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/rDCAyXPNVTA/s320/two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457572662279044642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xa9f3z-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_eMU_1dxJ5I/s1600/one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xa9f3z-I/AAAAAAAAAgw/_eMU_1dxJ5I/s320/one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457572662697512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm improving in looks :) The one where my head is tilted has to be my favorite :D&lt;br /&gt;Then at 4:15 I had an orthodontist appointment. The doctor tightened every wire in my mouth so I'm a little sore right now :/ Then when I got home my littlest brother threw a DVD at my face so my entire head hurt. At 6pm I went to SHIN3_Live where I saw my friends Matt, Emily, Chris, and Stephanie, and I also ran the projector with the song lyrics so everyone could sing along. Catchphrase of the night was "There's an app for that!" thanks to Emily. When I got home at 8 I ate dinner and did dishes, in which I broke a ceramic container :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today my sister and I uncovered my old journal I wrote in for about two years during classes and such when we lived in Amsterdam. In it is a bunch of stuff about Elijah (my first boyfriend), Donny, Zach, Dan, and random people before I got into blogging online :D It's so funny to read it now because in some aspects I'm exactly the same and in others I'm completely different. Like, back then, every other entry I was like "Oh no, Elijah's going to leave me?! :(" which would then be followed up with a "Yay, we're still together! :D:D:D" entry maybe 30 minutes after. Nowadays, I tell you all about the break up a week later :P I'm still as clingy and whatnot, but back then it was to the extreme! :o Also, I'm going to start saying "Jell-O" and "Cherry lollipops"; don't understand? You'll catch on ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I'm going to go back to check what Tawny said back to me on Facebook :P&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;♥*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7455559143227525196?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7455559143227525196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7455559143227525196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7455559143227525196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7455559143227525196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Sex in stereo, Don&apos;t turn the radio down&quot; ~ All Time Low!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S70xbFvLAGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/7O8SheS3AZw/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8805884601643952708</id><published>2010-04-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:56:03.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quickie [part 2938298]</title><content type='html'>I don't even think Dollface reads this anymore, considering the fact that he's always super busy and I hardly update :/ But yeah...anyone else even read this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;I've begun exercising with the Wii Fit recently and am loving it! Although my abs burn and ache like crazy I know this is just the beginning of great things to come (like actually looking attractive in a swimsuit :o) and a healthier lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;No dating or boys for me for a while. I'm done with the drama and just want to concentrate on me. Isn't that just wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Formspring is lacking questions. You all should change this by asking me something in the text box located to your right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8805884601643952708?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8805884601643952708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8805884601643952708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8805884601643952708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8805884601643952708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/quickie-part-2938298.html' title='A Quickie [part 2938298]'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3176166862983393403</id><published>2010-04-06T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:43:29.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'd scream this song, Right in your face if you were here..." ~ Story of the Year!</title><content type='html'>I was going through old blog entries and stumbled upon this list that I seemed to have forgotten in my stream of heartbreaks and whatnot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I FINALLY know exactly what I want in a guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firstly, he should want to be with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be there to hold me through the  nightmare and wipe away the tears that I shed from all the damage I've  been put through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who will sing me to sleep, either on the  phone or in person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who will push me around in the back of a  shopping cart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone who fully accepts me; dreams, wishes, scars,  everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can't walk away from me when I need him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh at my humorous things (I can be funny)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't put me down, ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't  lie to me; it disappoints me more than knowing the cold truth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend  hours on the phone with me, just because it helps him feel close to me,  and I can hear his voice; maybe even fall asleep on the phone with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone  who will make me feel safe...even when I'm not in their arms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We  should have things in common, but I'm very open-minded and willing to  try new things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUST be open-minded; if he's not, he won't be able to  put up with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His looks are secondary, but he should be attractive in  my eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He should tell me I'm beautiful, because he truly thinks I  am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I just want a guy who will simply stand still with  me...as if we're the only two people left in existence...or so we should  feel...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Casey didn't fit this. Andrew didn't fit this. James didn't fit this. Heck, even Spencer didn't fit this. But eventually this is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;So now I must tell myself to stop falling for everyone that bats their eyes at me and calls me pretty. Seriously, I need to find this someday and I won't be able to do that by going weak at the knees for every guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm sick of being screwed over. Like, seriously, one day this guy's telling me he's done with his ex, she's psycho, no more...and then they're back together, happily. I'm done with it. I can't have anymore drama; it's exhausting. Oh yeah...just read a comment he left her on her Facebook. I'm done. They're just one of those couples that will always be a couple regardless of whether they're actually dating or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back later with an update of the past week, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I depart.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3176166862983393403?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3176166862983393403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3176166862983393403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3176166862983393403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3176166862983393403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-scream-this-song-right-in-your-face.html' title='&quot;I&apos;d scream this song, Right in your face if you were here...&quot; ~ Story of the Year!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8334719131654770551</id><published>2010-03-29T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:11:19.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Though some say I will heal over time, it doesn't; Seem too likely..." ~ Celldweller!</title><content type='html'>Almost a week goes by and so much happens in my life. Seriously I wish I could hit a pause button or something and rewind to the beginning of last week and tell myself not to make the stupid mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I going off about mistakes? Simple; things that happened last week could've been avoided with more thought on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday Casey asked me back out and like a puppy I said yes. Dollface and Cora both warned me not to but Kristin never listens, eh? Anyways thinks were going great for the first 2 days; he'd call me each night and we'd actually talk about stuff :D Then came Friday where he didn't talk to me most of the day. Thank God for Dollface or else I probably would've gone insane. He sat there and listened to me freak out over "Where is my boyfriend? Why wouldn't he just text me saying he can't talk right now?!" Saturday started out as probably one of the worst days ever. Work sucked, and for some reason everyone that came in reminded me of Casey, who still hadn't responded to me at all! AT&amp;amp;T shut my phone off at this point, so I used the work phone to call my parents, Dollface, and Casey. Dollface called me back and calmed me down but then when I finally got Casey he screamed at me, saying I'm psychotic and he can't handle it, blah blah blah. Well by the end of the night he dumped me...while I was at the movies with Tawny, via text message. Whatever. Yeah, Tawny and I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bounty Hunter&lt;/span&gt; and it was sooooooo good! :D After the movies and our dinner of McDonald's we stopped at the bowling alley and saw Chris who was drunk and stumbling haha. Good times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the Casey subject, I need to get over him. Like, seriously, he never really loved me apparently and all he really wanted was one thing. Whatevers. On to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just having fun with friends and stuff. We'll see where this leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, my subject for this blog are lyrics from Celldweller, this amazing band Dollface got me into :D GO LOOK THEM UP...NOW! :o&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: Anyone remember Justin Berfield, the actor who played Reese in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malcolm in the Middle&lt;/span&gt;? Last night he was having a live Tweet session on Twitter and actually answered my question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/justinberfield" rel="nofollow"&gt;justinberfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:  RT @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/KristaVolpe" rel="nofollow"&gt;KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: @&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/justinberfield" rel="nofollow"&gt;justinberfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Is there a way to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23SonsOfTucson" title="#SonsOfTucson" class="tweet-url hashtag" rel="nofollow"&gt;#SonsOfTucson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; online for  free, streaming? HULU.COM AFTER AIRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^YESSSSS!!!!! Life is complete! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8334719131654770551?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8334719131654770551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8334719131654770551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8334719131654770551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8334719131654770551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/though-some-say-i-will-heal-over-time.html' title='&quot;Though some say I will heal over time, it doesn&apos;t; Seem too likely...&quot; ~ Celldweller!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6977311698672282285</id><published>2010-03-29T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:48:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie for lulz</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to reactivate my RUMR phone from Sprint and to do so I went online. Here's the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="chattable" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:34:35  PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Hello, I will be more than happy to assist you today. May I  ask is 518-844-1013 the number that you are chatting in about ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:34:38 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Kristin Staples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:34:43 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:34:50 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:34:55 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;For account security and verification, may I please have  the 6-10 digit PIN number on your account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:35:10 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I don't have a PIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:35:30 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;That's ok , How about First pet's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:35:42 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:36:00 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;At least I think that's the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:36:50  PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;That is incorrect, I have just sent the information to show  reject @gmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:37:39 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;realityshowreject@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:37:45 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I never got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:38:15 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;refresh the Internet page &amp;amp; check the mail gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:38:50 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;It's still not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:40:05 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I certainly do apologize, without the account authenticated  I will not be able to activate the phone, However You may sign into  your my sprint account to check the PIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:40:51 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Could it be another PET'S name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:40:59 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:41:06 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;could that be it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:41:21 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;That's it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr  agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:41:32 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Please allow me just a moment to review the account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:41:44 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:42:30 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Is there a way for us to reactivate this account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:42:37  PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;May I please have the ESN/DEC number from your new phone?  It can be found inside your phone under the battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:43:04 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;268435457600112384&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:44:18 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;This account has been canceled since 08-10-2009, may I ask ,  the phone that you would like to activate, is that for this account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:44:44 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Yes. Unless it'd be easier to put it on a new account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:46:20  PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;I certainly do apologize, the account is canceled &amp;amp; the  phone cannot be activated , however you certainly may contact the  Financial Services Department to discuss the balance &amp;amp; activation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:46:43 PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/user1.png" alt="Customer" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr custtext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="custtext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Okay. Thank you for your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="time"&gt;5:47:00  PM  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="icon"&gt;&lt;img src="https://sprint-ap1.cnxchat.com/netagent/client/unified/connextions/imgs/agent.png" alt="Agent" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="brdr agenttext1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; &lt;span class="name"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="agenttext2"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;You are most certainly very welcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....lame. I'll be back later.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6977311698672282285?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6977311698672282285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6977311698672282285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6977311698672282285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6977311698672282285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/quickie-for-lulz.html' title='A quickie for lulz'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7333447184707164000</id><published>2010-03-23T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:49:19.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You may be 20,000 miles away but I can see ya and baby baby you can see me..." ~ *NSYNC!</title><content type='html'>Dollface updated this last night with some of his own opinions, which I think is amazing! Seriously if he agrees I'll make him a partner here and he can contribute every so often or as much as his heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;Currently he and I are going to be working on a screenplay which will be located &lt;a href="http://dollfaceprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so take a look if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now to my life...or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Sherry, Cora, and I all stayed at Sherry's apartment and I think they literally talked all night. I now know Sherry's entire life story, give or take a few details. And even before this, I had Chris come over and he brought a friend. They left within five minutes without even saying goodbye :( I think I suck at life. But anyways, I'm glad Sherry and Cora get along nicely and I hope we can do more interesting things at the next gathering. Oh, and I'm going to need more than 40 minutes of sleep while doing so, just an FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been having weird dreams, like ones where I'm dating Cora's exboyfriend and another where I'm making out with my biological father only to find out he's gay!? Seriously, can anyone make sense of these or am I losing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this is super short. I just don't have much to write about tonight and I have to go do dishes.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7333447184707164000?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7333447184707164000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7333447184707164000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7333447184707164000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7333447184707164000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-may-be-20000-miles-away-but-i-can.html' title='&quot;You may be 20,000 miles away but I can see ya and baby baby you can see me...&quot; ~ *NSYNC!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2746984283448639139</id><published>2010-03-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:26:41.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakesperian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dick and ball skootch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white bitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orangelo'/><title type='text'>I'll think of you in my dreams. You'll never know just what you mean to me.....  ~ IVY</title><content type='html'>"You know what else grinds my gears? ...You America!" ~ Peter Griffin&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, you know what grinds my gears?  The fucking "one-up guy" (a female/male who always has to one-up everything anyone says or does).  Its like, what the fuck!, calm down.  If I say, oh I had to write a 5 page paper, they wrote a 6 page paper, in Latin.  If I say I haven't slept in 2 days, they say they haven't slept in 3.  If I say I made some lemonade this morning, the one-upper says well I grew, watered, and harvested some orangelos then made myself some orangelo juice... Who the fuck does that?  Really, do you always have to dick and ball skootch all over everything I fucking say?  Why don't all you mother fuckers go home and fuck the white bitch some more? &lt;br&gt;                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{[violent scream]}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, fuck thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollface &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2746984283448639139?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2746984283448639139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2746984283448639139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2746984283448639139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2746984283448639139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-think-of-you-in-my-dreams-youll.html' title='I&apos;ll think of you in my dreams. You&apos;ll never know just what you mean to me.....  ~ IVY'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7503318716303927277</id><published>2010-03-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:14:27.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicals, Happiness, and Other Random Thoughts :D</title><content type='html'>Sherry posted this on her Facebook and I think I'm in love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want my life to be a musical much like this one. I'd love it if I had my merry choir of friends and many costume changes and random outbursts of dance! It'd be legendary...who's with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night with Sherry was fun :) Ice cream at 11pm, random phone conversations, internet...&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;The topic of the night was "If two girls were willing to have a threesome with you but you had to wait at least two weeks to do so, could you?". Most guys said they'd wait, only maybe 7 said they couldn't. Men, where is your willpower?! It's not everyday you get offered a threesome (or maybe it is, I don't know all of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to realize that 2010 is going to be my year :) It started out crap; Casey used me, certain people are no longer my friends, college rejected me, etc. But now I know it's only March but seriously this is the happiest I've been in years. I finally know who my real friends are and who I can trust :D And I'm so grateful to have met Alex/Dollface because without him I'd probably still be blah and emo about everything; he's one of the few people who can make me laugh and calm me down when I want to just break everything in sight out of anger. And who would've thought anything good could come from a dating site? Haha! I'm also glad Sherry and I have gotten close again; I've missed having a friend in town I can hang out with and talk to. And of course I still have my Cora who I love and trust with everything, and that boyyy who occasionally pops in and out for an update/laugh :D I'm loving life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for tonight. I feel like going to sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7503318716303927277?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7503318716303927277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7503318716303927277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7503318716303927277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7503318716303927277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/musicals-happiness-and-other-random.html' title='Musicals, Happiness, and Other Random Thoughts :D'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4624324420254119292</id><published>2010-03-16T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:34:31.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boys boys boys, With Hairspray and denim, Boys Boys Boys, We love them!..." ~ Lady Gaga!</title><content type='html'>Eventful day for me :) I know that's a lame way to start but whatever. I had my first of three driving lessons today and the instructor told me I actually did quite well for a first time driver :D I'm excited because once I get my license I can actually go places and see people more!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just mentioning this now: I MISS MY DOLLFACE-MONSTER! :3 Seriously, I know I talk to him constantly throughout the day but I really liked spending time with him in person and cannot wait to do that again. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally had something I was going to go off on but I can't remember what it was now, mainly because I'm kinda distracted by Lady Gaga and the fact that I'm going to spend the night at Sherry's tonight.&lt;br /&gt;OH! I've been using my Tumblr more recently and I'm loving it; click &lt;a href="http://kristavolpe.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see what I mean :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH I remember now! So my lesson was in Schenectady and when my dad dropped me off he basically left me to my own devices and I had no clue where I was! I sent out a frantic text message to Dollface who called me and showed me around via Google Earth, which I love because it's very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lake House&lt;/span&gt; in my opinion :) He's my Keanu Reeves. But still I definitely don't belong in Schenectady at all; they don't even dress like me :o I hope I never get lost there, ever; I'll die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go do dishes and grab a couple things to take to Sherry's tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4624324420254119292?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4624324420254119292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4624324420254119292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4624324420254119292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4624324420254119292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/boys-boys-boys-with-hairspray-and-denim.html' title='&quot;Boys boys boys, With Hairspray and denim, Boys Boys Boys, We love them!...&quot; ~ Lady Gaga!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-909760725776617268</id><published>2010-03-14T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:16:37.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The [mis]Adventures of Dollface, Dharry, &amp; Staples :: Take 1.</title><content type='html'>First off before I start on The [mis]Adventures of Dollface, Dharry, &amp; Staples, I mustmustMUST post this music video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GQ95z6ywcBY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAAAAAATE the concept mainly because it doesn't suit the song too well but it's a great song otherwise. LOVE Lady Gaga! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;Friday was just a super stressful day for me, so I sent out a "I Need A Hug" text message to Alex, Jeremie, and Chris. Well, Jeremie just asked what was wrong and I didn't want to answer. Chris basically told me he wouldn't help me. So...that left Alex, who actually wrote back "Should I come out there and see you?" to which I said "It's up to you" and HE ACTUALLY SAID YES! AHHHH!! Anyways, I finished up work, went home quick to put on jeans and grab a couple things, then went back to Rite Aid. Alex told me he probably wasn't driving home that night and I wasn't about to let him spend the night in his car like he was planning, so I texted Sherry saying we could meet Dollface and asked if he and I could stay at her place, and after a couple hours she said yes. By 8:30, I had met my Dollface in person, introduced him to my Rite Aid family, then went up to McDonald's so he could eat :P Once we finished there I decided to show him around Canajoharie (I know, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; exciting" but he had never been out here before so I think it might have been...?). As we're walking around Sherry calls and says she's walking over from Fort Plain, so Alex and I headed over towards that direction, which was so nice talking along this walk and getting to know each other more :D OMG he thinks it's funny that our bowling alley only says "BOWL" on the roof instead of "BOWLING ALLEY" xD Anyways...really close to Fort Plain I called Sherry back to see where she was and from how she described it she was in Canjo already so naturally we turned around to walk back towards there, but lo and behold a few minutes later she was right behind us with a kid on a bike. So now all four of us headed back into Canjo where we discovered that I cannot walk and change a song on an iPod; I tripped and slow-motion fell onto a curb to which Sherry and Alex laughed almost hysterically at :P We then walked over to Alex's car and tried to get that kid's bike into the trunk but ended up having to take it all apart, and as we were doing so the cops showed up thinking we were high or something, and this is NOT what I needed! Luckily they left, we brought that kid and his bike home, and the three of us left in the car took a 40 minute drive to Herkimer for McDonald's. Yes, I crap you not. "Why?" you may ask. Alex was hungry :P As we were waiting in the drive-thru a mouse ran under the tire and Sherry started freaking out thinking we hit it; we didn't, for all you animal-activists ;] Once finished in Herkimer we drove back to Sherry's place, talked for a couple more hours, and attempted sleep. I got maybe an hour and a half of sleep, Alex claims he got 40 minutes but I think it was more like an hour or two, Sherry slept normally. At 7:30 Alex brought me to work and we said our goodbyes :/ He did say "see you next week" so am I supposed to assume he's coming back next Friday?&lt;br /&gt;Now how we got those nicknames? Simple. My last name is Staples so that's an obvious. I like to call Alex "Dollface"; it's how I have him listed in my phone and also how he lists me in his! Dharry...okay, so it was around 4:30am Saturday and Sherry randomly says "No one ever texts me" then fell back to sleep. Alex whispered to me to give him her phone number and as he went to type her name he accidentally typed "Dharry" instead of "Sherry" and it just stuck for he and I :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was cute; apparently my MP3 player had fallen out of my pocket so he called me maybe 3 minutes after I clocked into work and said "MP3 player". When I got to the door and he gave it to me, he said "I could've kept it as a reason to come back next week but I don't think you could survive a week without it" :3 That made me smile!&lt;br /&gt;Alex says this was the most fun he's had in ages and this was the most random thing he's ever done in his entire life, and I'm so glad I got to be a part of it. Actually I took his random-ginity ;D hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And honestly I think my favorite quote from that night has to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes my blanket has flowers on it, I like the color pink and girls' jeans, and I don't like to get dirty. I have gay tendencies but am not sexually attracted to men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply because that sums up Alex to a T :) I really like him. He makes me smile like no one else can, he's cute, pocket-sized...*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;I really cannot wait to see him again, but until then I'll enjoy our phone conversations :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes The [mis]Adventures of Dollface, Dharry, &amp; Staples :: Take 1.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-909760725776617268?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/909760725776617268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=909760725776617268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/909760725776617268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/909760725776617268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/misadventures-of-dollface-dharry.html' title='The [mis]Adventures of Dollface, Dharry, &amp; Staples :: Take 1.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5759550316313776776</id><published>2010-03-10T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:07:05.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream..." ~ The Ataris!</title><content type='html'>It's funny that not too long after I posted my last entry my day completely took a 180 and I had a blast! No, not with Cindy, Anthony, or Kyle, but with Sherry, Alex, and Cora :) Allow me to elaborate....&lt;br /&gt;I decided since it had been about a week since I had been running that today would be a good day to go do so. Started out nice, listening to some (hed) p.e. in my headphones and I made it to Dollar General where I bought 2 energy drinks. As I'm taking a break walking to the nearby park in the middle of town I had a revelation! "I should text Sherry and see if she's in town!"; lo and behold, she was! After waiting about 15 minutes she showed up and we walked to the apartment she's staying at where an old friend of mine from Amsterdam also lives :) It was a nice little reunion and we talked about old times. Once we were done there Sherry said "Hey, let's walk to McDonald's!" and while I was hesitant at first I called my mom, told her, and we began our journey. About a quarter of the way through Alex texted me saying he was out of class so I made him call me and we all basically talked the entire time we were out :D It was so fun! Then I realized we were going in the direction of the pet store Cora works at so I texted her and she met us outside, and I think all my friends and I are just going to call Alex "Dollface" :P I love it! After we said goodbye to Cora, Alex was telling us he was tracking where we were via Google Earth, so it was like he was taking the walk with us :D It's amazing how cool he is! Finally we reached our destination of McDonald's, where all we bought was a Medium Fry and Coke :P Then came the funniest part of the whole night. We went outside to wait for her mother to come get us and these two old men got out of a van. One came over to us and asked, dead serious, "Excuse me, do they sell hamburgers here?" so I answered, "Yes, and they have cheeseburgers, chicken sandwiches, fish sandwiches, apple pie, ice cream, soda, fries..." and they walked inside very slowly (hello, they were OLD!). Alex was on the phone and all three of us died laughing! Just like in the movies, her mom came at that exact moment after the old men went inside and we all went home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a night I'm going to remember :) As it says on the side of my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;At an attempt to discover who I am, I've found out that friends and lovers come and go...but the ones that are true and that truly love you stick around throughout your entire life. This is a place where I express my love and euphoria towards the ones who have stuck around me through everything; the good, the bad, the weird, the everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that randomly one day during Web Page Design Class but it's so true, and although I may not have many friends I know who's going to stick around and love me forever regardless of what I may do &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I must throw in here that I really miss Chris. He, too, was involved in this story a bit; a couple text messages, misinterpretations, apologies, flirts, and whatnot :) I need to hang out with him soon!!!! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I shall depart.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5759550316313776776?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5759550316313776776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5759550316313776776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5759550316313776776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5759550316313776776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-never-will-forget-those-nights-i.html' title='&quot;I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream...&quot; ~ The Ataris!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7744706285791548894</id><published>2010-03-10T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:47:44.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"&amp; in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends..." ~ blink182</title><content type='html'>Let's take it back a couple years to Summer 2007 when I had the greatest friends of all time :) For me it was always going to be Cindy, Anthony, and Kyle. Although normally Kyle and I just talked on the phone and Cindy, Anthony, and I hung out for a few hours each week that entire summer, I felt like life couldn't get any better. If you need reference, click &lt;a href="http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2007/07/we.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and you'll even see pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking home with my littlest brother today from an appointment he had with my mother, I started to smell that "Just-After-The-Rain" smell the world gets when Spring is about to arrive and it made me sad. Cindy and Anthony don't even talk anymore, which could partially be my fault (long story short, I introduced Anthony to a person Cindy could never get along with, ergo Cindy backed away :/). I miss them. I miss the crazy times in the park, the prank phone calls in his car at 11pm when I know I should be getting inside but don't want to leave yet because we're having too much fun just being together, and most of all I miss the crazy random pictures we'd take all while the Fort Plain police would scold us for being on steps we probably shouldn't be on :( Those were the best nights of my life and I'd give anything to be able to do that again. I know we've all grown up, have jobs, lives, school, romances, babysitting, and reasons as to why we don't get together anymore, but for one night I'd like to; we'd go to Gabriana's and eat pizza there for hours while joking around with the store owner about anything and everything, then we'd go up to the park in town and play Manhunt in the dark and have heart to heart conversations, all DRAMA FREE!&lt;br /&gt;And then Kyle. Oh, Kyle. He and I still talk on occasion but it's not nearly as much or as close as we used to. I understand he's in college now and needs to concentrate so we can't have super long phone calls late at night, and also I don't have my attic bedroom anymore so super private heart-to-hearts are also out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I know it probably sounds like I'm complaining about my life; I'm really not. I do have friends, really good ones at that. Heck, Cora and I feel incomplete if we don't talk at least once a day for an hour. Alex and I are constantly text and calling each other. And, although we really only see each other at work, I know Tawny loves me and would hate working if I wasn't there to spout out something random every so often at her just to make her laugh. I have a really nice life, don't get me wrong. I just miss certain people who seemed to have faded out, so to speak. Anthony is talking about moving to Canada in a year possibly. Cindy's in college and has a wonderful boyfriend who just might be proposing sometime within the next year! :D Kyle is just in college, working really hard and super busy; I let him have his downtime when he can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is...I miss my old life. I do. But I am happy with life as is :3 I may not be in college (or have finished high school :x),  I don't have a significant other, and I'm definitely not moving to Canada (although a visit would be nice ;]), but I do have people I can trust with my life and heart, and that's all that matters, correct?&lt;br /&gt;And to anyone mentioned in this entry, thank you for the memories and the good times :) Maybe sometime we can have a reunion and relive a few of them, eh? &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7744706285791548894?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7744706285791548894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7744706285791548894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7744706285791548894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7744706285791548894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-night-well-wish-this-never-ends-well.html' title='&quot;&amp; in the night we&apos;ll wish this never ends, we&apos;ll wish this never ends...&quot; ~ blink182'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6962988019454193486</id><published>2010-03-09T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:25:55.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give me something to believe in, 'Cause I don't believe in you Anymore Anymore..." ~ Maroon 5!</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why I've been on a Maroon 5 kick today, I just have :) And of course the one song I really wanted to listen to didn't get downloaded properly :/ But c'est la vie, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from listening to Maroon 5 I heard an old favorite song of mine; "The Way" - Fastball. It's a really great song about just picking up, leaving, and never looking back. Now normally I could just go off on a tangent about that but that's not what I wish to rant about tonight. Tonight is about "Age". That song came out in 1999; I was in 5th grade and new to listening to anything other than Hanson and Spice Girls. Since I did go through a stage where it was my "favorite" song I bought it as a ringback tone, among other songs I enjoy listening to. James used to call me frequently and when he heard "The Way" immediately said, "Wow, I haven't heard that since I was almost a freshman in High School!". I then realized how much older he is to me...granted it may only be 4 or 5 years, it's still a considerable gap. He was the oldest guy I've ever dated, but also in my opinion the most immature next to Andrew-Kitty. At least Andrew-Kitty had an excuse; he's a very sheltered 18-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;But that's aside from my point. After realizing how much older James is to me, I then remembered back to High School and my friend Ryan who told me straight-up he'd never date a Freshman when he was a Senior. Well, his Senior year rolled around and do you know what he did? Oh, you guessed correct: He dated a Freshman, who was just out of Middle School. Ugh, I hate liars and hypocrites! Maybe she was a very mature Freshman. I never really got to know her. All I know is she was 3-4 years younger than him and in High School that's a huge deal! A Freshman is just beginning to get the feel of High School and get settled in for the next 4 years, while a Senior is stoked to be leaving in 10 months. Mind-sets are completely different, or at least they should be.&lt;br /&gt;Now the social norm of dating is "Younger girl, older guy". Always has been. For me, that's never the case. Like I said, James was the oldest guy I've dated, and while I've dated a couple other men who have been older than me they never stuck. The younger ones, however, seem to work out better with me. Maybe it's because I'm on their maturity level or maybe it's because when they're younger I feel like I have someone I can take care of and cherish...almost like a child but in a romantic sense. Now when I say younger I DO NOT mean 13 or 14 (although that Justin Bieber kid is lookin' pretty sexy right now ;] KIDDING!); youngest I've dated was 18, and I waited to even express an interest in him until after he turned 18. Like, currently I am interested in Alex (in case you couldn't tell from my Twitters or last blog entry) and he's 19, just about 2 years younger than I am. Is he less mature? Not at all. In fact I think he's more mature than me. Maturity and age are 2 completely different levels, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on a completely different note:&lt;br /&gt;As we all know I use Formspring to kill time by answering usually anonymous questions. Recently the anonymous questions, aside from being poor grammatically, have been rather odd; asking about personal subjects dealing with sex. Yes I know people normally ask that on Formspring but once I say "No I don't like that" the subject should be dropped. But NO! Not with this person...they went on and on for 3 questions, finally attacking my digs at their poor grammar skills. Seriously, when did Formspring become a "Burn Book"? It shouldn't be there for people to stab at you with your own personal business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I shall go back to texting with Alex :)&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6962988019454193486?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6962988019454193486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6962988019454193486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6962988019454193486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6962988019454193486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-something-to-believe-in-cause-i.html' title='&quot;Give me something to believe in, &apos;Cause I don&apos;t believe in you Anymore Anymore...&quot; ~ Maroon 5!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2826640578566281250</id><published>2010-03-08T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:47:53.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Take off your shirt your shoes, Those skinny jeans I bought for you, It's happening, There's nothing left to lose..." ~ All Time Low!</title><content type='html'>I hate that half the time I'm online, I feel like updating here and I just don't. No idea why my mood switches so frequently but it happens. Sometimes I wish I was more focused :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend has been up and down, front front back back side to side (get the reference, win a cookie!). Up: I've been talking to this AMAZING guy named Alex who is by far the closest male counterpart to myself that I've ever found. We think the same, seem quite similar in experiences, and he's just...super uber :) I can trust him with anything and everything, as he can do the same with me. And I don't know why, but I do enjoy calling him "Dollface"; which spawns me into singing "Yeah Boy and Dollface" by Pierce The Veil. No idea why but the opening verse of that song is amazing ("Were you honest when you said/I could never leave your bed?/Wake me up and let me know/You're alive..."). Again...I think I just like calling him that :P&lt;br /&gt;Down? Casey begged to have me back last Thursday (alright, "begged" is an exaggeration but it did take convincing) and I said yes. Well, Friday he basically ignored me and I'm sorry, after everything he did to me I don't trust him at all. Saturday rolls in and still nothing so I called. Naturally he didn't answer (he hates the phone) but when he called me back, as soon as he heard my voice he hung up. I proceeded to get manic-y and called, texted, and bothered him until finally he texted me saying "it's done, I'm through". Whatever, I'm so done with that kid. He needs someone who's willing to let him ignore her and whatnot, and I'm sorry one thing I demand is at least a message or two during the day, stating whether or not we will be talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is texting me at the moment, telling me he's wasted and still going to continue drinking :/ Honestly I can't stop him because I'm not there but if I was I'd be distracting him away from the bar :o He and I need to hang out again...probably not tomorrow since he'll be completely hungover but eventually. I don't think he's moving away anymore so this makes me smile a lot :) I think he and I are going to be really good friends, or at least I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That boyyy and I haven't talked in over a week and this really hurts because I want to tell him about Alex and everything that happened with Casey and get his insight, but no he's gone :( Actually I don't think he's going to talk to me again, which hurts but you know what? It's his loss, I guess. Hope he's happy with the new girl :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I think that's that for now. I reallyyyy need a life :/&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2826640578566281250?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2826640578566281250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2826640578566281250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2826640578566281250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2826640578566281250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/take-off-your-shirt-your-shoes-those.html' title='&quot;Take off your shirt your shoes, Those skinny jeans I bought for you, It&apos;s happening, There&apos;s nothing left to lose...&quot; ~ All Time Low!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1102582933283397762</id><published>2010-03-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:29:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"...It's always the fallen ones, That think they're always gonna save me..." ~ Third Eye Blind</title><content type='html'>For starters, I'm in a super good mood today :) Seriously, it's not the happiest I've been in ages but it's pretty happy!&lt;br /&gt;I think it has to do with Chris, who I hung out with for a couple hours earlier. He's a really great guy...who's moving :( Anyone I get close to ends up leaving but it's whatever; I'll just enjoy him while he's here :) He's one of the few people I feel safe talking with about anything. He doesn't judge me and likes me for who I am. Also, I love watching his facial expressions; you can honestly tell when he's being serious or kidding about something, and I really like that. And it helps that he has a veryyyy cute face :3 Blond hair, blue eyes...I'd love to have him as my boyfriend, but if we don't end up being lovers, at least we'll always be friends :D And I must say...I'm in love with his car, haha! It's a really sexy one and someday I'll make babies with it before he trades it in :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Hannah and I went running around town, juiced up on Red Bull, and ran more, only to have me come home and do some crunches...then more running. I'm serious about the getting in shape plan! I need to lose at least 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got reconnected with the song "Faster" by Third Eye Blind, which is how my blog gets the link &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;isawyougofaster.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;. It's a really interesting song and I just now understand what it's talking about. Basically, here's how I see it: It's describing how Chris is and lives; completely carefree and in the moment...with everything, including sex. Okay, the song focuses on sex but if you look at it innocently it's an amazing song about having ultimate freedom. If you'd like to hear it, &lt;a href="http://kristavolpe.tumblr.com/post/423052690/faster-third-eye-blind-i-stumbled-upon-this"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; and enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, with that I must go feed my kitties and wait for Cora to call me.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1102582933283397762?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1102582933283397762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1102582933283397762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1102582933283397762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1102582933283397762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-always-fallen-ones-that-think.html' title='&quot;...It&apos;s always the fallen ones, That think they&apos;re always gonna save me...&quot; ~ Third Eye Blind'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1343409942107152732</id><published>2010-03-01T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:35:51.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #C2CEDB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (20%) low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (13%) very low which suggests you are overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (90%) very high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global5.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this really suit me? And is it really all that bad to be "overly open" and "overly flexible"? I happen to like my life and the way I am, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;But this does make me think...am I a poser? It says I don't have my own interests which is a lie but really...am I just another sheeple? Oh, and I know I crave attention but it's not as bad as this stupid test made it out to be.&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1343409942107152732?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1343409942107152732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1343409942107152732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1343409942107152732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1343409942107152732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/global-personality-test-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7463109307435005688</id><published>2010-03-01T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:36:40.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Out of the island Into the highway Past the places you won't return..." ~ Vertical Horizon!</title><content type='html'>I think I finally figured out how to link my blog entries into my Tumblr account. If you haven't yet, go get a Tumblr! Seriously they're a lot of fun and can be considered super private (not that Blogger isn't, but Tumblr is more for posting pictures and random items, I suppose). If you do have one, follow me; http://kristavolpe.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that aside, I have an announcement! I...dyed my hair again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4vyDrgZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAf4/H8oy1AvDpGw/s1600-h/gdfgdfgdfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4vyDrgZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAf4/H8oy1AvDpGw/s320/gdfgdfgdfg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443710719639546226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit brighter than before and I've gotten many compliments on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance (because we all know my posts are pretty focused on very few things; me, random pictures, and boys):&lt;br /&gt;That boyyy has found a girl he is currently smitten over. Although they aren't together they might as well be :/ This has killed my tiny piece of my heart that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; left. But, alas, it's not like me to not bounce back. I have decided I really like Chris, even though he's not looking to fall in love right now. Eventually we will be together and it shall be fabulous! That boyyy is just going to be my "What if?" for the rest of my life and maybe that's as it should be...unless I get sneaky panda *shifty eyes* Oh, the details aren't even remotely set up but I can has a plan! :D Definitely more to come about that.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bad because Trevor still likes me, but I just don't like him as anything more than a friend. Yes, he's fun to talk to, we have tons in common, and I trust him, but that spark or whatever you'd like to call it just isn't there for me to him. According to him I'm going to be his greatest "What If?" and I completely understand where he's coming from. See paragraph above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've done some hardcore thinking and have come up with a couple ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;One:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to move to Stuckeyville, OH, at some point in the nearest future possible. The TV Show &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt; took place there and I absolutely fell head-over-heals for that town. Plus I cannot stay in Fort Plain my entire life :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Two:&lt;/span&gt; I need to lose some weight. Seriously, I'm not obese but I'm definitely over-weight and not in shape, and this depresses me because it makes me feel ugly :/ I just need to figure out how to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I've talked your ear off long enough here so I shall depart into the world once again :)&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7463109307435005688?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7463109307435005688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7463109307435005688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7463109307435005688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7463109307435005688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/03/out-of-island-into-highway-place-places.html' title='&quot;Out of the island Into the highway Past the places you won&apos;t return...&quot; ~ Vertical Horizon!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4vyDrgZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAf4/H8oy1AvDpGw/s72-c/gdfgdfgdfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6853535498461921905</id><published>2010-02-23T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:22:06.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When the waves are flooding the shore and I Can't find my way home anymore..." ~ Miley Cyrus!</title><content type='html'>Blah. Meh. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Those have been my emotions all day today and for good reason too.&lt;br /&gt;It all started last night when OKCupid Taylor started obsessively IMing me over and over asking if I was there and finally saying "I love how I waited for 6 hours and you never came back :/". When I answered him, he told me I'm disrespectful and inconsiderate, and I'm sorry; when an 18-year-old boy is telling me I'm disrespectful and who knows nothing about me doesn't sit well with me. So I went to send Cora a text, basically saying Taylor could jump off a bridge for all I cared...only I accidentally sent it to Taylor instead of Cora :o Needless to say, he flipped out saying I don't know him and he's done with me, but I apologized and explained myself and we seem to be okay now. We've been talking most of today :)&lt;br /&gt;Casey just told me that he and I wouldn't be a thing again, which reallyyyy crushed me because I like him a lot. Heck, I even got into YuGiOh so we'd have something to do together :( But it's all good; this is perfect example of how you cannot make someone like you anymore than they already do.&lt;br /&gt;And, to just top everything off, Chris is more than likely moving to Florida by the end of the month :/ Now, I know he and I wouldn't work out romantically but he was turning into a super good friend of mine. Like, when that boyyy wasn't talking to me I'd be talking to Chris about everything and he'd actually listen. Sigh, everyone I get close to runs away. It's a proven fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This would have to be my lowest point. I'm so ready for my high. Seriously, I need to live life and be happy again, and by God I will do just that!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy note of this entry: I rekindled my love of Miley Cyrus when I heard her newest single "When I Look At You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBw5d1WbiXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IBw5d1WbiXk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an extremely beautiful song and really touched my heart :* Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to see if Cora could call me and I can complain about these guys to her, haha!&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6853535498461921905?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6853535498461921905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6853535498461921905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6853535498461921905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6853535498461921905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-waves-are-flooding-shore-and-i.html' title='&quot;When the waves are flooding the shore and I Can&apos;t find my way home anymore...&quot; ~ Miley Cyrus!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5793358260351629097</id><published>2010-02-21T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:22:58.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hell has to notice, your actions and motives..." ~ 10years!</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, the world's worst blogger is back :P Honestly I set out to update here and never do...like, I'll get sidetracked by a text message or Farmville and just...not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my "romance" update (or lack thereof):&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Trevor and Cora up at Pratt University on Friday February 12 and had a blast; felt like I was back in high school again with all the Anime xD Next day I was super tired and emotional so I clung to Trevor like cling wrap via text message. Valentine's Day came around and...I rejected him. Now, I know that sounds harsh but I honestly don't like Trevor like that. My heart has chosen another (who I'll get to in a minute).&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I sort of started dating for a day last week but soon realized that we both want different things. I want to fall in love and all that, and he just wants sex...or sex before discovering if he loves me or not. I just can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;There's this kid from OKCupid named Taylor who seems to be head-over-heals for me, but again my heart has chosen another...&lt;br /&gt;That "another" is none other than my exboyfriend Casey. Okay, so our break-up wasn't ideal but who's break-up is? And yeah we moved super fast in our relationship with the "I Love You"s and such, but I think we've both realized that we do like each other, have a lot in common, and can stand to talk to each other for longer than 10 minutes a day. As it says on my Facebook, "It's Complicated". He doesn't feel ready to be in a relationship right now and I'll respect that; I shall wait for him :) I haven't felt this way about a guy since high school and I'm loving it! He always knows exactly what to say at what time to make me smile :D AND he taught me how to play Yu-Gi-Oh, which I'll admit is super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* And maybe I wouldn't be so confused if I had that boyyy to talk to but lately he and I haven't been speaking...the reason, I don't know :/ I miss him a lot, like we used to talk for hours each night; now, it's silence. And when we start talking again, he's getting a whole mess of stories xD Maybe I'll IM him now and wait for a response...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;AND SUCCESS! That boyyy responded! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Yu-Gi-Oh. I know I'm not the nerdiest of nerds but I'm still a nerd. Casey had said I should get into this card game and offered to teach me so I accepted, not thinking I'd like it as much as I do. OMG It's so much fun! He and I duel over text message almost every night, haha, and I dueled Trevor when we were at Pratt that Friday (and that was the only match I ever won :o!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4ITyR5XD_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/xF7fwc3XGss/s1600-h/magiciansvalkyria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4ITyR5XD_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/xF7fwc3XGss/s320/magiciansvalkyria.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440933054335356914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ My favorite card right now :3 Magician's Valkyria, helped me win my first duel against Trevor. I can't wait to see Casey because he has more cards for my deck (Magicians &amp; Spellcasters), two of which symbolize he and I :] *insert AWWWWW here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, I think I'm done ranting here for tonight because it's now 12:21am and I'm trying to IM that boyyy but it seems like fail :[ Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5793358260351629097?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5793358260351629097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5793358260351629097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5793358260351629097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5793358260351629097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/02/hell-has-to-notice-your-actions-and.html' title='&quot;Hell has to notice, your actions and motives...&quot; ~ 10years!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S4ITyR5XD_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/xF7fwc3XGss/s72-c/magiciansvalkyria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-634516957328639976</id><published>2010-02-10T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:11:12.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Up From Last Night:</title><content type='html'>Simply about Facebook applications. I know, I'm lame.  Remember I had said I love my Cafe on Cafe World? Well I took a screenshot of it today after some modifications and it is GORGEOUS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S3MEXLIpO_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/8AVB2eP1sgw/s1600-h/insomniaticcafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S3MEXLIpO_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/8AVB2eP1sgw/s320/insomniaticcafe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436693971338869746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one of these you should add me as your neighbor and we can visit each others' Cafes :) Same goes for Farmville Farms too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I depart for now :3&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-634516957328639976?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/634516957328639976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=634516957328639976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/634516957328639976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/634516957328639976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/02/follow-up-from-last-night.html' title='Follow Up From Last Night:'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S3MEXLIpO_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/8AVB2eP1sgw/s72-c/insomniaticcafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7276502692085397876</id><published>2010-02-09T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:03:05.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I ain't got the time and Daddy says I'm fine..." ~ The GLEE Cast :D</title><content type='html'>It's been a week or so since my last update, I know, and I'm now updated to keep myself awake so I can harvest my cranberries on Farmville and serve my StarDust Soup on Cafe World. Yep, I'm addicted to Facebook applications and I'm not ashamed to admit it! And my farm is so pretty. I just fixed it up yesterday and straightened the crop-spots and everything :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, we last left me saying "I give up on that boyyy once and for all!", correct? Well I mean...if that's not what you thought that IS what I meant to convey. Well, I'm sorry, readers; I lied. I could never fully give up on him. He will always be my "What If...?" Guy. You know...that guy I always wish I could and wonder what it would be like to be with him but never actually date him? Yep. But more than that, he is one of the closest most trusted friends I'll ever have. We've discovered this on numerous occasions and it was shown again this past Sunday when we had both experienced heartache the night before and ran to each other for comfort, even if it was just over AIM. Without him, I don't think I could say too many people understand me :) And after watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/span&gt; over again I've realized that that is how he and I are going to be whenever one or the other gets engaged/married :P Or at least I'll be the Julia Roberts character and attempt to confess my love to him on his wedding day only to end up happily giving him away to his bride.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow over this past week I've become an object of a couple guys' desires. One guy is mine, Tawny, and Cora's friend Trevor, who I know pretty well and trust. The other is Chris, one of my many customers from Rite Aid who I have flirted with while cashing out but never really could because he had a girlfriend at those points and now he's single and wants me. My question is...why?! Guys, guys, guys...I'm nothing special. I mean, sure, I can make you laugh and smile and okay maybe I'm attractive but why me? This is just my low self esteem making me into a girl but anyways. Right now, I'm just finding myself and enjoying the attention but not in that bad "Oooooh they're giving me attention" kinda way; I just have to be single for a little while longer. In all seriousness it's been over a year if not longer since I was honest to God not attached to a man so a dating sabbatical wouldn't hurt me :D And for once I'm happy with life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't update until after, I'm going to a party with Trevor on Friday and I'm super excited! :D Just wanted to throw that in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7276502692085397876?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7276502692085397876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7276502692085397876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7276502692085397876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7276502692085397876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-aint-got-time-and-daddy-says-im-fine.html' title='&quot;I ain&apos;t got the time and Daddy says I&apos;m fine...&quot; ~ The GLEE Cast :D'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-954402556618902237</id><published>2010-01-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:14:03.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"&amp; to think that you will not be, Scared, FOR YOUR LIFE!" - Alesana</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. Yes, I, Kristin E. Staples, have accepted defeat with that boyyy. Seriously, after 8 years you'd think he would want to try dating me, not be scared to hurt me. He honestly doesn't realize that keeping me hanging like this has hurt me, and unless he reads this he won't know. Whatever, though. Apparently he's not the one, and if he is it's going to be MUCH longer before we're together. I get that he's been hurt in past relationships before, I really do...because so have I! Seriously, if I could remember how many guys told me that we were going to get married, be together forever, they'd never leave my side, that they can't imagine their lives without me, blah blah blah...well, let's just say I could write an excellent chick flick or novel. *sigh* I really really reallyyyy like this one though; giving up on him is probably one of the hardest things I've had to do in forever :/ To be completely honest, I'm only giving up the pursuit; if, by some miracle, he decides he wants me at some point I WILL go for him. Until then, I will wait, single or not. Single, most likely though because let's face it, who wants Kristin the Emo Kid? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "Emo", I got myself back into CHIODOS. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bone Palace Ballet&lt;/span&gt; is an amazing album; if you haven't heard the song "Lexington." GO LOOK IT UP NOW! Other than CHIODOS, I've started listening to the bands Hey Monday and VersaEmerge. I'm not really feeling VersaEmerge but Hey Monday seems pretty decent :) I'm more into bands like Evans Blue, Ludo, and Something Corporate, but I'll always give something new a try :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, I've just been chilling around my house. Nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;People, you need to ask me more questions on Formspring; I have a box set up to your riiiight!&lt;br /&gt;And follow me on DailyBooth and Twitter of course :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my head and ears hurt so I'm going to lay down with Sheldon my phone and IM that boyyy :*&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-954402556618902237?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/954402556618902237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=954402556618902237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/954402556618902237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/954402556618902237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-think-that-you-will-not-be-scared.html' title='&quot;&amp; to think that you will not be, Scared, FOR YOUR LIFE!&quot; - Alesana'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-9048184562680514369</id><published>2010-01-27T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:37:38.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Sing Me Anything. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-9048184562680514369?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9048184562680514369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=9048184562680514369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9048184562680514369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9048184562680514369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_27.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-691637659265467060</id><published>2010-01-26T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:48:39.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::FACT:: Women are no better than men.</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd update this now since I'm expecting a phone call at 9 from NPM (kinda like NPH but his last name isn't "Harris". Get it?!) as I will call him in here :) NPM is one of my exes but we're still friends; he's #17. Like, he and I met, he didn't get along with Anthony, Cindy, and Amber, so we decided we weren't good together. Tonight, while texting, he said he regrets dumping me. Le sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still determined to get that boyyy though. I've worked too hard and suffered too long at this to just walk about from what could possibly be the greatest romance of my entire life. Seriously, 8 years, people. And it's like he understands what I'm feeling and what I'm going through but will NOT give a straight answer as to whether he wants me or not. I know he wants me in bed, he's made that perfectly clear, but I want something a little more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "romance", I have a friend (and yes she's a different person than me) who had been in a relationship with who seemed to be a nice guy for her. Today he dumped her, saying he "just didn't want to date her anymore". Now, if he loved her and truly wanted to be with her, he'd want to stand by her side always...am I right? Girls, the men of today are heartless, only want one thing, and think with the head inside their pants. Sad but very true. We need the good guys that are out there; the Landon Carter's, the Seth Cohen's, the Ted Mosby's, the Marshall Erikson's, and the Lenard Hofsteader's (I just made reference to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Walk To Remember&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The OC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt; all in one post; I'm good :D). Are they out there? Yes, in the men we'd least expect them to be. Would they be our first choices to go after? Probably not, because just like men we too can be stupid sometimes. Yes, women aren't any more superior to men as men aren't any more superior to women; we all make mistakes and fall and get hurt and not do what's right for us. We ALL need to open our eyes and STOP going after "Mr. Right Now" and wait patiently for "Mr. Right" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that, my friends, is what I call a blog entry...haha!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my ears hurt. Anyone else here gauge their ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;♥*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-691637659265467060?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/691637659265467060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=691637659265467060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/691637659265467060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/691637659265467060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/fact-women-are-no-better-than-men.html' title='::FACT:: Women are no better than men.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3583370201722606399</id><published>2010-01-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:51:16.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We French kissed on a subway train, He tore my clothes right off, He ate my heart &amp; then he ate my brain..." ~ Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>I can't believe at first I hated Lady Gaga! She's a genius! "Monster" is my second favorite of her songs, first being "Paparazzi". Like, I get it that she's "mainstream" and "popular" but so what?! Not everything I like has to be independent and unknown....just most of it ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my BIIIIIIGGGGG news...kinda...okay, it'll confuse you as much as it confuses me....&lt;br /&gt;That Boyyy and I had a really long AIM conversation Friday night into late Saturday morning about EVERYTHING; the fact that we've both liked each other forever, that we're both attracted to one another, and everything in between. The weird part? WE AREN'T DATING YET! I mean, seriously, after that long of a conversation and all the feelings being shared you'd think we would start something, but nope. He isn't ready. *sigh* What's a girl to do? I've waited for him to say he likes me for 8 years now (yes, I keep track of everything)...I'm lost at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm just cold....&lt;br /&gt;going to bed now or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3583370201722606399?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3583370201722606399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3583370201722606399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3583370201722606399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3583370201722606399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-french-kissed-on-subway-train-he.html' title='&quot;We French kissed on a subway train, He tore my clothes right off, He ate my heart &amp; then he ate my brain...&quot; ~ Lady Gaga'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1754692248614692587</id><published>2010-01-22T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:34:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is no parasol that could shelter this weather..." ~ Incubus  &lt;3333</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, the song "Oil and Water" by Incubus. It fits so many situations in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, FM denied my Academic Probation so unless I can pay for my classes myself I cannot go. This sucks...a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and even before that, my family and I gave my cat Claire away to a new family :/ I miss her...she's so pretty....:(&lt;br /&gt;[First picture was went she was just a little over 2 months old and the other is from November.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S1p7l_cmDEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qRWBkfm-ZVM/s1600-h/claire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S1p7l_cmDEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qRWBkfm-ZVM/s320/claire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788193365298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S1p7l3FyxbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_oTUzMCy39I/s1600-h/claire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S1p7l3FyxbI/AAAAAAAAAfg/_oTUzMCy39I/s320/claire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429788191122179506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was at Stewart's with my sister and I started thinking about the Hopeless Romantic Hobo I met about a year ago with Cindy, and I wonder what ever became of him? Is he still hopelessly romantic? Did he get the girl of his dreams that he was traveling across country for? Did he even get to his destination?! So many unanswered questions...that will never get answered because I just know the guy's first name :/ I don't think I can Google "Hopeless Romantic Hobo" and get his information :P Maybe I should be a romantic hobo....hmmmm....nah!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "romance", that boyyy and I are still quite close but not together. You see, I've backed off a little (A LOT for what I'm used to doing :x) and maybe--just maybe--he will be mine soon &lt;3333 Sigh, one can hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, with that, I shall depart to go to sleepyland since I need to wake up early to go to work :[ Mehhh!&lt;br /&gt;OH! I want to start an MP3 Email Exchange where we all send each other MP3s and the like. If anyone's interested, let me know and leave me your Email address :3 Please? This seems like fun for me! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1754692248614692587?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1754692248614692587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1754692248614692587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1754692248614692587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1754692248614692587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-no-parasol-that-could-shelter-this.html' title='&amp;quot;There is no parasol that could shelter this weather...&amp;quot; ~ Incubus  &amp;lt;3333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S1p7l_cmDEI/AAAAAAAAAfY/qRWBkfm-ZVM/s72-c/claire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1444420018756670123</id><published>2010-01-21T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:19:29.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jdfklasdfkljf</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to blog about tonight considering I'm really tired and just want to be cuddled or hugged or something :/ Instead I'll give you guys a song to listen to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2kOB6Gf10w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2kOB6Gf10w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good song, good song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe I'll come back tomorrow with something of interest to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1444420018756670123?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1444420018756670123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1444420018756670123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1444420018756670123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1444420018756670123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/jdfklasdfkljf.html' title='jdfklasdfkljf'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5393802101655762203</id><published>2010-01-20T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:01:36.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Sing Me Anything. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5393802101655762203?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5393802101655762203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5393802101655762203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5393802101655762203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5393802101655762203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_20.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-9102211856987366085</id><published>2010-01-19T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:01:31.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::WARNING:: I needed to vent.</title><content type='html'>This is so ridiculous! I was trying to text a certain someone who will remain nameless because once this entry is done we will ALL know who it is, and they were ignoring me. Okay, that's cool; maybe they're legitimately busy. Checked my AIM and they're online, so I drop an IM. Oh, no, they're not legitimately busy; they're gaming so they can't even text me back a one word "okay" or "ttyl"?! Seriously. And I already know what will happen next. They'll text me while I'm asleep and/or call me. Again, WHILE I'M SLEEPING. How, pray tell, am I supposed to be a part of this friendship if we never get to talk? Communication is key in any relationship, romantic or non. And no I won't play the game just to talk to you. For several reasons, one being it's not free. Two being I don't have the attention span for it.&lt;br /&gt;So honestly I'm slightly detaching myself from said person and seeing how well this goes :/ It's not something I want to do; I have to do it. I can't just sit around here, waiting for a text (because you most definitely CANNOT call while playing this game) only to be left disappointed and lonely by not receiving a reply. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::NOTE:: This will probably all be over by later/tomorrow. I just needed to vent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-9102211856987366085?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9102211856987366085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=9102211856987366085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9102211856987366085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9102211856987366085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/warning-i-needed-to-vent.html' title='::WARNING:: I needed to vent.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-602817165042440052</id><published>2010-01-19T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:28:48.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniffle*sniffle*ACHOO!</title><content type='html'>Blah. I hate having a cold :/ It just seems to make everything that's unbearable even more unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, for instance, I had to go up to FMCC for what I thought was a scheduling appointment, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt; Instead it was a pointless "Let's Just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt; If You're Academic Probation Is Finalized" appointment that could've been taken care of over the phone. Of course it's not finalized, and of course I need to get the documents re-faxed in by tomorrow :( Oh, and then when the adviser asked me why I failed the last semester I was at FM and I answered with the honest answer of "I just didn't go to my classes" she replies, "Oh, the committee is going to frown upon that...but you'll still get in, don't worry". Um, really? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would you even bring up that they will frown upon it if there's not a chance of my application being accepted? Seriously, these people make no sense to me :/ If their semester hadn't already started today, I'd go to SCCC (at least I'm pretty sure they started today; Casey goes there and his Facebook status says "Back to school"). At SCCC I know some people who would NOT let me fail, would complete force me to go to classes if I really didn't want to, and it'd be so much less like high school than FM is. Maybe in the fall I'll just transfer to SCCC and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing really happened today. I posted a new picture on my DailyBooth, which if you have one and don't follow me you're missing out :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/KristaVolpe"&gt;http://dailybooth.com/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me. Comment me. Make me [in]Famous. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and never forget Formspring. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt; to interrogate me :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well readers I shall depart into my land of mobile-ness. Tomorrow shall be a relaxing day filled with Super Smash Bros. Brawl and SHIN3 Live :D&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-602817165042440052?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/602817165042440052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=602817165042440052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/602817165042440052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/602817165042440052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/snifflesniffleachoo.html' title='*sniffle*sniffle*ACHOO!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6042830581292354496</id><published>2010-01-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:13:30.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love the Wii...&lt;333</title><content type='html'>Seriosly I'm updating via Wii. That's how desperate to update I am :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I thought for a long time and came to the conclusion that I don't need a boyfriend I get along with and who accepts me. He also has to be able to put up with my quirkiness. Like, for example, I do quite enjoy dancing around my kitchen with my headphones blasting. If he can put up with that and/or possibly join in, that would be true love right there! Honestly, I need someone who FULLY accepts me and that loves me for everything I am :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd...now I leave to go play Super Mario Bros. 3 with my brother XD&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6042830581292354496?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6042830581292354496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6042830581292354496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6042830581292354496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6042830581292354496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-how-i-love-wii333.html' title='Oh how I love the Wii...&lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2855712648461754229</id><published>2010-01-18T18:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:42:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Sing Me Anything. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2855712648461754229?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2855712648461754229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2855712648461754229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2855712648461754229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2855712648461754229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_18.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5315373387691689898</id><published>2010-01-15T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:53:12.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;You know what? I’m done being single. I’m not good at it. Look, obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her. I’ll tell you something though. Say if a woman -- not you -- just some hypothetical woman, were to bear with me through all this, I think I’d make a damn good husband, cause that’s the stuff I’d be good at, stuff like making her laugh, being a good father, and walking her 5 hypothetical dogs and being a good kisser…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ted Mosby&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;; Season 1, Episode 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're wondering why I began this post off with that huge quote from Ted Mosby. Well, I just rewatched that episode of How I Met Your Mother, and it made me realize I am the female embodiment of Ted Mosby. I have been known to drop the "L-bomb" within hours or a mere couple days of meeting a guy, and, to be honest, if you take the statement above and make it into the female version, I think you'll notice it fits me, Kristin (except for the 5 dogs...make it 5 cats! XD).&lt;br /&gt;Is "being a Ted" a bad thing? In my opinion, not really. I mean, sometimes it gets me hurt but honestly I enjoy it; it means I have a big heart and tend to care deeply for people. You know that feeling where you just click with another person? I get that a lot...not because I date a lot of guys, but because with each guy I date I take one or two traits I like about them and try to find someone new with those traits plus many more that I really like :) Being a Ted is a lot of fun sometimes, but not everyone can be :P Some people have to be Barney or Marshall.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; is a show about love in this generation. You have the couple (Marshall and Lilly), the gigolo (Barney), the strong independent female (Robin), and that one guy who's always unlucky-in-love (Ted). We all know people just like each of them, may they be friends or family members, and we love them for who they are. Yes, my Ted-like qualities do annoy my friends on occasion but they forgive me after a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, readers, do you have a television series you've connected with on a level that I have connected to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt; on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5315373387691689898?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5315373387691689898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5315373387691689898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5315373387691689898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5315373387691689898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/legen.html' title='Legen....'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3205644694830884760</id><published>2010-01-14T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:03:42.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wish I felt more together...and that you would love me back :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3205644694830884760?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3205644694830884760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3205644694830884760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3205644694830884760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3205644694830884760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wish-i-felt-more-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5068886436606112917</id><published>2010-01-13T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:37:44.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Sing Me Anything. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5068886436606112917?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5068886436606112917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5068886436606112917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5068886436606112917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5068886436606112917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_13.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7267203694110992367</id><published>2010-01-12T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:44:17.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To score a 10 would be just fine, But I'd rather be dressed to the nines!..." ~ Barney Stinton [How I Met Your Mother] &lt;333</title><content type='html'>This is the only song I've been listening to all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNOG3XIX4Xg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNOG3XIX4Xg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suits The Musical" from last night's How I Met Your Mother episode. Seriously, it made me so happy, and the fact that I absolutely love Neil Patrick Harris just makes it all better &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Cora and I might record me singing it at some point, but I have to do it up right. Really, I want it to be as legendary as the original; I'll need to dress up and dance with a huge crowd and everything :) Ohhh I'm excited already!!! Who's in this with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;I've become addicted to Formspring.me. I really think it's super fun and would LOVE it if people would ask me more questions. The box to do so is in the right-hand sidebar of this site *points --&gt;* I'll answer anything, which you'll notice if you look at my profile on there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Andrew and I had a small fight about the fact that he never really talks to me anymore, which is true because he's always playing WoW. I mean, we talked it over after but still...I don't know. I got really super close to him and didn't want to have to pull myself away. He claims that I'm his only friend, but then why not make time to actually talk to me (text messaging counts to an extent but after a while I need to hear a human voice)? I trust him more than I trust a lot of others but if he's going to be like this....I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;That boyyy and I are quite close nowadays, though. I really like him a lot, always have but he's afraid to get super close to me I think. Maybe someday...in the near future...? &lt;3 sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, in all seriousness I repeat, ask me anything!&lt;br /&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpeDoll&lt;br /&gt;^^ Follow me, like on Twitter :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7267203694110992367?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7267203694110992367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7267203694110992367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7267203694110992367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7267203694110992367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-score-10-would-be-just-fine-but-id.html' title='&quot;To score a 10 would be just fine, But I&apos;d rather be dressed to the nines!...&quot; ~ Barney Stinton [How I Met Your Mother] &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3684680442311183044</id><published>2010-01-12T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:37:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Sing Me Anything. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/KristaVolpeDoll" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/KristaVolpeDoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3684680442311183044?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3684680442311183044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3684680442311183044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3684680442311183044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3684680442311183044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6133196879265655331</id><published>2010-01-11T16:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:31:38.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformity...:x</title><content type='html'>I broke down and joined Formspring, which may or may not be fail on my part. Honestly I don&amp;#39;t think anyone will ask me anything but it&amp;#39;s worth a shot.&lt;br&gt;Ask me anything; in case you didn&amp;#39;t notice, I&amp;#39;m an open book :)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/KristaVolpeDoll"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/KristaVolpeDoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^ Join meh, foo&amp;#39;z!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6133196879265655331?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6133196879265655331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6133196879265655331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6133196879265655331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6133196879265655331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/conformityx.html' title='Conformity...:x'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3618776889465299293</id><published>2010-01-10T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:17:58.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"&amp; the Britney song was on..." ~ Miley Cyrus &lt;333</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I should be sleeping right now because, in the words of Ted Moseby, "Nothing good happens after 2am; when 2am hits, you just go to bed", but I'm talking to that boyyy on AIM and am just not sleepy.  Okay, maybe I am...a little....:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My current Facebook stati says the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I've always been told that once you hit the bottom you have to climb your way back up to the top. Well, my friends (and not-so-much my friends), that is exactly what I will be doing. Forget you who broke my heart &amp;amp; made me cry! Forget you who once loved me &amp;amp; so quickly gave me away! Forget you who backstabbed me! I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;And that is exactly what I'm going to do! Earlier I had tried asking Andrew back out, but he claims to be "content being single"  so maybe I should honestly try that as well. I don't need a man to complete me, and I sure don't need anymore heartache and tears from failed relationships. I know who I'd like, but right now I'm concentrating on me...and as soon as it starts, school :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Alright, blogland, I'm going to sleep (which is code for "I'm going on Mobile AIM to talk more with that boyyy" :P)&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3618776889465299293?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3618776889465299293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3618776889465299293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3618776889465299293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3618776889465299293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/britney-song-was-on-miley-cyrus-333.html' title='&quot;&amp; the Britney song was on...&quot; ~ Miley Cyrus &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6680340831682343641</id><published>2010-01-07T21:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:39:57.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this works I'm a genius...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m attempting to update through my phone so we&amp;#39;ll see how well this turns out :)&lt;p&gt;--&lt;br&gt;==================================================================&lt;br&gt;This mobile text message is brought to you by AT&amp;amp;T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6680340831682343641?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6680340831682343641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6680340831682343641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6680340831682343641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6680340831682343641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-this-works-im-genius.html' title='If this works I&apos;m a genius...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3617940135858853878</id><published>2010-01-06T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:55:45.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because I demand to keep you all informed of every aspect of my  life...</title><content type='html'>I have set up Email posting for my blog. Why, you may ask? Well, I can Email from my phone so now I&amp;#39;ll be able to update even more than before.&lt;br&gt;Comments and feedback are always de-lovely :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br&gt; &amp;amp;hearts;*&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3617940135858853878?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3617940135858853878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3617940135858853878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3617940135858853878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3617940135858853878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-because-i-demand-to-keep-you-all.html' title='Just because I demand to keep you all informed of every aspect of my  life...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8585187402985855087</id><published>2010-01-05T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:30:15.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll change my ways, no never mind..." ~ Shinedown &lt;333</title><content type='html'>In this post I may go into a pity party, but just bear with me, okay? Seriously, I've had more heartache in the past month than I think I've ever endured before, which is saying a lot if you haven't read the Kyle saga of 2007 in my Blog Archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm torn between two guys; one I've dated before and one who I've always wanted to date but for some reason we never did. Guy #1 is one of my closest friends, we know practically everything about each other, we have fun together, and I know there are feelings there, but we have dated before so this makes things complicated. Guy #2 is always the one to pick me up when I fall, to be there understanding my side of the breakup stories after my breakups, and who can always get me to talk about any situation. I think Guy #2's issue is he's not completely over his exgirlfriend, which is a big one but I'd still like a shot. Both guys are attractive and talented in their own ways, and I love them both. I have friends who would both support and kill me if I went back out with Guy #1 but my heart likes him a lot. Everyone and their grandmothers know I've always loved Guy #2; at one point, people labeled it "obsession". It's not like he's married or anything, and he does find me attractive, fun to talk to, and virtually amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Unless there's something horribly wrong with me that utterly repulses men from me. I don't know. I know I'm not perfect; let's face it, I've got a ton of flaws. But I can't be that bad...can I? :( Seriously, this is giving me a complex! UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a pretty good day for me. Amy and I hung out in Amsterdam with Andrew; we got Chinese and went to Target where I discovered they didn't have the sweater I wanted anymore :/ I knew I should've bought it back in November! Sigh...then I went to buy Big Bang Theory season two on DVD but they stopped me because I could watch it for free online but really I like holding the show physically in my hands. It's all good though; I still have my $30 gift card from Christmas that I hopefully will use at some point soon :)&lt;br /&gt;I love hanging out with both of them, even though they don't let me look at the baby aisle or CDs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I'm just waiting to see what happens now. And for Andrew to call me in between World Of Warcraft raids or battles or whatever he's doing WoW-related :P&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8585187402985855087?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8585187402985855087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8585187402985855087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8585187402985855087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8585187402985855087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-change-my-ways-no-never-mind.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll change my ways, no never mind...&quot; ~ Shinedown &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3316363508110013368</id><published>2010-01-04T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:52:34.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small edit to last entry...</title><content type='html'>Casey may have dumped me and made me cry, but we've talked it all over and we're still going to be close friends. Or at least we will try to, and I hope so because he's still a fun guy to be around (even though I was only around him twice :P). He also claims he didn't use me so I'm going to believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. Carry on with your lives as I will do mine.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3316363508110013368?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3316363508110013368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3316363508110013368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3316363508110013368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3316363508110013368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/small-edit-to-last-entry.html' title='Small edit to last entry...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7516706308182308545</id><published>2010-01-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:27:44.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've got no strife, I'm loving life, Could you say the same?.." ~ Smash Mouth &lt;333</title><content type='html'>Smash Mouth had a song titled "Stoned" off their Astro Lounge album back in 2000-ish that I recently reunited with...and it feels so good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today had its ups and downs. Ups? Casey and I hung out for a few, and in those moments I was the happiest I'd ever been in a while. Downs? He drove him, ate dinner, then dumped me via text message, saying we "moved too fast into everything" and that we should just be friends. This shocked me so much, I started to get sick. HE was the one who said "We will be together forever, my wife, my soul mate", the list goes on...this was so sudden for me. I felt, and still do feel, so used :( Never again will I fall for the blue eyed adorable guys.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, get Andrew back as my friend :D I'm so happy! He's honestly one of the greatest guy friends I've ever had; he actually understands me and wants to help me with whatever issues I'm dealing with in life, as I do the same for him :) I love you Andrew-kitty. Thank you for being here for me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to believe me with this next part but since this is my blog I can say what I want:&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a dating sabbatical. Yes I'm serious. I can't stand how I'm going from guy to guy right now, and how I'm overly emotional and get super attached to them right off the bat. I'm going to need help with this because right now I can't do much of this kind of thing on my own so who's with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7516706308182308545?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7516706308182308545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7516706308182308545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7516706308182308545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7516706308182308545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-no-strife-im-loving-life-could.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve got no strife, I&apos;m loving life, Could you say the same?..&quot; ~ Smash Mouth &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8037109736166068317</id><published>2010-01-03T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:19:49.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrr! Some torrents take FOREVER to download :( I found one with a bunch of songs from the earlier 2000's (aka the GOOD MUSIC YEARS!!!) and I swear I've been waiting almost a half hour for it to finish. Ah well, it led me here in my wait :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew and I are no longer speaking. He claims to be in love with me, which I'm finding hard to believe since he dumped me and now thinks he loves me? Whatever. He doesn't know what love is, and if he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; thought I was going to leave Casey to go back to him, he's sorely mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Casey, everything is amazing with him :) He makes me the happiest woman ever, and I honestly don't know what I'd do without him. Earlier tonight we were talking on AIM and he sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You are my Wife, My Soul Mate, My Heart, and my Bestest friend, I love you Kristin Elizabeth Staples"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're thinking because I've heard it all before; "It's way too soon for you two to even think about marriage", but honestly if I'm not considering marrying him why am I dating him? Seriously, people, I date to find my husband, and I do believe Casey just may be him &lt;3 I can't wait; he's coming to see me later today...when it's not 12:30 in the morning and he's been asleep since 11pm :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hark...a text message from Cora. Okay, a Tweet from Cora asking for someone to talk to. I shall go respond! *grabs Sheldon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8037109736166068317?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8037109736166068317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8037109736166068317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8037109736166068317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8037109736166068317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrrr-some-torrents-take-forever-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4127888645637834711</id><published>2010-01-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:05:51.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maybe it's not my weekend, But it's gonna be my year..." ~ All Time Low &lt;3333</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010 everyone! Hope everyone else had a splendid New Year's Eve/Day...considering the fact that I had to flippin' WORK both days D: My job owns my soul sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a little over a week since my last entry and oh boy is there drama to report!&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I are happily together; we went to see Avatar with Tawny, Cora, and Trevor last Sunday and it became official. Now, I've said this before but this time I REALLY MEAN IT, he is my male counterpart; we have very similar sense of humor and almost everything in common :) I love him more than I've ever loved anyone else (even Kyle, which is saying something right there :x).&lt;br /&gt;Since Casey and I got together Andrew decided he wanted me back. Unfortunately, he's a little too late and realized this so now he and I aren't talking...even though he calls me in the middle of the night, texts me constantly, and repeatedly tells me not to talk to him. Whatever, he had me and left me for World of Warcraft. There would have to be major begging and changes before I even considered taking him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, my parents are making me get rid of my cat, Claire. She's a bit antisocial and moody, but she IS a beautiful black cat. If and when we find a home for her, I will miss her :( Maybe she'll be happier with less cats around, since we do have 4 altogether. Sigh, c'est la vie, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Readers. 2010 is going to be my greatest year ever! I can just feel it. I'm happy, going back to school in a few weeks, dating a man who loves me more than anything else in the world (as I do him as well!), and am just staying generally optimistic :) Wish me luck! And good luck in your '010 journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4127888645637834711?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4127888645637834711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4127888645637834711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4127888645637834711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4127888645637834711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2010/01/maybe-its-not-my-weekend-but-its-gonna.html' title='&quot;Maybe it&apos;s not my weekend, But it&apos;s gonna be my year...&quot; ~ All Time Low &lt;3333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-857103636705597161</id><published>2009-12-24T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:48:28.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm so sorry I haven't updated recently...or in the past month, at that! I've either been super busy or super depressed over being dumped then taken back then dumped again. Whatever, c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Andrew and I are NOT together anymore. He decided to point out to me last Sunday that we have nothing in common, which is fine, whatever I don't care now. We'll remain friends, and honestly I think I'm better suited as his mentor more than his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Casey came back into my life about a week before Andrew dumped me, confessing that earlier he just didn't want a committed relationship and he never cheated on me; that was a lie so he could dump me smoothly. I was appalled but relieved that he didn't actually cheat on me. Let's face it; what girl would WANT their man to cheat on them especially if they've only been together for about 3 days total? That's a real slap in the face, in my opinion. Anyways, Casey and I are kinda close now, but we aren't becoming "official" until we've hung out and gotten to know each other away from Facebook and text messenging :) Smart move on our part, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Christmas, which is the traditional day of receiving gifts and such. I only asked for one specific item this year (Super Smash Bros. Brawl for the Wii) so...*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Andrew's being emo and concerning me by saying things like "You shouldn't care about me; I'm not your problem", which in reality I care A LOT for him and about him and will do anything in my power to help him through all his trials. Face it, Kitty; you're stuck with this Panda &lt;3 :) He's definitely NOT a burden and I think I really can help him; he reminds me of me when I was younger so I'm hoping my experience stories can at least provide a smidgen of guidence into his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've decided I'm going to live by the words to All Time Low's song "Weightless" next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go no where&lt;br /&gt;And this is my reaction to everything I fear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been going crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste another minute here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Seriously, isn't that just empowering? Or is it just me? :P&lt;br /&gt;What do you think your song of 2010 will be? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-857103636705597161?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/857103636705597161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=857103636705597161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/857103636705597161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/857103636705597161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-im-so-sorry-i-havent-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6578964692627509881</id><published>2009-12-07T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:28:39.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...my bad.</title><content type='html'>This won't be a long one, because...well, it's 2 in the morning and I don't want to bring you guys down with all my drama I've been trying to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt the need to express something I've recently discovered:&lt;br /&gt;I lost my virginity in July to James, and it took me almost 4 months to officially say "I'm ready to find real love". Yes, I was still getting over him until Andrew and I started talking. Now, my discovery...Not just girls get super attached to the owner of their V-card; I have several guy friends who have been trying desperately to get over their exes and just can't seem to. At first, I knew it was a big deal to lose it, don't get me wrong, but I just thought it was a bigger deal for a girl. I was proven wrong, and that's perfectly fine. I just have more sympathy for the male species now; they hurt just as much as women do when they get dumped by that special person. To all the guys I've unintentionally said "SUCK IT UP!" to in these situations, I'm so very truly sorry, I'm heartless sometimes :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I need to say here right now. Ugh, I need some sleep and OMG IT'S SNOWING!&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6578964692627509881?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6578964692627509881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6578964692627509881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6578964692627509881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6578964692627509881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/oopsmy-bad.html' title='Oops...my bad.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5065884341802905755</id><published>2009-11-28T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:54:26.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're the missing piece I need, The song inside of me, I need to find you, I gotta find you..." ~ Camp Rock &lt;333</title><content type='html'>Shut up, Camp Rock was your A-typical Disney Channel Original Movie but the songs were super catchy. Especially that one I quoted in my subject line; "I Gotta Find You" &lt;3 Even though I HAAAATE the Jonas Brothers, Joe Jonas does an excellent job with this song. Seriously, go check it out on Youtube or something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just to clarify I gave it a lot of thought before I even thought of a relationship because, let's be honest, I've been hurt many many times. But everything is different with Andrew. Yes, I am officially in love with Andrew &lt;3 He has become my one and only, and I would not have it any other way :) And to make it all better, he feels the same exact way about me :D Isn't this bliss?! Isn't this what love is all about?! Finding someone who shares similar feelings, interests, and whatnot, and developing feelings for them? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SxH-KjPmHMI/AAAAAAAAAes/J3NnVY57sCY/s1600/love!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SxH-KjPmHMI/AAAAAAAAAes/J3NnVY57sCY/s320/love!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409384084661476546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Le sigh...&lt;33333! I love my Andrew-kitty! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my job has just owned my soul and will continue to until after Christmas :( ughhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5065884341802905755?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5065884341802905755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5065884341802905755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5065884341802905755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5065884341802905755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/youre-missing-piece-i-need-song-inside.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re the missing piece I need, The song inside of me, I need to find you, I gotta find you...&quot; ~ Camp Rock &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SxH-KjPmHMI/AAAAAAAAAes/J3NnVY57sCY/s72-c/love!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-644755506684164324</id><published>2009-11-18T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:47:19.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want you leather dirty kiss in the scene, And I want your love..." ~ Lady Gaga &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm a closet Gaga fan. She's really very talented and her songs are quite catchy. I probably wouldn't pay big money to see her live, but if the opportunity arose I'd take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a strange day. Woke up to a text from Cora asking me what was wrong with Dave, who's Tweet read "Going to the ER". He's still living, so that's good, but his Bell's Palsy is acting up again, so that's bad :(&lt;br /&gt;James and I talked for a while today, where he tried to convince me to date his friend that I'm NOT ATTRACTED TO AT ALL! and then told me I'm going to be a crazy cat lady D: Oh, and the douche has midnight opening tickets to New Moon and ISN'T GOING! That, my friends, is a travesty! But ahh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people need to let me think for myself and let me fall down to pull myself back up! It's how I get stronger and learn from my mistakes. For example, I CAN FIND MY OWN GUYS! If they happen to be bad and dump me, oh well. I'll survive. Look how nicely I've progressed since James; I'm willing to find someone new but I don't NEED to. And everyone NEEDS to STOP MAKING FUN OF ME OVER EVERYTHING! If it's in the past, leave it there! I'm sick of having my stupid moments and douchey comments made at me over and over again. Seriously, you all need lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I need to sleep now...above everything else.&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-644755506684164324?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/644755506684164324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=644755506684164324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/644755506684164324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/644755506684164324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-you-leather-dirty-kiss-in-scene.html' title='&quot;I want you leather dirty kiss in the scene, And I want your love...&quot; ~ Lady Gaga &lt;3'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1431225992328028783</id><published>2009-11-17T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:47:14.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs I've Been Pretty Addicted to Recently:</title><content type='html'>*I feel obligated to let you guys into my mind a bit more. Music is my heart, so here are some of the songs I just can't stop listening to*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"The Way" by Fastball&lt;/span&gt; [Amazing song about people who decide to just ditch life and be free of everything]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt; [I think the title says it all, but she's trying to get a man to fall in love with her by stalking him]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Skid Row" from Little Shop Of Horrors&lt;/span&gt; [I was in this play for about a week 2 years ago and fell in love with this song. It depicts my town almost to a T.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Love Is..." by Bo Burnham &lt;/span&gt;[As twisted as it gets, he does explain love quite nicely.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Breathe Into Me" by Red&lt;/span&gt; [It's a Christian hardrock song and it's one of those "I'm Headbanging And I'm LOVING IT!" songs :D]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"World Of Our Own" by Westlife&lt;/span&gt; [I had searched for this song for YEARS and FINALLY found it! It's an adorable love song about finding your perfect one &lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Weightless" by All Time Low&lt;/span&gt; ["...Maybe it's not my weekend/But it's gonna be my year..."]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Hats Off to Larry" by Del Shannon&lt;/span&gt; [50's music rocks!]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet" by Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt; [This song has several different genres crammed into 4 minutes. LOVE!]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Distance" by Faktion&lt;/span&gt; [This is my extreme depression song. It really makes you feel like crying and giving up so I can't listen to it often but the singer is amazing.]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Positive" from Legally Blonde The Musical&lt;/span&gt; [Anthony and I saw this live last November and we loved it, so I have the soundtrack. This is the perfect song to get a happy boost from :)]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Remembering Sunday" by All Time Low&lt;/span&gt; [My favorite song ever. It gives me chills and makes me smile]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Fire Burning" by Sean Kingston&lt;/span&gt; [SHUTUP! I love this song. It was the song of my summer 09. Seriously, it's catchy and I can dance to it XD]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Second Chance" by Shinedown&lt;/span&gt; [Unexplainable]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Mister Cellophane" from Chicago&lt;/span&gt; [Personally, I like the original better, not the one from the movie but I have the movie version. The point still gets across; I feel invisible sometimes...and I could strip to it XD]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"My Freeze Ray" from Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog&lt;/span&gt; [Neil Patrick Harris is a very talented singer. This song is about find a crush/love interest in a laundramat and being too afraid to talk to her so you invent a freeze ray so you can freeze time and get the nerve to talk to her. Adorable.]&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"She Paints Me Blue" by Something Corporate&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JACK'S MANNEQUIN IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO SOMETHING CORPORATE!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously, yeah I know it's the same singer but the sound is different, in my opinion. "She Paints..." is basically a metaphor for someone leaving someone else.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice there's no Ludo on this list. That's because they haven't come out with anything worth my time recently. Seriously, they just released their first two albums that I've had since 2008 :/ Come on, Andrew Volpe, give me new reason to renew my love for you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some songs you can't stop listening to? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1431225992328028783?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1431225992328028783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1431225992328028783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1431225992328028783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1431225992328028783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/songs-ive-been-pretty-addicted-to.html' title='Songs I&apos;ve Been Pretty Addicted to Recently:'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4083597471294693314</id><published>2009-11-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:46:32.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If it's not perfect I'll perfect it til my heart explodes..." ~ Hinder &lt;333</title><content type='html'>Now that ^^ is an old song...at least to people my age haha! It was super popular in 2005, and then Hinder started to suck. I never gave it any thought until I heard it with Tawny today, and I was like "WHOA! This song actually makes sense to me now!" The chorus goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Go home, get stoned&lt;br /&gt;We can end up making love instead of misery&lt;br /&gt;Go home, get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Because the sex is so much better when you're mad at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dating (and having sex with) a stoner, I understand this now. Wow, am I enlightened! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out at FMCC today, mostly with Spencer as I said was going to happen :P Actually before that, I hung out with Cindy; I MISS HER LIKE CRAZY! Then I was with Spencer for almost 3 hours, until Aaron came and stole'd him away D: :P I went into the "Dungeon", found Lauren and Adam, FINALLY talked to Justin, and then saw Mike and his new girlfriend, which is a girl I've known for a couple years now named Alea. Then Tawny and I left campus, went to McDonald's, and then hit up Rite Aid :D I came home, and here I am XD hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Spencer enjoyed my MP3 player and its West Side Story ways :D I'm just happy he and I found something else we have in common :P Unfortunately, he thinks All Time Low is whiny so I can't get him a ticket to their concert next month (by the way, WHO WANTS TO GO?!) :'[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an exciting life I lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I've been quite entertained all night by this guy named Andrew who is one of Richard's friends from forever ago (well, it would HAVE to be forever ago; it's about Richard :/). He seems like a sweetheart, and can keep me amused for more than 5 minutes. I'll keep him around ;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, listening to my sister singing "You're The One That I Want" from Grease is making me want to punch babies...and I never thought I'd EVER say that. Seriously, I think it's just because she keeps singing the same verse over and over...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME TOPICS TO DISCUSS FOR NEXT TIME! :*&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4083597471294693314?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4083597471294693314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4083597471294693314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4083597471294693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4083597471294693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-its-not-perfect-ill-perfect-it-til.html' title='&quot;If it&apos;s not perfect I&apos;ll perfect it til my heart explodes...&quot; ~ Hinder &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7520015417295423407</id><published>2009-11-16T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:23:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Someone tell me I still could get out of here..." ~ Little Shop Of Horrors &lt;333</title><content type='html'>In a pretty good mood today. I made my mom practically die laughing over the idea or image of a fatman riding a bus :P (It's one of those you-had-to-be-there moments, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be up at FMCC tomorrow between 8:15 to 12:30, more than likely with Spencer, so if you want to see me you should find us. He's going to be attached to me (and I'll LOVE it! hahaha!) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I promised Cora I was going to blog something about this next topic. I meant to last night but it just ran away SCREAMING so I'll do it now.&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been on the search for my soul mate, that one person who would make me feel "complete" and I'd marry them and live happily ever after. More recently, however, I've come to realize something. Yes, I do want to find that ONE person. Yes, I do want to fall in love. No, I don't HAVE to right now. I'm content with life as is; I don't need a boyfriend or man in my life to make me feel anymore complete than I already to. Content with being single, unless you're an Earth-shockingly AMAZING guy I will probably reject you. Nothing against you, personally; I just do honestly have a lot on my plate right now with College Applications, work, and just general finding myself things. If you really think I'm the one, we can be friends and get to REALLY know each other before taking it to the next level. I'm sick of jumping into a relationship and having it fail miserably because one of us realizes the other isn't compatible. So, guys, males, men, boys, whatever you'd like to be called...wait for me &lt;3 I'll be ready in a few months maybe; right now, I'm enjoying being independent and happy :)&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've already broken at least three hearts because of this, and I am sorry but, like I've been trying to say, it's time for ME to be happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm going to shower and get ready for tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7520015417295423407?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7520015417295423407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7520015417295423407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7520015417295423407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7520015417295423407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-tell-me-i-still-could-get-out.html' title='&quot;Someone tell me I still could get out of here...&quot; ~ Little Shop Of Horrors &lt;333'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5146762109993591546</id><published>2009-11-15T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:32:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is no joy in these kids; they feel invisible. That's why every one of them has a MySpace page" - GLEE♥</title><content type='html'>Okay...NEED to FOCUS! DESPERATELY need to update you all on the happenings of the past month I think since I've updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is like my twin brother/one of my best friends. I talk to him about everything (even if it's grotesque and he doesn't want to hear it :P) and he still willing listens to me :) I love him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I had a boyfriend for maybe 3 days named Casey. He seemed nice...until he dumped me, saying he cheated on me. Whatever. I'm over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BIGGEST PART OF MY MONTH:&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been doing a lot of thinking about college and what I'd like to do. As I've stated, I don't have any measurable amount of talent for much of anything, and I seem to lose interest in things quickly, so what could I possibly do with my life?  My friends, whom I love and adore, jumped at the opportunity to point out my annoying flaws in an attempt to either help me or make me see I'm a worthless cause. Instead Spencer said "Be a private investigator" so THAT'S WHAT I SHALL BECOME :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to apply to SUNY Cortland once I get the $40 application fee (yes, with a large application fee comes a good college, I guess) and I hope I get in! Cortland is out near Ithaca, which is where my Ith boys are...and I miss/love them dearly! &lt;3 *keeps fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Do I have a shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently, I've become stronger and have had the power to say "No" to certain people, and in some cases I've been able to push them out of my life. I'm not trying to be heartless; I'm just trying to find friends and lovers who truly appreciate me. Like, okay, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; hard to put up with! Certain "friends" would roll their eyes when my name is mentioned, or worse, act all nice-nice when I'm around and talk about how annoying I am after I'm gone. I hate that! I don't need that, and I'm happier than I've ever been nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...I have a headache and am sleepy :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5146762109993591546?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5146762109993591546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5146762109993591546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5146762109993591546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5146762109993591546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-no-joy-in-these-kids-they-feel.html' title='&quot;There is no joy in these kids; they feel invisible. That&apos;s why every one of them has a MySpace page&quot; - GLEE♥'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8055410542546053685</id><published>2009-11-14T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:01:27.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I eventually need to update on the past month almost.&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8055410542546053685?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8055410542546053685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8055410542546053685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8055410542546053685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8055410542546053685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-eventually-need-to-update-on-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7344292606776498965</id><published>2009-10-26T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:27:31.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're The One That I Want XD</title><content type='html'>Meh, I don't feel like posting tonight. But I will say that the whole thing with Spencer and I was a big misunderstanding and I think we're still friends now :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a musical survey for all you music buffs like me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PUT YOUR iPOD ON SHUFFLE AND PRESS FW FOR EACH QUESTION. USE THE SONG NAME TO ANSWER THE QUESTION....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;You Told Me You Loved Me - Cinematic Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;br /&gt;This Is My Ringtone - Parry Gripp (yeah, this is a safe bet :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will I get Married?&lt;br /&gt;As You Sleep - Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;br /&gt;I Think I'm Turning Japanese - The Vapors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is/was highschool like?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss With A Fist - Florence &amp; The Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Japan It! - Ludo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;br /&gt;Go-Getter Greg - Ludo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Love Is... - Bo Burnham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti Cat (I Weep For You) - Parry Gripp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Play With Me (DJ John Remix Feat. Bethzilla) - Beefy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my life going?&lt;br /&gt;Let It Rock - Kevin Rudolf Feat. Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Q Theme - Original Broadway Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Staplegunned - The Spill Canvas (this is almost befitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Into Me - Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Brand New Day - Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Toxic Valentine - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;Stella - All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;Because I Want You - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;Klan Cookout - Bo Burnham (YOU CANNOT DANCE TO THIS! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-Twenty Surgery - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome To Youtube - Bo Burnham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Beg - Evans Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7344292606776498965?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7344292606776498965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7344292606776498965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7344292606776498965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7344292606776498965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-one-that-i-want-xd.html' title='You&apos;re The One That I Want XD'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3188703041427610164</id><published>2009-10-25T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:43:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Well I may have your heart, He has your body..." ~ Bayside &lt;3! [Don't Call Me Peanut]</title><content type='html'>And so goes another one out of my life most likely. Yep, I lost another friend in the last 48 hours; Spencer. All I can say is I'm sorry, but Cora was just telling you what I was thinking but not telling you; I wasn't going to go over to Bob's, get wasted, and potentially sleep with you. No. That's NOT how I work, and you of all people should know this by now. But whatever. Like my IM said to him earlier, he knows how to get at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* So about how that even came about...&lt;br /&gt;My family went away to The Great Escape Lodge this weekend, leaving me back here in East Bumblebuttons because I had to work :/ It's all good; I had my own fun. I worked, hung out at the Bowley's house with Joanna and Melissa, hung out with Cora at Rite Aid, then even hung with Amy for a little while and talked about old times :) It definitely was super fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now how does Spencer work into this? Well, he had told me earlier in the week that he was going to go help Zach housesit for Bob while the guy went away to Chicago, so I told him we should hang out at some point since I'd be free after about 3pm meaning IN MY AREA where I could go back to the Bowley's house and sleep soundly. Apparently that wasn't even an option because I get an IM saying "Zach will come get you if you can spend the night" so I beat around the bush saying things like "But I have to work the next day" and Cora gets involved and comes out and tells him she isn't allowing me to be in "a less than public place" with him. Well, Spencer didn't like this, got mad at me, and hasn't talked to me since he posted his Facebook status where he says "Some people just really f****** fail. They say they want something, then when the opportunity hits them in the face, they over complicate it, get upset for no reason, and then they can't even make the decision on their own." Uh huh, like I'm stupid and wouldn't know that's about me. But whatever, though; I have friends who won't try to make me feel pressured about these things and who love me regardless. Heck, even James never made me feel obligated to do anything like that. Oh, and for the record, what I want one day isn't necessarily what I'll want the next; remember that.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of James, he and Dave never made it out here :( They were going to go to a concert in Albany but I guess Dave didn't tell James a yes or no...? I don't know, but I do know I miss those guys illegal amounts! &lt;3 LOVE them! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a couple quotes from this weekend (yes I'm bringing them back!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me: So at first I wasn't quite sure about stay over here, but when I got in the room and found the Nerf gun on my bed, I knew I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;Joanna: Can't go wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me: So I've officially become a fat kid. I fell asleep watching The Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me: My cat is like The Tramp [from Lady and The Tramp]; she has a different house for each day of the week. But sometimes, just sometimes, she enjoys eating our food. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me: It's a diphthong.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: A dip-dong.&lt;br /&gt;*me: Yes, yes. A diphthong.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Wait...a dip-THONG?&lt;br /&gt;*me: No...diphthong.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Is that even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, so many fun times in that house :) I hope we can do that again super soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I depart from you to check on the rest of my Facebook and go to sleep XD&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3188703041427610164?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3188703041427610164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3188703041427610164' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3188703041427610164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3188703041427610164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-may-have-your-heart-he-has-your.html' title='&quot;Well I may have your heart, He has your body...&quot; ~ Bayside &lt;3! [Don&apos;t Call Me Peanut]'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-61092807133474612</id><published>2009-10-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:57:52.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a butterfly, But you wanna let me die..." ~ Something Corporate &lt;333!</title><content type='html'>Everyone at my house is getting excited to go on a weekend trip to The Great Escape &amp; Great Escape Lodge. Well, everyone but me since I have to stay home and work (like, my job-work, not housework). I do hope they have a good time and that the weather is nice for them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went up to FMCC with Tawny, and hung out with Spencer until 11am when he had to go to class. It's like...I think we just got everything out too quickly because we even had about a half hour where we didn't know what to talk about :P  Then he left, I talked with Cindy, went back to Tawny's house, and came home around 4:30pm.  Cora came over to Tawny's too, and we talked for a few. We REALLY need a name for this plan or situation or whatnot because if I write about it here, I could screw it all up :x&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did a lot of self-realizing today and came to the conclusion that although we are most excellent friends Spencer and I could never be a couple again. We just aren't compatible enough, and have different wants/needs/interests. This did hurt me a little when I realized it but it's only going to make me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and James is just...UGHHHH!!! Hahahaha! If he reads this, he'll understand what I'm talking about...I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH OMG!!! My friend Chris from about 2 years ago or so just started IMing me again tonight :D Maybe he and I can be friends again! Ohhh I've missed him and his humor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;quote of the week&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think SoCo got a lot of things right&lt;/span&gt; :: Jeff Z. on Facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-61092807133474612?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/61092807133474612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=61092807133474612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/61092807133474612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/61092807133474612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-butterfly-but-you-wanna-let-me-die.html' title='&quot;I am a butterfly, But you wanna let me die...&quot; ~ Something Corporate &lt;333!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-748790893681996740</id><published>2009-10-20T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:29:44.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"In the rock/paper/scissors of romance, 'love' trumps 'fear'. Actually...'love' trumps all." ~ The OC</title><content type='html'>This post is long overdue, as are most of my posts. What happens is I'll start typing something out, get all into it, then say "Ah, forget it" and leave the page. Worst. Blogger. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was fun for me! I saw Spencer, and it was as if we had never parted ways.  I gave him the key to my necklace, which looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/St58X53E2FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r4K5ahVeW4g/s1600-h/unlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/St58X53E2FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r4K5ahVeW4g/s320/unlock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394886153747093586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever take off the heart so it's like he's always with me now &lt;3 After he went to class, I headed off to the Dungeon where I found Adam playing Magic the Gathering.  After a few minutes, that boyyy's cousin joined us and we got to talking.  She seems really really nice! :)  Shortly after, Tawny and I left campus, went to Subway where EVERYONE WAS WEARING A SWEATER VEST!, checked Peebles for a woman's sweater vest and couldn't find one, then headed to her house where we grabbed jugs and filled them at the spring nearby ("I'm not a manly-man! I'm not built for this!!" :P) and then I went to work. At work, that friend came in with my belated birthday present and we talked about a couple things, like her newest love interest (who is now her boyfriend; congrats!) and Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the last exciting thing to happen to me recently...:P I lead a boring life, and I'm kinda proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished watching season 3 of The OC (yes, I know the show ended in 2007 or 2008 but I didn't get into it until recently because we don't have cable here), and I must say the ending was way too over the top even for that series.  Seriously, the car over a small cliff?! Really?! And of coooooourse Ryan saves Marissa before the car blows up but SHE STILL DIES!!!!  It's like Ryan wasted his "Be-a-hero" pass on her with that :P  But it's all good; I'll borrow season 4 from Amy at Rite Aid and see the whole series end happily :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Spencer sent me the *cutest* text message ever, and I'll just tell all of you that I was feeling like crap (like, sickly "I-never-want-to-move-again" kind of crap) until I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Love you Kristin! I couldn't get home but that doesn't change the fact that I still love you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seriously brightened my night in ways I cannot explain :) I love him so very much, and I hope he knows that &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, you guys need to tell me what to write about for next time because I'm REALLY lost right now :P What do you find interesting? Am I even good at this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-748790893681996740?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/748790893681996740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=748790893681996740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/748790893681996740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/748790893681996740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-rockpaperscissors-of-romance-love.html' title='&quot;In the rock/paper/scissors of romance, &apos;love&apos; trumps &apos;fear&apos;. Actually...&apos;love&apos; trumps all.&quot; ~ The OC'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/St58X53E2FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/r4K5ahVeW4g/s72-c/unlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8784986150287341787</id><published>2009-10-14T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:56:52.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"&amp; we're all rockstars in our bedroom when we do a powerslide &amp; jump in the air with our guitars"</title><content type='html'>That quote up there (^^); that came from ME! :D Seriously, I was bored at home and was air-guitaring like nobody's business and was like "Voila!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been a roller coaster for me. That friend and I talked through texting and they seem to be happier without me around, so I'll let them be. I also found out they lied about something else so I don't think I'll be super duper close to them.  The person that told me they lied and I have been talking more recently; they seem super nice, but honestly I only really trust a select few people, and Spencer has the most trust from me.&lt;br /&gt;Really, Spencer and I have been talking A LOT since I left my friend's house and really he's my best and closest friend right now. I'm not saying Cora isn't or Tawny isn't, but I talk to Spencer almost every night before I crash (which I'm sorry I just crash and don't say goodnight). He knows almost everything about me, and I help him when he needs to vent and whatnot.  I love him a lot! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm ending this blog here because I'm going to be up in a few hours and out to FMCC where I will be seeing my bestest friend Spencer! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8784986150287341787?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8784986150287341787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8784986150287341787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8784986150287341787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8784986150287341787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/were-all-rockstars-in-our-bedroom-when.html' title='&quot;&amp; we&apos;re all rockstars in our bedroom when we do a powerslide &amp; jump in the air with our guitars&quot;'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7261458126617996731</id><published>2009-10-13T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:47:23.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh how I need to update the blog...someone remind me please? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7261458126617996731?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7261458126617996731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7261458126617996731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7261458126617996731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7261458126617996731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-how-i-need-to-update-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8487113853926472710</id><published>2009-10-09T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:28:40.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"By the way your hands were shaking, Rather waste my time with you..." ~ The Used &lt;33!</title><content type='html'>[I'm starting to get a cold so I'm really not in the mood to blog.  Here's a survey for you all though :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, newest of the newest questions, ya ready?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now?&lt;br /&gt;If he's mature enough, I'll give him a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, at James :P ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever smile at a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;It's in my job description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?&lt;br /&gt;Every time my phone goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;My t-shirt from when I did the play "Oliver!" and sweatpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you listen to music?&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice a day, for numerous hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon is sitting next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear jeans or sweats more?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not "drastically" but they will change. Things change everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a social or antisocial person?&lt;br /&gt;Social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the cops ever came to your house?&lt;br /&gt;A couple times. I live in "Cop-topia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can money buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;"That's what she said" &lt;--HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And no, I can't really drive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if people talk badly about you?&lt;br /&gt;People do already so why should I start caring now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going out of town soon?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next Friday into Saturday to spend time with Krystina :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;I tell my family and friends that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your eye color would you?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't since I have amazing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;Withing reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you dislike about the day you're having?&lt;br /&gt;Finding out that maybe I'm not as close to certain people as I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you dating the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. We've never even met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to in person?&lt;br /&gt;I said "Goodnight" to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you sitting on right now?&lt;br /&gt;A computer chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone regularly - other than family - tell you they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it look like I really care? Haters are going to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person who hurt you, ever apologize?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Then again, they don't even UNDERSTAND how they hurt me, so I don't even care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a room, ergo I cannot have empty alcohol bottles hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I have my lip done. That's good for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to delete a certain part of your life what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;If I did, I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever intentionally made someone jealous?&lt;br /&gt;All the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone with such a terribly annoying voice that you can't even stand?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you told someone you loved them?&lt;br /&gt;I told James I did and he told me that I didn't but "Thanks for trying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever delete people off your myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is where it's at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you'll be married in 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 25, so I hope to at least be engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you see yourself with someone forever?&lt;br /&gt;In the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the real reason as to why you're confused?&lt;br /&gt;My own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand on your tippy-toes when you had your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;I had to. He's, like, 6'5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 72 hours, have you been under the influence?&lt;br /&gt;No sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, shockingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the same person you did a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;In a way, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed somebody whose name starts with a C, R, D, A, J, or S?&lt;br /&gt;C, D, A, J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you did before bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;IMed a "Goodnight" to Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know your password besides you?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony knows my Facebook password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all of your friends virgins?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you short?&lt;br /&gt;I'm average height, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking about anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;September 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone who continuously lets you down?&lt;br /&gt;Just one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Text. Work. Type. Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;br /&gt;Spencer, darling! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture of my sister holding my teddy bear over her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Work 2-9&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church then shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I have found you last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;On my sofa, asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;I have one already so what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever quit a bad habit for someone?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried then they gave up on me so I went back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;No. And I don't do hookups, kthnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an alcoholic?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat today?&lt;br /&gt;Chips, Reese's Pieces, More chips, Pizza, Chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 2 am?&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone is ringing. It's the person you fell hardest for, what do you say?&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it hard to trust others?&lt;br /&gt;No, which is a gift and a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people call you babe or baby?&lt;br /&gt;And "Sweetie", "Sweetheart", "Dear"...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 petnames!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people ever call you by your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A couple people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you look?&lt;br /&gt;I've been told 18, but I'm 20! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on Sunday, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;He and I are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;Single, and plan on staying that way for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think back to this time last year, were you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, because the Ludo concert was just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your birthday this year?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any lyrics in your head?&lt;br /&gt;"Blue &amp; Yellow" - The Used. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;One or two people, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Some of my exes and I are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever change for anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I've tried and it wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if your ex was gay?&lt;br /&gt;Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want a boyfriend/girlfriend who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;I've had one and the cigarettes didn't bother me as much as the pot did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember who you liked on new years?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Neil Patrick Harris and Andrew Volpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who I was kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;I have to be or I'll get fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a guy ever let you wear his jacket?&lt;br /&gt;A couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you dressing up as for Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;The slutty pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence or beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Half and half of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you miss somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Liz is, since she's texting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many arguments have you had with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, several. It's our favorite past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand football?&lt;br /&gt;I strongly dislike football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think things will change with-in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. One can always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you drew?&lt;br /&gt;A star for my little brother :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope (sorry, Liz! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you held hands with, do they mean anything?&lt;br /&gt;I think it was James, and it did at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you keep your last name when you get married?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing this morning at 8?&lt;br /&gt;Opening the blinds at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried so much you threw up?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a cemetery at midnight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that the world is gonna end at 2012?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan on getting drunk or high tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find it weird that some people brush their teeth in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;No but I don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you blonde?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done anything illegal in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;Not recently, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;The notion of love, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your parents get mad if you came home drunk?&lt;br /&gt;I believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone more than three years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;James is about 4 or 5 years older, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spent the night at someone else's house?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a month ago; it was Tawny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel awkward when strangers say hi to you?&lt;br /&gt;No. I work in customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever skipped school just because you were tired?&lt;br /&gt;My entire senior year was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you have that have never smoked?&lt;br /&gt;Several. Do you really think I count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;Content but sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest; name of the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;Liz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, what was your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;Was I single...? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you easily scared by horror movies?&lt;br /&gt;Usually. That's why I don't get into them too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Irish in any way?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I didn't feel like getting up and going to work THAT early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone up to a car thinking it was yours and tried to get in it?&lt;br /&gt;Once, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8487113853926472710?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8487113853926472710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8487113853926472710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8487113853926472710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8487113853926472710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/by-way-your-hands-were-shaking-rather.html' title='&quot;By the way your hands were shaking, Rather waste my time with you...&quot; ~ The Used &lt;33!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8917640174806443585</id><published>2009-10-09T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:35:18.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as usual my intentions were good but everything got lost in translation. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8917640174806443585?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8917640174806443585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8917640174806443585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8917640174806443585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8917640174806443585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-as-usual-my-intentions-were-good-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2399832704732109076</id><published>2009-10-08T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:26:41.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Will this work for the blog? :))Alright. Update from the cell. I just feel really lonely &amp;amp; have no one to cuddle with/talk to :( Keep the comments coming!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2399832704732109076?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2399832704732109076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2399832704732109076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2399832704732109076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2399832704732109076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-this-work-for-blog-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4909598317584432939</id><published>2009-10-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:30:01.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You died in 1989, Wanna get back to that morning in May..." - Ludo &lt;3!!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, Ludo! They just did a release of their first 2 albums that if you're a good little fan like me you've had since last year XD But seriously, go check out &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Broken Bride&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ludo&lt;/span&gt; at a record/entertainment store near you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my harmless plug for my favorite band is over now XD&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Tawny, in which we ran into another woman we work with named Jenny, and we all checked out the Food Co-Op.  They have my favorite tea in already for Christmas; Celestial Seasonings Nutcracker Suite &lt;3 We also discussed work and the like but for my company's privacy I won't post our discussion in here (although I'd like to).&lt;br /&gt;Then came home, ate dinner, and talked to the infamous exboyfriend who just HAD to lawyer me (as usual).  Lawyering is where he puts me in my place with evidence to back it up; like, he's not just doing it to be a douchetool.  But whatever: someday I WILL get him...and it will feel ahhh-mazing! XD *evil giggle*  I do miss him and his friends in Ithaca.  We all need to hang out again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, with that I will leave you all for some Big Bang Theory, maybe? Oh, Dr. Sheldon Cooper, why are you so hot and brainy? :-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/Ssv9FM3CeXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SjZYBY7o2K4/s1600-h/sheldon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/Ssv9FM3CeXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SjZYBY7o2K4/s320/sheldon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389679644872178034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4909598317584432939?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4909598317584432939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4909598317584432939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4909598317584432939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4909598317584432939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-died-in-1989-wanna-get-back-to-that.html' title='&quot;You died in 1989, Wanna get back to that morning in May...&quot; - Ludo &lt;3!!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/Ssv9FM3CeXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/SjZYBY7o2K4/s72-c/sheldon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7107234408702417173</id><published>2009-10-06T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:24:13.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling where you want to hate someone, you really do, but something always happens to where either you can't or you just don't?  That's how my ex, James, and I are.  We'd probably love to hate each other; I know I've said I've hated him before, but something always happens where we end up all good again in the end and we remain friends.  THAT'S real right there; we just...click, ya know?  It's awkward and all, but I love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not too much has happened in my life recently, except that boyyy and I are talking again.  He was just busy with work and such the past week.  I really need to calm down, eh? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off with Tawnyyyy! Oh the adventures to be had :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7107234408702417173?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7107234408702417173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7107234408702417173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7107234408702417173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7107234408702417173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-that-feeling-where-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4616879138195780647</id><published>2009-10-02T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:59:26.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EPIPHANY! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you think about it, being in love is simply settling for someone you really get along with who has similar interests that you can't describe why you feel the way you do for them but you do and it's an amazing feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to believe that love and all things related was like this biiiiig beautiful rainbow of stuff that happened and we'd all live happily ever after.  WRONG! Love is exactly what my quote above says; settling for that one person who makes you happy and you get along with.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've had my share of bad relationships, let's not kid ourselves, but honestly I take each one and use it towards discovering what I really want out of a longer lasting one.  For instance, in my last relationship the guy I was with would walk around his town with me and show me everywhere he used to work or hang out at; I felt like I was getting a deeper understanding of him.  I liked that.  Unfortunately, he's addicted to pot; that I didn't like.  There have been several instances like this where I feel like I'm becoming a part of their world, and really that's what I would like to be.  A part of who they are and they would be a part of me (the key to the heart concept).  Another guy and I could stay on the phone for hours on end, just talking about what we used to say was "everything and nothing all at once"; LOVED that!  However, he cannot hold a steady relationship without panicking; HATED that.  Communication is the basis of all relationships; without it, the relationship will die.&lt;br /&gt;But my biggest discovery above every other one I've made throughout any of my failed relationships has been BE CONFIDENT!  Seriously, the only guys you're going to get by being a "Oh, I suck a life and should just go die" type of girl are the ones who only want one thing.  If you're overly cocky, however, you're going to get those guys too...or you'll just end up alone with your oversized ego.  Be a happy medium.  Let your natural talents shine through and be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I posted this tonight of all nights?  Recently, I've been through a lot of romance emotions: I've attempted getting James back. That failed.  Kyle said he wanted me.  I don't want him so FAIL.  I tried getting Spencer back tonight.  That failed.  I sat back and wondered, "Gee, maybe I don't need a man right now."  I mean, let's face it, the guy I really want isn't looking to date or anything right now; he's trying to fully move on so he can have a healthy relationship once that's over.  Maybe I should consider doing the same because if we think about it I haven't been single in over a year.  I think it's time for Kristin to just be Kristin (or KristaVolpe or Arcadia Elizabeth or...you get my point :]).  I WILL be happy being single!  And if I falter, I have my friends to back me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4616879138195780647?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4616879138195780647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4616879138195780647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4616879138195780647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4616879138195780647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/epiphany-d.html' title='EPIPHANY! :D'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-688656837446316251</id><published>2009-09-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:17:49.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"She gets what she wants, And she breaks what she gets, Get out while you can or she'll tear you to pieces..." - All Time Low &lt;33!</title><content type='html'>w00tz! This is my hundredth post in here! XDXD Let's keep me blogging for many many more years to come, shall we?  And no Elijah my blog does NOT suck! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was definitely an emotional rollercoaster for me.  I attempted getting back together with James, and it failed; he doesn't want committment and I do.  I then attempted getting him to make me hate him, and he got close; he basically told me that dealing with me is like "running in circles with a retard" so I cried, screamed "I HATE YOU" at him through the phone, and hung up.  He and I just need time then we'll be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Remember Kyle, everyone?  If you don't or weren't around back then, refer to May 2007 - sometime in 2008 I think.  Kyle was my "high school sweetheart" in a way; we dated on and off a few times and then lost contact until last week.  Now he won't stop texting me :P  He's attempting to get me to date him again, and I may but I'm skeptical.  What if this doesn't work out again?!  Really, our patterns don't show "success".  But who knows, right?&lt;br /&gt;That one friend contacted me tonight confirming that we are no longer friends.  That's fine; guess we had a good run, eh?  Really, I'm just upset with them for blatantly ignoring my birthday; sounds petty but we all had to make a big deal for their birthday, so why should mine be ignored?!  Whatever though.  Water under the bridge.  If they want to be my friend again, they know how to get at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for Bo video #2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lWe3KSuKlU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lWe3KSuKlU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he tries rapping about himself :P  This is song #1 like this; the other is called "I'm Bo Yo".  Gosh, I love him! &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to Facebook and maybe that boyyy will IM me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-688656837446316251?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/688656837446316251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=688656837446316251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/688656837446316251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/688656837446316251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-gets-what-she-wants-and-she-breaks.html' title='&quot;She gets what she wants, And she breaks what she gets, Get out while you can or she&apos;ll tear you to pieces...&quot; - All Time Low &lt;33!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7741657027487679567</id><published>2009-09-29T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:31:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When single frames from one magic night, Forever flicker in close up on the 3-D Imax of my mind..." RENT the musical</title><content type='html'>I took a better picture this morning so you all can either "AWWWW" or laugh at my hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsJRrCOagFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1Lx3bljFhNc/s1600-h/0929090812-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsJRrCOagFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1Lx3bljFhNc/s320/0929090812-00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386957904062087250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I AM 20! I know I look like I'm 12 here but bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY got around to uploading my Bo Burnham videos from his show but I don't think I'll post them all here at once; maybe one a day for five days :D&lt;br /&gt;Day One :: My Whole Family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKaZB1fWENk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YKaZB1fWENk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the fact that I'm so far back; we had seats in the second to last row because I didn't know I was going until 2 days before and purchased our tickets that Friday at 5pm :P I'm cool, I know.  Still amazing sound quality, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I may come back later. I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7741657027487679567?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7741657027487679567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7741657027487679567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7741657027487679567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7741657027487679567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-single-frames-from-one-magic-night.html' title='&quot;When single frames from one magic night, Forever flicker in close up on the 3-D Imax of my mind...&quot; RENT the musical'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsJRrCOagFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/1Lx3bljFhNc/s72-c/0929090812-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5697691059489544908</id><published>2009-09-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:45:47.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we were all curious:</title><content type='html'>Color Oops is probably good for those of us who DO NOT BLEACH THEIR HAIR as much as I have.  You see I went from having super dark hair to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsF0Yb7vNKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/IK7h84z9WoM/s1600-h/coloroops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsF0Yb7vNKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/IK7h84z9WoM/s320/coloroops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386714592475821218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand that I'm a natural blond but come on! Haha!  On the bright side, James says I can now pull off being the slutty pumpkin for Halloween (it's a How I Met Your Mother thing; my favorite episode :]])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for tonight, since I need to be up early to work for Vicki tomorrow morning.  I'm going to rewatch The Guild and crash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5697691059489544908?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5697691059489544908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5697691059489544908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5697691059489544908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5697691059489544908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-we-were-all-curious.html' title='Since we were all curious:'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsF0Yb7vNKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/IK7h84z9WoM/s72-c/coloroops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2460305630098264394</id><published>2009-09-27T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:39:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's a brand new day, And the sun is high, All the angels sing, Because you're gonna die!..." - Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog &lt;3</title><content type='html'>After careful consideration and a lot of thought (which I'm thinking are almost the same thing), I've decided that I'm going to be different.  In a good way.  Like...a better person who loves life, herself, and her true friends :)  I know I've been taking advantage of most of my friends, and I'm truly sorry about that; it just hit me :/ so from now on I'm going to be calmer, less clingy, and more fun! :D  And don't just sit there, laughing, saying, "OMG Kristin?! More fun?! She could never be!". Think again, doubting Thomas!  It's going to happen and it's going to be...LEGENDARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ENOUGH OF THAT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been pretty good, for the most part.  That boyyy and I are still talking, and we're still friends :)  James tried asking me back out, and I rejected him; I REALLY don't want him back, and I REALLY have moved on!&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say the highlight of my ENTIRE week was the Bo Burnham show I went to with Adam last night at The Egg in Albany, NY.  OMG SO MUCH FUN! And Bo is even funnier live than in his amazing videos.  But not just the show was amazing; hanging out with Adam was super fun too!  Getting lost in Albany trying to find a parking spot, blasting rap music through one ghetto section so maybe we'd "fit in", making fun of the "Bo Hos" who had just as bad of seats as we did (in our defense, I didn't buy the tickets until the night before), MEETING BO BURNHAM...and Adam giving Bo *his* autograph :P, and finally...trying to find the thru-way exit out of Albany and contemplating what we'd do if we got lost XD  That night was definitely full of WIN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And yes yes I did meet Bo Burnham, who is a GIANT with HUGE feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsA9NjzgCtI/AAAAAAAAAck/Q4u0wZvUiAY/s1600-h/kristinandbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsA9NjzgCtI/AAAAAAAAAck/Q4u0wZvUiAY/s320/kristinandbo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386372457493957330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 le sigh...:-*&lt;br /&gt;"My exgirlfriend has this fetish.  She likes to dress up as herself and act like a F****** B****!" - his opening line of his show XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I removed all the dark color from my hair and am officially a blond again :D That boyyy says it's much better this way.  No I didn't just do this for him; I was sick of the darkness.  I want to be happier...this could be the first step in! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH! I just realized Cora never called me T_T I wanted to tell her about Bo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2460305630098264394?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2460305630098264394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2460305630098264394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2460305630098264394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2460305630098264394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-brand-new-day-and-sun-is-high-all.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s a brand new day, And the sun is high, All the angels sing, Because you&apos;re gonna die!...&quot; - Dr. Horrible&apos;s Sing Along Blog &lt;3'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/SsA9NjzgCtI/AAAAAAAAAck/Q4u0wZvUiAY/s72-c/kristinandbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7849176883936567084</id><published>2009-09-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:34:31.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I'm still listening to yesterday's song, here's a survey.</title><content type='html'>People say you learn something new everyday, what did you learn today?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there really isn't a perfect one out there for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good day yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, until the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done anything embarrassing lately?&lt;br /&gt;I don't get embarrassed. Proven fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the realization that he doesn't want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;My past week was epic win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone disgust you?&lt;br /&gt;A couple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;Kory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they're in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;Not recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken someone back after they hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Several times. I never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a lot on your mind at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wouldn't you like to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again?&lt;br /&gt;That's a silly question considering that my most recent one does want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any make up right now?&lt;br /&gt;Eye liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone disappointed you recently?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that wasn't family to give you a ride somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Amy from Rite Aid gave me a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have something right now, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Him, but that's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's bed were you last on?&lt;br /&gt;I sleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of, but if anyone does they should REALLY speak up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with the choices you've made?&lt;br /&gt;Yes/No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this very moment, what exactly are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Filling out this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's your ex at?&lt;br /&gt;Working at the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wouldn't mind punching right now? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm not naming names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you wouldn't mind kissing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year were you single?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a big fan of thunderstorms?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're single, why?&lt;br /&gt;He's taking his time before he decides he actually wants me then in the end will he still want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat ranch with your pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to text you, what grade is he/she in?&lt;br /&gt;Dave; Senior in College, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did your day go yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;No clue. Give me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt were you wearing when you had your last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind when I say 69?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a whole year without cursing?&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's your favorite redhead?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Massage therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you felt like just disappearing?&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you currently listening to?&lt;br /&gt;My family talking around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish someone would turn up at your front door right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but that's wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you had a face to face conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;People at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12 am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to get online and he never did so I just went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep three nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;The couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it bother you when someone lies to you?&lt;br /&gt;Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you and your best friends will still be friends in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has this past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had any beer this week?&lt;br /&gt;Ew, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Green/Blue/Yellow/Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a bedroom. I sleep in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you younger than 19?&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm a year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship at this point in time?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever eaten soap?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Not that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a place you would like to visit?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is on your wrists right now?&lt;br /&gt;One wrist is naked and the other has two of those bandy-bracelets for cancer research support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you straighten your hair often?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get drunk every weekend?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture with?&lt;br /&gt;Joanna, Melissa, and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;One can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you argued with anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call it an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you jealous of anyone at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently wanting any body piercings or tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No since I pretty much have all the ones I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone completely understand you?&lt;br /&gt;There's one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you honestly believe that good things come to those who wait?&lt;br /&gt;For the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a double or single date?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for kids?&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you had a baby with the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;It would be an epic win baby, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Kory's voicemail. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you babe/baby?&lt;br /&gt;No one recently :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any stressful situations in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Only the ones I'm making stressful. I have to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you don't ever want to be out of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are hard?&lt;br /&gt;Only if you make them harder than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to avoid somebody at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have nice eyes?&lt;br /&gt;I've been told so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about girls who smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you happy when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7849176883936567084?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7849176883936567084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7849176883936567084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7849176883936567084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7849176883936567084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/since-im-still-listening-to-yesterdays.html' title='Since I&apos;m still listening to yesterday&apos;s song, here&apos;s a survey.'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-6732767444971247379</id><published>2009-09-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:44:15.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just as nervous as you are, I'm just a piece of glass, I'm just a subtle memory, That hasn't fully passed..." :: Evans Blue &lt;33</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I feel so blah tonight :(  I don't even know why, to be honest; like, I have no reason to be.  But part of me is screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! JUST STOP WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD!" and the other part is all "Everything will work out in the end; stay at it!" and then there's a teeny, tiny little voice saying "Don't listen to anyone".  I hate this feeling.  It makes me just want to give up and accept defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went back to him, it would just end badly like it did the first time. If I keep waiting around for him to make up his mind, I could be waiting forever.  See my paradox?  Someone have any advice for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with my song of the night ["No One Looks As Good As You In That" - Evans Blue]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymIM4_vC4N8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymIM4_vC4N8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-6732767444971247379?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6732767444971247379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=6732767444971247379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6732767444971247379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/6732767444971247379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-just-as-nervous-as-you-are-im-just.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just as nervous as you are, I&apos;m just a piece of glass, I&apos;m just a subtle memory, That hasn&apos;t fully passed...&quot; :: Evans Blue &lt;33'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5631288751609403079</id><published>2009-09-16T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:05:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple rules I choose to live by</title><content type='html'>* NEVER follow any code (ie - The Bro Code, The Girl Code, etc); always just do what makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When attempting to catch someone's attention, make sure they cannot read your blog :x  Trust me, it's not all it's cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't talk to a person about themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;Example - Kristin wouldn't talk to Kory about Kory; Kory wouldn't talk to Kristin about Kristin.&lt;br /&gt;[these are just examples and since I'm talking to him at the moment, he's the first name that popped in my head, sorry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nothing good happens after 2am; when 2am hits you just go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5631288751609403079?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5631288751609403079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5631288751609403079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5631288751609403079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5631288751609403079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-rules-i-choose-to-live-by.html' title='A couple rules I choose to live by'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7201322089252753723</id><published>2009-09-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:41:03.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby you'll be famous, chase you until you love me &lt;3</title><content type='html'>In case you all missed it or didn't know to begin with, today is my 20th birthday! Wootz!  I've been alive for two decades...and what an eventful two decades they have been :P&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I have an amazingly good feeling about this year. I mean, not much as changed dramatically since I was 19 (okay it's been a half-hour but still).  Is it because I'm actually happier with my life?  Could be.  Is it because I'm getting closer and closer to Kory every time we talk?  Could be.  Whatever the case, I hope this lasts for me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly more random note, I've become slightly addicted to Lady Gaga's song "Paparazzi".  It's so catchy and fun, and according to James it should be my theme song...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgMcjARMAag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgMcjARMAag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to go back to IMing Kory and whatnot before crashing &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7201322089252753723?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7201322089252753723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7201322089252753723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7201322089252753723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7201322089252753723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-youll-be-famous-chase-you-until.html' title='baby you&apos;ll be famous, chase you until you love me &lt;3'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-5148302759336359325</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:53:36.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life and people involved in it are funny, strange individuals. Never a dull moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-5148302759336359325?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5148302759336359325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=5148302759336359325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5148302759336359325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/5148302759336359325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-and-people-involved-in-it-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-9173559286122182173</id><published>2009-09-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:27:28.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Wanna Date My Avatar?" - The Guild video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urNyg1ftMIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defintely LOVE this :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-9173559286122182173?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9173559286122182173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=9173559286122182173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9173559286122182173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/9173559286122182173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-wanna-date-my-avatar-guild-video.html' title='&quot;Do You Wanna Date My Avatar?&quot; - The Guild video'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-234760608141149491</id><published>2009-09-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:11:07.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nothing good happens after 2am; when 2am hits you just go to bed" :: Ted Moseby [How I Met Your Mother]</title><content type='html'>Have you ever set anything on fire?&lt;br /&gt;A candle and a cigarette. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you heartless?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sent the last text that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like someone, are you mean to them, or do you ignore them?&lt;br /&gt;Ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me a little secret you have?&lt;br /&gt;I've liked the same guy since 8th grade and still haven't given up on him yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat meat?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch any tv shows with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;TV on DVD and not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know when your parents' anniversary is?&lt;br /&gt;June 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;A couple people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which would be more meaningful to you: I love you a lot, I love you so much, or I love you more than anything?&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anything, which is a lie but it's a nice lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say "psycho", who is the first person that comes to your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha...don't ask me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it piss you off that stupid sixth graders think they're in love?&lt;br /&gt;YES!  They don't know what love is until they've be shattered like I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a specific moment you can replay in your mind perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you and why?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, to tell me he might stop in to my job and see me.  He didn't :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were in the hospital on life support, who would come and visit you?&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact Kory, Cora, Tawny, and Anthony would :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I don't want to go to work D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there some songs you can't listen to because they remind you of someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  As long as they're not drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite breed of dog?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who doesn’t eat meat?&lt;br /&gt;I know several people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your most embarrassing moment recently?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphorically speaking, what was the last thing to crush you?&lt;br /&gt;Finding out the truth about something I had suspected from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do clingy people bother you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, because I'm one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one unique thing about you?&lt;br /&gt;Psh, me in general.  I was voted Most Unique by my senior class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where or when do you feel the safest?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sleeping with my teddy bear.  Yeah, sounds lame but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that mankind is essentially good or essentially bad?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a lot of things go wrong at once, how do you react?&lt;br /&gt;I blank and freeze up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something that you treasure:&lt;br /&gt;My teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point were your parents most disappointed in you?&lt;br /&gt;When I started failing school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night owl or early bird?&lt;br /&gt;Night owl, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if a leprechaun jumped out of a bush and stole your wallet?&lt;br /&gt;It honestly would take me a minute to realize my wallet was stolen and then I'd chase after the little jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wear mis-matched socks?&lt;br /&gt;Always &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle a break up?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how into the relationship I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened at 9 AM today?&lt;br /&gt;No idea since I was still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever?&lt;br /&gt;No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you nice to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that I trust, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did before bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Started watching The Invisible and IMed Kory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've stayed up in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your life story would make a great movie?&lt;br /&gt;It might, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your last four texts from?&lt;br /&gt;Facebook, Twitter, Facebook, Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I sound pathetic there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust all your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always get along with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather your partner have gorgeous eyes or a gorgeous smile?&lt;br /&gt;Smile.  Teeth are a biiiig issue with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you're looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;Bo Burnham and possibly Ludo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;br /&gt;I hope so, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day been rough?&lt;br /&gt;Meh, on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone who has messed up your life?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read Twilight?&lt;br /&gt;Just the first book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you felt sad?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wake up in the middle of the night last night?&lt;br /&gt;No, because I was already awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever let a boyfriend/girlfriend put you through hell and back?&lt;br /&gt;I have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Day off.  I never plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes :)  For them I am eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in perfect?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you had a baby with the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...a baby with Twitter? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you disliked about today?&lt;br /&gt;Screaming children in my store &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk into a room full of strangers and maintain your confidence?&lt;br /&gt;Usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you happy today?&lt;br /&gt;Very few things, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like meeting new people?&lt;br /&gt;Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at giving advice?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who I'm giving the advice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I prefer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on pot?&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  I won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?&lt;br /&gt;Kory over IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes or chews?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  I've dated a smoker before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given the chance and you wouldn't get caught, would you try heroine?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your home besides family?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was last night enjoyable for you?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes it was :D  Mayonaise ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me lies, so is the last person you texted attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes.  Twitter is a sexy beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kissed someone last night, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, you caught me.  I kissed my teddy bear Dani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a better day yesterday or today?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just felt like you could cry an ocean?&lt;br /&gt;I have cried an ocean a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm, cold, or content?&lt;br /&gt;Chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;"I want to watch this movie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? If so, where?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rite Aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you stayed up all night?:&lt;br /&gt;When I lived with Amy, and we had Anthony over and we all got wasted off of Tootsie Rolls XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you have your last birthday party?:&lt;br /&gt;My house, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you order pizza from the most?:&lt;br /&gt;Various places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days is your record for time spent in a hospital?:&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the last movie you saw in a theater?:&lt;br /&gt;The Final Destination.  It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite ride at the fair?:&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to a fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite inside joke you have with a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;I have many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your computer?:&lt;br /&gt;grey &amp;amp; black &amp;amp; silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?:&lt;br /&gt;Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray often?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone knock out your teeth?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are all the fun things illegal?:&lt;br /&gt;That's not true!  Not ALL fun things; just a majority of them ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite day of the week?:&lt;br /&gt;It used to be Thursday because my favorite shows were always on that night but now I don't have a favorite day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like rain?:&lt;br /&gt;No, it makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite word?:&lt;br /&gt;I have too many to list here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pennies sitting on your computer desk?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most unique thing about your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, don't ask about my "bedroom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glow-in-the-dark stars?:&lt;br /&gt;I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have anything that glows in the dark?:&lt;br /&gt;A pair of gauges that are too small for my ears now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your pillow case?:&lt;br /&gt;On the normal sized pillow, black &amp;amp; red.  On my huge pillow, pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you thinking about right now?:&lt;br /&gt;Am I just wasting my time or does he actually like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had the chicken pox?:&lt;br /&gt;Once.  The normal amount of times someone has the chicken pox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you brushed your teeth?:&lt;br /&gt;This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite emotion?:&lt;br /&gt;Content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your least favorite subject in school?:&lt;br /&gt;Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school do you go to?:&lt;br /&gt;None at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mascot at your school?&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to a school, ergo there is no mascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?:&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite flavor of skittles?:&lt;br /&gt;Cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew the truth was gonna hurt you would you still wanna hear it?:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do long distance relationships work?:&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the people, the circumstances, and the timing.  If all of that is working together smoothly, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite scary movie?:&lt;br /&gt;The Invisible is a thriller.  Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to know everything about someone's past?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that dreams can be messages from a "higher level"?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like kissing in public?&lt;br /&gt;Watching other people do it? No.  Myself, personally doing it? Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;Such a hypocrite, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How well do you handle criticism?&lt;br /&gt;I handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to date someone a lot purer than you?&lt;br /&gt;Normally, the super pure aren't attracted to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just met someone incredible while out with friends, and (s)he's been kind enough to cough up a phone number. How long do you wait to call?&lt;br /&gt;Until I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you have a 'Happy Button' installed on your body, connected to your brain, which would instantly make you very happy whenever you pressed it?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather know everything about your mate, or be regularly surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Know everything through regular surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all human, do you judge someone for a past indiscretion?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have your dream job or your soul mate for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think before you speak?&lt;br /&gt;Not usually and it gets me in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make the wrong choices often?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a busy weekend coming up?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am having a birthday on Thursday...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fallen for someone older than you?&lt;br /&gt;All the time &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling lately?&lt;br /&gt;Meh, could be better, could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel awkward when strangers say hi to you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.  I just say Hi back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything upsetting you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Not as much as they were at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good birthday this year?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you after Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sure do :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last dream?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently frustrated with a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;Not frustrated so much as confused and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, but I will later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish upon stars?&lt;br /&gt;All the time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh enough?&lt;br /&gt;Not even close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-234760608141149491?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/234760608141149491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=234760608141149491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/234760608141149491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/234760608141149491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-good-happens-after-2am-when-2am.html' title='&quot;Nothing good happens after 2am; when 2am hits you just go to bed&quot; :: Ted Moseby [How I Met Your Mother]'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7303301426293881458</id><published>2009-09-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:00:15.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't feel like writing an actual entry so here's my current song:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now the old flames will pass away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw your light once, did you see mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But not all things will pass away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You turned your light off, so I turned mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from your sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away from the nothing that you feel for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is this how you wanna go down right before my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the saddest sight I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're so quiet and you never make a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But here inside my mind you are the loudest one I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you were right, right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took everything you had but you finally broke my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote hey, listen 'cause I'll only say this once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I finally found the words that mean enough to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye my soul, unquote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Evans Blue :: Quote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not the happiest song or the whole song but it's what sticks out to me the most tonight.  I hung out with my friends earlier; they're dating and watching them cuddle and everything killed me.  I miss it...a lot.  Can't sugar-coat it.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, maybe I'm just not the girl for anyone right now.  Yes, I do like Kory an awful lot, but does he even like me like that?!  I mean, he says we would cuddle and whatnot if we were in the same room but is he trying to just be my cuddly friend?!  Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7303301426293881458?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7303301426293881458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7303301426293881458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7303301426293881458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7303301426293881458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-dont-feel-like-writing-actual.html' title='I really don&apos;t feel like writing an actual entry so here&apos;s my current song:'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4863996456728735184</id><published>2009-09-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:25:17.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Info Much?</title><content type='html'>So it's almost midnight here in rainy Fort Plain, NY, and I should be going to sleep since I have to get up at 7am to be at work for 7:45 but I have everything and nothing going through my head all at once.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I mentioned in an earlier entry that I go by the name KristaVolpe a lot of the time now.  There is a reason for that and you may think it's a stupid one, but whatever.  When I quit high school, I lost all my friends.  Even when I went to SCCC to get my GED did I not have too many people I could talk to; my only real friends were online.  One day, I'm sitting in the common area of SCCC chatting with my friend Lauren on AIM and she tells me to go to her MySpace and see what she's done with it.  Turns out she found a new band and stole their layout :x  But that's not all--she made her song into this infectously catch rock song called "Love Me Dead".  Now at first I was like "'Love Me Dead'?  That sounds horrible!  Who would write such a thing?!" but then I clicked "Play"...it was AMAZING!  When I returned home, I looked up more music from this band called Ludo (yes, they're named after the character from the 80's movie The Labrynth). Lo and behold, they had more super catchy songs.  Within the next month, I became a little obsessed; bought their CDs, downloaded their nonreleased tracks, fell in love with the lead singer Andrew Volpe.  On October 17 2008, my friend Krystina and I went to one of their shows at Northern Lights in Clifton Park, NY.  Most amazing, high energy shows I've ever been to!  After the show, I met Andrew who is one of the nicest guy ever.  Since then I've been using his last name as my cover name.  Ludo isn't just one of my favorite bands; they're one of my best friends.  When I'm upset, they make me smile like no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Kory and I have been talking for almost 3 days straight now and things are still progressing nicely I'd say.  No, we're not dating or in a relationship or anything, but I did tell him I loved him and we seem to talk about almost anything that comes to mind.  This is just dificult for me because I'm used to moving fast and being in a relationship by now, haha.  Maybe all my persistance and waiting will pay off in the end, eh?  Only time will tell...&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, yes I was once a ballerina.  Took ballet and tap lessons for almost 6 years...now I can't dance at all :P  It's funny because I'll put my headphones on and just go at it, moving to the beat, and my sister will tell me I'm "too white" to do that, haha.  Do I miss the dancing?  You bet!  They were some fun times :)  Would I be able to get back into it again?  Mmm, probably not.  I no longer have the desire to or the body for it (ballerinas are typically small and dainty; I am not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it; a more in-depth look into the life of a one Kristin E. Staples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4863996456728735184?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4863996456728735184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4863996456728735184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4863996456728735184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4863996456728735184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-info-much.html' title='Random Info Much?'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3094832750763509938</id><published>2009-09-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:34:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapbox :: BE WARNED!</title><content type='html'>As I looked through some of my Facebook friends' photos, I realized something that I should've picked up on years and years ago: I've never really fit in.  Okay, sure, I have Anthony, Cora, Tawny, and many other friends, but they didn't come into my life until after I met the ones from elementary school.  Those ones were the first friends you were supposed to have in life, and apparently I just wasn't up to their standards.  I did have one friend from Kindergarten; she and I were inseparable...until I moved away for a few months, she got into sports, and when I returned she ignored me like I never existed.  Now she's happily married in another state; how did I find that out? Facebook and MySpace.  I just think it's sad that I find out most of my information about people from the internet when others are getting a first-hand account.&lt;br /&gt;The one friend that got me thinking about this was a guy I've also known since Kindergarten.  He and I were never close, close friends but we've talked on several occasions.  I recently ran into him at his place of employment, where he told me he was going away to college in 2 weeks.  Once I left, I searched him on Facebook; lo and behold, he had one, with several hundred friends.  He added me, and I just finally sat down and checked out his pictures tonight.  This guy somehow managed to maintain friendship with a lot of the old friends, and seeing these pictures made me feel a little left out to be honest.  I always wanted people to remember me...&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm fine.  Done some thinking, and I know that the ones who stick around through the battles are the ones I want by my side forever &lt;3  Without you guys, I'd be super lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my rant for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I've been talking to Kory all day and almost all night, and things seem to be progressing nicely =)  If he and I do end up becoming a couple, a lotttt of people will either be surprised or happy for us; after all, I have been in like with him since 8th grade :P  Only time will tell here &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;♥*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3094832750763509938?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3094832750763509938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3094832750763509938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3094832750763509938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3094832750763509938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-looked-through-some-of-my-facebook.html' title='Soapbox :: BE WARNED!'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4608458100317054022</id><published>2009-09-10T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:07:07.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new girl is training today. i forgot my necklace at home. im working until nine. oh...and im still single. suck universe much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4608458100317054022?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4608458100317054022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4608458100317054022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4608458100317054022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4608458100317054022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-girl-is-training-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-3370472393483207217</id><published>2009-09-09T22:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:22:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can now mobile update my blog! awesome XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-3370472393483207217?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3370472393483207217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=3370472393483207217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3370472393483207217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/3370472393483207217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-now-mobile-update-my-blog-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-7546495691671737702</id><published>2009-09-09T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:29:18.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XD XD XD XD</title><content type='html'>Ahh, to be happy!  You know, I used to think happiness was overrated and only for set people, but really anyone can be happy, even me the emo kid XD  Honestly, it just took a few bad events and turns in my life to make me realize this.&lt;br /&gt;One friend that was mad at me is no longer mad at me; they're talking to me and everything again.  The other, however, says they will remain upset with me, but in time I know I'll be forgiven...at least a little.  Nothing will ever be as it was though, this I know for a fact.  But maybe this is a good thing.  Everything happens for a reason, eh?  Then the other other friend is the most confusing person I've ever met but in time we will speak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good, keeps my mind occupied and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, boys!  There are two I'm in between at the moment; and by in between I mean I like them both.  One is named Dave; he's James' best friend and he's adorable, funny, charming, sweet, and did I mention adorable?!  He plays video games, is smart, and all that good stuff...but isn't interested in me.  And if he is, James would NEVER let him have me :/  The other is Kory.  Kory, I've liked since 8th grade when he rejected me over and over again.  Right now, he and I are catching up over AIM and it seems to be going smoothly :D  Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I just babbled for four paragraphs there haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-7546495691671737702?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7546495691671737702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=7546495691671737702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7546495691671737702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/7546495691671737702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/xd-xd-xd-xd.html' title='XD XD XD XD'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2791342224809836493</id><published>2009-09-07T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:35:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lose one friend, Lose all friends, Lose yourself" ~ Shaun Hunter :: Boy Meets World</title><content type='html'>My subject sort of fits what my entry will be about.  It's a little about friendships, a little about myself, and a little about love/caring/honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday September 6, 2009, was the epitome of bad day for me (next to getting dumped then having to drop out of high school, I mean; nothing could top that).  I lost two friends who I thought would always be there for me in less than 10 minutes it seems, then I lost another later that day.  Details are sketchy (as always) but this just made me realize something that I have always been too blind to see my whole life: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHOULD NOT BE AS TRUSTING AS I AM.&lt;/span&gt;  The two friends I lost together were the closest to me, the ones I went to when something bad would happen and they'd try to cheer me up or the ones who would wreak havoc late at night with me when we were all bored and didn't want to sleep yet.  The other one might come back to me later in life, and I hope they do because I truly do think they're an amazing person.  They get me better than almost anyone else I've known; no one else except Kyle and this person have seen the real me under the facade I put on to upkeep my other "friends".&lt;br /&gt;But then...something clicked with me.  Just as I'm about to say "I just lost all my friends", it hit me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have many more friends than I've realized and a family who cares about me more than anyone else ever will :)&lt;/span&gt;  That one realization kept me from becoming manic depressive and doing something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the new me, saying goodbye to the people who have used me and the people who have hurt me and saying hello to the ones who never would...at least intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back living with my family, and I actually could not be happier.  I never thought I'd ever miss them as much as I did but I'm glad they've accepted me back even though there really isn't any room for me :X  They love me, and I love them.  Things are going to be better for me now, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;To the ones I now know truly care and want me around: Thank you so very much!  Without you guys, I'd be nothing XD  We have many, many more fun times ahead of us, trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and 10 days until I'm 20!  I'm excited even though 20 isn't all that important of a birthday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next we meet...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2791342224809836493?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2791342224809836493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2791342224809836493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2791342224809836493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2791342224809836493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/09/lose-one-friend-lose-all-friends-lose.html' title='&quot;Lose one friend, Lose all friends, Lose yourself&quot; ~ Shaun Hunter :: Boy Meets World'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-8659730655642271580</id><published>2009-08-29T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:24:32.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning out into the breeze, Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees, They had breakfast together but 2 eggs don't last...</title><content type='html'>Mmmm, my favorite song next to "Konstantine" - Something Corporate; "Remembering Sunday" - All Time Low.  I know, I know; "you've liked this song for many years now, aren't you sick of it?".  My answer is no, I could never be sick of it.  It has so much meaning for my life and myself that really it's something of my theme song.  I made it into mine and James' song when we were together and the other night I was listening to it; in the middle of the first chorus, he called me.  Fate knows how much this song means to me, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...this past week was filled with WIN and FAIL.  WIN because there were parts where I had a ton of fun; hung around with Amy, went out with Tawny &amp;amp; Cora, went around with Amy, Anthony, &amp;amp; Amber, and even hung out with Amy &amp;amp; Rocky and had fun.  FAIL because I'm still single, and fate is being her normal elegant, cold-hearted whore self.  Cora and I met a boy named Will.  Will shouted his cell number to both of us and we all commenced to texting.  Cora decided to take things slower than I did and not jump right into a whole "I like you and want to date you" spiel.  I, however, FAIL epically and the guy won't even talk to me anymore.  Like, okay, he will but I don't think we're going to hang out.  *sigh* I struck again.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you get the chance to go see The Final Destination, DON'T.  It sucked major ice.  Seriously, there's no plot except they all die, and even the deaths aren't that creative or logical.  Oh, and blood isn't as bright red as they were making it to be.  That's just my opinion; take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what does the next week hold in store for me?  Everyone I'd hang out with is going back to school, and I have work.  BUT I have Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday off :D  A Mini-vacation!  yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, I can't think of more to write; just wanted to update y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-8659730655642271580?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8659730655642271580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=8659730655642271580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8659730655642271580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/8659730655642271580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaning-out-into-breeze-remembering.html' title='Leaning out into the breeze, Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees, They had breakfast together but 2 eggs don&apos;t last...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-4487075512803330705</id><published>2009-08-24T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:11:05.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never end up like him; behind my back I already am</title><content type='html'>*sigh* FINALLY a couple days off of work!  I've been working almost nonstop for the past week and I neeeeeeeed a day or so to relax and sleep and breathe!  haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Donny has a girlfriend (of course) and expected me to be the other woman.  Um...NO!  Sorry, I want a relationship; not a hook-up.  James and I talk a bit more now, but still nothing like we used to, and like last night when I tried to explain things to him he said he had to go and hung up.  It's like he doesn't want to listen to me.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, so happy to be out of work that I don't know what to write XD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-4487075512803330705?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4487075512803330705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=4487075512803330705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4487075512803330705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/4487075512803330705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-never-end-up-like-him-behind-my.html' title='I will never end up like him; behind my back I already am'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1202469218494370827</id><published>2009-08-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:24:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life According to All Time Low</title><content type='html'>Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 10 people you like and include me. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "My life according to (band name)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;br /&gt;The Girl's a Straight-Up Hustler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Do the One-Two Step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Shameless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you currently live:&lt;br /&gt;Hello Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go anywhere, where would you go:&lt;br /&gt;Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend is:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Maria, Count Me In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your best friends are:&lt;br /&gt;Six Feet Under The Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color is:&lt;br /&gt;Too Much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that:&lt;br /&gt;This Is How We Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;We Say Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite time of day:&lt;br /&gt;Stay Awake (Dreams Only Last For A Night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was a tv show, what would it be called:&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life to you:&lt;br /&gt;The Party Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Circles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear?:&lt;br /&gt;Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best advice you have to give:&lt;br /&gt;Break Out! Break Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Let It Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would it be:&lt;br /&gt;Stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite food is:&lt;br /&gt;Poppin' Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I would like to die:&lt;br /&gt;Running From Lions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul’s present condition:&lt;br /&gt;Weightless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto:&lt;br /&gt;Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1202469218494370827?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1202469218494370827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1202469218494370827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1202469218494370827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1202469218494370827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-according-to-all-time-low.html' title='My Life According to All Time Low'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-1792975469011878820</id><published>2009-08-19T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:09:46.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna break your little heart, Watch you take a fall, Laugh it all the way to the hospital, Cuz there's nothing surgery can do...</title><content type='html'>Mmmmm, All Time Low &lt;333  I swear, next to Ludo, they own my soul :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty legendary/epic hehe.  Hung out with Cora, Tawny, and Tawny's friend Will; we went all over the place :P  First, we went to FM where I unenrolled for the Fall semester.  Sucks, but it had to be done :/  Then we went to Gloversville where I called Donny (remember him from way way back in the day?!) and Cora and I walked over to his house XD  Fun times...I had forgotten how much I actually missed him...until he tried to raaaaaaaape me haha  Okay, it might have been willing but still.  I hate quickies XD Then Cora and I got Chinese rice while Tawny and Will did whatever in his apartment [what happens up there stays up there :P].  Andddd now I'm still with them at Tawny's house on Cora's laptop.  Gosh, I'm such an interwebz mooch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out today that James is now an ordained minister for the Ministry of Awesome, along with Mike and maybe Dave is too.  What I want to know is what's the big deal about this?  And can women be ministers too? :3  If you're curious, go on Facebook and search "Ministry of Awesome"; it's a group, but I've heard there's an actual church dedicated to it out in Ithaca, NY.  Anyone have any info, LET ME KNOW! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddddd with that, I'll leave you for a few XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh blog, how I've missed youuuu &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-1792975469011878820?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/1792975469011878820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=1792975469011878820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1792975469011878820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/1792975469011878820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-break-your-little-heart-watch.html' title='I&apos;m gonna break your little heart, Watch you take a fall, Laugh it all the way to the hospital, Cuz there&apos;s nothing surgery can do...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235278828807649754.post-2832682327193066626</id><published>2009-08-18T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:21:52.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;&amp; I would walk 500 miles...</title><content type='html'>I haaaaate that song but we've listened to it so much today that it's now in my head D:  Today is Anthony's 21st birthday and I think we did a good job celebrating it.  Amy and I came over, gave him our gifts, Amy took us all out to dinner where Anthony had his first official alcoholic drink (and got sung to by the Pizzeria Uno staff :P), then we malled for a few until we came back to Anthony and Amber's apartment for cake and ice cream XD Fun times!   Can't wait for my 20th birthday in 29 days haha!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, my mind has just been on one thing: Ludo is coming to the Highline Ballroom in NYC on October 17, and I'm going with Krystina and hopefully a group of people I gather XD  It's so going to be legendary...they're amazing on stage!  Tickets are only $12 which is really good for a concert.  I cannot wait!!  I hope I get to meet Andrew Volpe again that night...*sigh* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for my How I Met Your Mother fans out there, I licked the Liberty Bell in Schenectady tonight.  My life is now fulfilled hahaha!! Neil Patrick Harris would be proud :3 hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since I'm using Amber's laptop I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6235278828807649754-2832682327193066626?l=isawyougofaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2832682327193066626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6235278828807649754&amp;postID=2832682327193066626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2832682327193066626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235278828807649754/posts/default/2832682327193066626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isawyougofaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-would-walk-500-miles.html' title='&amp;&amp; I would walk 500 miles...'/><author><name>Krista Volpe is Screaming Silence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10645150023409396393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYFsvoqk9Mc/S7zA034j_BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/AaPEAltQ-Uw/S220/DSCI0215.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
