<?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-2480355683904415136</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:40.877-04:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>We were cowboys, we were savin' the world.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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going on these days?  the craziest of things have been happening.  and with each new incident things get weirder and weirder.  thats about all i can say about that i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this feeling again, and i haven't felt it in a while.  i don't know if it was the nice weather or the lyrics i read a few days back, but i once again feel loved.  i am opening up my heart again, something i should have never stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1736537035734431470?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1736537035734431470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1736537035734431470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing?</title><content type='html'>i've been bracing myself for years and now that i'm about to hit the water, i don't feel at all like i should.. i've got a lot of things to fix.  i just need to get my head out of the clouds and do them.  i'm not gonna fuck up now, when i should be coasting anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be content with leaving a mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5784875673735363708?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5784875673735363708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5784875673735363708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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no g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6000673964901970661?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6000673964901970661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6000673964901970661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6000673964901970661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6000673964901970661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-dont-be-surprised.html' title='and don&apos;t be surprised..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6888612346019504157</id><published>2009-04-27T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:02:23.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't happy. I wasn't happy where I was.. what is life without a purpose? what is purpose without love?</title><content type='html'>haircut, girlfriend, job, money, mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6888612346019504157?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6888612346019504157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6888612346019504157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6888612346019504157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6888612346019504157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wasnt-happy-i-wasnt-happy-where-i-was.html' title='I wasn&apos;t happy. I wasn&apos;t happy where I was.. what is life without a purpose? what is purpose without love?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-481974873267489976</id><published>2009-03-17T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:55:44.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i realized i wasn't made for these times.</title><content type='html'>recently i guess my view on you and your friends has changed.  i used to think you led &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; wonderful life and were always doing these incredible 'indie' things and that what you have with your boyfriend was so pure and true... but after meeting you, i realize that you aren't any of those things.  you're just.. ordinary, and not even necessarily someone that i should be so intrigued with becoming friends.  i now see that this "love" you have with this guy is false and that you are only still with him because you fear change.  furthermore, you aren't confident, you have low self-esteem and are often unsure of things.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; disappointed in myself for thinking you different, its not your fault at all, i shouldn't have put you on such a pedestal.  and your friends, they insincere and backstabbing, not loyal and appreciative, and i imagine you are the same..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-481974873267489976?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2611112441971051729</id><published>2009-03-16T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:26:41.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she sang as she potted plants.. thinking things and making plans.</title><content type='html'>well i had an eventful weekend, and it was nice for the most part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, ally and i traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;newport&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ky&lt;/span&gt; to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;enlou&lt;/span&gt; make their return and pomegranates play their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; release show.  unfortunately, we got stuck in a hour and a half long traffic jam on i-74 and missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enlou&lt;/span&gt; by only fifteen minutes.  fortunately though, i got to talk to curt and drew, though i didn't meet their new drummer and only saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; once.  i think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tulo&lt;/span&gt; and i are going to try and go there over spring break, at least i hope so.  ally and i ended up driving home that night, but not after an hour of getting the GPS out of my broken glove compartment..  we got back at about 5:30 am and just hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, i woke up pretty late, and ally went home.  then i picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;noah&lt;/span&gt; and bill and we met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tulo&lt;/span&gt; at the new store, S.M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Okes&lt;/span&gt; aha.  i ended up buying some top tobacco and rolling tubes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been rolling my own cigarettes again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tulo&lt;/span&gt; bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;garcia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vega&lt;/span&gt; senators and we smoked them at the park.  after that, we went back to my house and met up with jack and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;skyler&lt;/span&gt;. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dicked&lt;/span&gt; around for a bit and then headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;liz's&lt;/span&gt; for her annual birthday party.  it was a great time, everyone was there and we were all happy and having a good time.  we left at about 1:30 and i crashed, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tulo&lt;/span&gt; and i met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kyndra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mcdonald&lt;/span&gt;) and went to beech grove high school to watch dancer's edge, more specifically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jazzmin&lt;/span&gt;, compete.  they were seriously awesome, they just have this wow factor that no other studio can bring.. i thought that it was just that way at the big recital, but today i realized that DE makes it happen anywhere they go aha.  after watching the competition for a few hours we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;coldstone&lt;/span&gt; in greenwood to visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;chlz&lt;/span&gt;/not get free ice cream.  it was good to see her, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kara&lt;/span&gt; as well..  on the way there and home, we got on the subject of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kyndra&lt;/span&gt; asked us if he was a good boyfriend, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tulo&lt;/span&gt; and i told the truth, what we had heard from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ex's&lt;/span&gt; and what we had observed.  unfortunately, it wasn't all good.  naturally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kyndra&lt;/span&gt; told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; what we said and it hurt him.. i believe that he is quitting SWAN.. i hope that i can talk to him and change his mind about all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; text messaged me, angrily, and let me know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been a bad friend; which i would say is true.  i hate to say that people take sides when a couple breaks up, but its true and i feel badly because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;katie&lt;/span&gt; and i have had one hell of a friendship and i haven't been supportive at all to her.  i hope that as time passes, things will go back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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plans.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6068015970949779755</id><published>2009-03-10T22:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:48:56.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well i am a bird and you are a fish, and we will fly and we will float..</title><content type='html'>its been a bit but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; found that its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt; to write about small things that happen everyday, and more importantly my immediate reaction to them; and that allowing myself to reflect upon certain situations and then write about it is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things with ally are wonderful.. she is really something special and every time we are together we just have fun, its very simple and i wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;victoria&lt;/span&gt; and i barely speak anymore.. and its killing me.  she is honestly a sister to me, and though i know she's been going through  a TON (even more than usual), it still hurts not to speak to her.. i hope that soon things will change, and i have a feeling that they will for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i think i can say that i had a bit of an awakening.  i was in mission mart buying suitcases (forty-nine cents a piece, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hellz&lt;/span&gt; yeah), and i saw their prayer list.. it hit me hard because names of people i know were on there, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;v's&lt;/span&gt; brother, and i guess i realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; taking things for granted.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been very good recently, and i think that the idea that life is supposed to be that way started to take over.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been praying recently, something that i hadn't done on a regular basis in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking the other day, and SO MUCH has changed from three months ago when i was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;valerie&lt;/span&gt;, a world of change in fact.  i talked to her sister today because its her birthday, and she wondered where i went and i really couldn't give a good answer.  not to say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not content with whats happened in the past three months, i suppose it just snuck up on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6068015970949779755?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6068015970949779755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6068015970949779755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6068015970949779755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6068015970949779755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-am-bird-and-you-are-fish-and-we.html' title='well i am a bird and you are a fish, and we will fly and we will float..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5345425501762702179</id><published>2009-03-02T22:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:58:23.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wasn't happy. i wasn't happy where i was..</title><content type='html'>i am grand.. i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5345425501762702179?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5345425501762702179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5345425501762702179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5345425501762702179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5345425501762702179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wasnt-happy-i-wasnt-happy-where-i-was.html' title='i wasn&apos;t happy. i wasn&apos;t happy where i was..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-363935824960013787</id><published>2009-02-17T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:52:58.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..they say they like the way we feel when we get touched.</title><content type='html'>last night was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on about this when i have a picture or two to show for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-363935824960013787?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6681824454973628273</id><published>2009-02-10T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:56:17.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this place feels so surreal.. am I alive?</title><content type='html'>i'm working hard, and i love it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6373/318633132872c1122569rn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 479px;" src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/6373/318633132872c1122569rn7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6681824454973628273?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6151351706544099590</id><published>2009-02-05T00:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:08:42.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..where is my limit</title><content type='html'>well i got to see all the day holiday tonight, and it was truly wonderful..  i missed those dudes a lot, and seeing them and their bright faces and seeing all the success that they have been having is awesome.  i always somehow forget how good it feels to see them live, its a feeling like none other, and i will forever love them for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also very good to see michelle, i hadn't seen her since halloween, she is an instant mood lifter, and though i got home past midnight, it was a very good decision to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6151351706544099590?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6151351706544099590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6151351706544099590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6151351706544099590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6151351706544099590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-is-my-limit.html' title='..where is my limit'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5210633262161202669</id><published>2009-02-04T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:41:39.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>is depression, or satan telling lies?</title><content type='html'>today i missed school again, and i went to see the nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practitioner&lt;/span&gt;, not the doctor, and got a few things.  the most painful was a shot, and the rest was some medicine and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shitty&lt;/span&gt; disclaimer about the dangers of being an asthmatic that smokes.  it didn't phase me much, i don't want to quit.. but i DO need to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i get to see all the day holiday yet again, its been quite some time.. and i miss those dudes, especially mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tulez&lt;/span&gt; and i really need to go visit everyone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cinci&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5210633262161202669?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5210633262161202669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5210633262161202669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5210633262161202669'/><link 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is coexisting as good friends is working out really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAN played their first show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, pretty much on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whim&lt;/span&gt;.. i met some sweet people there and i hope to play around there again. oh and, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/weareswan"&gt;new song up&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick.  every year i somehow contract an upper respiratory infection, and its going on now.. i hate being sick and missing school when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick is even worse.  not being able to breathe well at all is terrible and i just want this voodoo out of my body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things change, people change, i guess i gotta take it in stride..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1394920004544131160?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1394920004544131160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1394920004544131160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1394920004544131160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1394920004544131160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-want-it-faster-i-dont-want-it.html' title='i&apos;ve lost hope that we may find a calm..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1317787620073097790</id><published>2009-01-26T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:40:02.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how tall are you again?</title><content type='html'>SWAN has finished their EP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1317787620073097790?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1317787620073097790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1317787620073097790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1317787620073097790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1317787620073097790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-tall-are-you-again.html' title='how tall are you again?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8693126571566715495</id><published>2009-01-22T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:46:09.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>consciousness, sometimes silence is all I need..</title><content type='html'>i lied, i AM happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8693126571566715495?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8693126571566715495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8693126571566715495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the action of growing up, growing older, growing old</title><content type='html'>so SWAN put up our first finished song from the EP on myspace, and the response has been wonderful.  i personally have a deep connection with that song, somehow when i play it, i just feel connected, everything just makes sense with it.  our first show is the 16th of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt; and i think it will be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mike told me that my biggest problem is that i try and make people see problems and things like that the way i do, and i can't, he is like that too.  he's very right in this assessment, and i guess one day i'll learn how to utilize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to be straightforward, i'm not going to hide stuff at all because i know you'll read this dude.  i don't support you with valerie, and i'm not going to.  i don't wanna hear some bullshit about me being happy, i'm not fucking happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3360569350146899199?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3360569350146899199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3360569350146899199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3360569350146899199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3360569350146899199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-action-of-growing-up-growing.html' title='this is the action of growing up, growing older, growing old'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2814085408332152284</id><published>2009-01-13T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:03:35.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to feel that again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just then when i thought i was making sense,&lt;br /&gt;just then when you showed me it takes more than breath to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am only truly happy when i am playing guitar.  any other time, i am but decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the way it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2814085408332152284?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2814085408332152284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2814085408332152284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2814085408332152284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2814085408332152284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-feel-that-again.html' title='to feel that again..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1567572420299932342</id><published>2009-01-12T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:39:52.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>does it rain in the winter?</title><content type='html'>have you ever had something completely unexpected come out of seemingly nothing at all?  well before this week, i hadn't.  in short, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; dating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allison&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;micah's&lt;/span&gt; ex-girlfriend.  though we started dating solely as a retort, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; starting to like her, and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.  she is a fragile girl, and i think a lot of people don 't see that.  she is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;react-er&lt;/span&gt;, everything that people do or say to her affects (effects?) her deeply.  i feel as though she is the type of person i need these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAN is going awesome, apart from the music itself, the dynamic of the five of us as friends is wonderful, we can all hang out and get along and soon go through these wonderful experiences of playing in a band, and i can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, an idea struck me.  though i love playing guitar in SWAN, i miss playing bass.  not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;necesarily&lt;/span&gt; in a band with a set of songs and all that, but jamming, creating music as it goes, not replaying something created once.  SO, i am going to attempt to get a bunch of my friends from all over together every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; in my basement to make music, on any instrument, of any type, and i hope it will be wonderful.  yes, i did make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; group for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1567572420299932342?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1567572420299932342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1567572420299932342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1567572420299932342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1567572420299932342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/does-it-rain-in-winter.html' title='does it rain in the winter?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-627455383596101457</id><published>2009-01-06T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:58:27.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i will walk with pride.</title><content type='html'>so i just had a talk with my grandmother about high school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having trouble doing my work outside of school, and its a HUGE deal.. and i am going to have to do it tonight, or fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we continued talking, i realized two things; one is that i have two lives:  my actual one, and the one which happens five days a week in seven and a half hour increments inside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;marion&lt;/span&gt; high school, and the other is that i am extremely disheartened by my high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life outside of high school is wonderful, i have wonderful friends and i am truly happy.  i feel like this life that i am leading is making a difference, and that i know i am someone special.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been through a lot in the past four years, and especially in 2008.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so different from the person i was in the fall of 2005 when i started high school, and a lot of people have noticed that and have changed as well in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in high school, i am treated the same, i feel as though my individuality is stripped away, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just part of a whole.  its not a problem with my peers at all, and i have no problems with any student at all.  i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown used to the ridiculousness of my fellow students, and i appreciate it.  but the employees there, especially the faculty, don't care.  my teachers seem to appreciate me, some more than others, but most care about me, if not for the fact that they don't want me to fail.  but the administration, the workers in the main office, the assistant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;principal's&lt;/span&gt;, and hell even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kirby&lt;/span&gt;, could give a shit less about me.  all day everyday, the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;interaction&lt;/span&gt; between the faculty and students is being told to get to class, no matter who you are or what you are doing or what your goals are in life, it doesn't matter.  they treat mostly everyone equally in that sense, but we are treated without respect.  i am treated as a stranger by some administrators that i have known, or at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;interacted&lt;/span&gt; with for the past three and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of it.. its so hard for me to keep my head up in school, and i find myself never wanting to be there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; changed so much since i started there, and none of these people care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like i came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;marion&lt;/span&gt; high school and left without leaving an impact, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not to say i didn't try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-627455383596101457?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/627455383596101457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=627455383596101457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/627455383596101457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/627455383596101457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-walk-with-pride.html' title='i will walk with pride.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8134917208018088302</id><published>2008-12-30T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:11:46.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>listen, listen patiently..</title><content type='html'>i talked to mike today, first time since the first of the month.. he told me to write you a letter.  i was considering it and leaving it on your car while you were at work, but i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather just give it to you in person, that is, if i ever see you again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWAN is going pretty good, wrote a new song, and its not bad.  whenever i play it though, i think of you, and i don't like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haven't talked for a few days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; intentional.  i think i need to give you space, though it kills me not knowing how you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of stuff has happened and gosh, i just want to tell you and you get a laugh, or get your opinion on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8134917208018088302?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8134917208018088302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8134917208018088302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8134917208018088302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8134917208018088302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/12/listen-listen-patiently.html' title='listen, listen patiently..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3734864846664979898</id><published>2008-12-26T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:24:46.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i found my heart today, it wasn't where i had thought..</title><content type='html'>today, in the smallest amount of time that i've been awake, i did something that i told myself i would NEVER do.. i cheated on valerie gorham..  this is the worst decision of my life, and not only did i hurt myself, but i hurt the person i care most about..  i love valerie, i've only known her for a handful of months but she's changed my life and now she's gone.. i deserve whatever is coming for me and i know it won't be good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3734864846664979898?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3734864846664979898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3734864846664979898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3734864846664979898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3734864846664979898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-fucked-up-so-hard.html' title='i found my heart today, it wasn&apos;t where i had thought..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4687341358021428360</id><published>2008-12-14T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:42:18.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i get by with you at my side..</title><content type='html'>its important to remember to be considerate, i've learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4687341358021428360?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4687341358021428360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4687341358021428360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4687341358021428360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4687341358021428360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-get-by-with-you-at-my-side.html' title='i get by with you at my side..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-364486286643396703</id><published>2008-12-10T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:23:28.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we are called to a higher standard.</title><content type='html'>its my duty to rise above hate and threats and all the stupidity that comes with irrationality.  i am a thinker, and i have a conscience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-364486286643396703?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/364486286643396703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=364486286643396703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/364486286643396703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/364486286643396703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-are-called-to-higher-standard.html' title='we are called to a higher standard.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2469597490139271923</id><published>2008-12-08T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:02:25.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new crevices..</title><content type='html'>i don't have time.. but this weekend felt great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2469597490139271923?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2469597490139271923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2469597490139271923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2469597490139271923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2469597490139271923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-crevices.html' title='new crevices..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3082090927253002229</id><published>2008-11-30T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:08:21.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>god i thank you for this family, and for this sacrificied bird..</title><content type='html'>micah reunion, ihop, wal mart, valerie's at 3 AM, thanksgiving, twilight, katie's house pt. 1, black friday, stephen's bike trip dvd, mj's pizza, harmon street, 1 billion strong in tony hawk 4, new hat and shoes, thermals, valtron, faz's, katie's house pt. 2, snow, taking home, going home, thanksgiving break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3082090927253002229?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3082090927253002229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3082090927253002229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3082090927253002229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3082090927253002229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-i-thank-you-for-this-family-and-for.html' title='god i thank you for this family, and for this sacrificied bird..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8950105368692993810</id><published>2008-11-24T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:32:38.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'm rubbing my eyes to see if i'm awake..</title><content type='html'>tonight i was inducted into the National Honor Society.. i know its not that big of a deal, but i feel genuinely accomplished because of it.  its nice to be shown that i'm bright, rather than just told it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is valerie and i's one month mark of being in a relationship together.  its hard to believe that its already been a month, sometimes it seems like a lot longer, and others a lot shorter.  she is a wonderful girl, and definitely worth keeping around..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8950105368692993810?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8950105368692993810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8950105368692993810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hold my head above the water.</title><content type='html'>last night, my favorite band, and i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;, broke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2846155986350330740?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2846155986350330740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2846155986350330740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2846155986350330740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2846155986350330740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-hold-my-head-above-water.html' title='please hold my head above the water.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4058503988558766095</id><published>2008-11-20T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:49:53.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they're spitting at the earth, plunder, beg and curse...</title><content type='html'>tonight, something scary happened between valerie and i..&lt;br /&gt;at the show she didn't talk.. at all, not to anyone.  and it was terrible, she feels very uncomfortable around people talking about stuff (music) that she doesn't know anything about.  i know that this is just one instance, but i am very worried that the more shows we go to together, the more uncomfortable she'll feel.. and i don't want that, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, anywhere with you's final performance was tonight, and i had the honor of playing the last three songs.  i know the music may seem distasteful or just simply not real, but i realized tonight that playing with my friends and for my friends is what matters, not how the music is or who it appeals to.  tonight caleb thanked me for playing those songs and that it felt right and that he was glad i was up there.. that really meant something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday will be hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4058503988558766095?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8148188907231146653</id><published>2008-11-13T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:47:00.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't front, i'm havin a blast!</title><content type='html'>tonight i met valerie's younger brothers.  i met max (15) a while ago and he and i get along very well.  i met jordan (5) christian (7) and noah (10), and they are all very unique.  as odd as it sounds, jordan and i connected the most.. haha, something about the simple mind of the kid and my simple mind just clicked.  i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and i can finally listen to atmosphere again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8148188907231146653?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8148188907231146653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8148188907231146653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8148188907231146653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8148188907231146653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-front-im-havin-blast.html' title='i can&apos;t front, i&apos;m havin a blast!'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4984727589049787309</id><published>2008-11-09T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:56:28.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i get eaten by the worms, and weird fishes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird Sisters&lt;/span&gt; is over, and i couldn't be happier.  not because i hated it, i loved it, but because we did so well, and i personally have come SO FAR as an actor.  i'm proud of myself, and i'm happy that i grew closer to certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulo and i went down to indy on friday, after about a month and a half of not being there.. it was weird down there, different.. i hate to say it, but i'm hesitant to go again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing are going great with valerie.  katie and taylor, the two girls whose opinion matters the most to me, both approve of her and think she is lovely.  my grandparents love having her around and they recognize that i am very happy.. hell even tulo thinks she is cool ha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to apply to college, each day it becomes a bigger worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4984727589049787309?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4984727589049787309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4984727589049787309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4984727589049787309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4984727589049787309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-get-eaten-by-worms-and-weird-fishes.html' title='i get eaten by the worms, and weird fishes..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7522995575432090894</id><published>2008-11-04T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:21:43.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never understimate those with something to fight for..</title><content type='html'>we've won, and i couldn't be more satisfied.  as for those of you who discredit mr. obama in anyway, give him a chance, and if you are so bullheaded that you can't handle it, either shut up or take some serious steps for 'real change' in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7522995575432090894?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7522995575432090894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=7522995575432090894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7522995575432090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7522995575432090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-understimate-those-with-something.html' title='never understimate those with something to fight for..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-9133603355535452506</id><published>2008-11-02T23:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:28:19.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and its nights like these that i will never forget..</title><content type='html'>later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-9133603355535452506?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/9133603355535452506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=9133603355535452506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/9133603355535452506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/9133603355535452506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-its-nights-like-these-that-i-will.html' title='and its nights like these that i will never forget..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4056491454699884855</id><published>2008-10-26T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:38:35.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vast open skies could do no harm...</title><content type='html'>today, i asked valerie gorham to be my girlfriend.. and i couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things just feel so calm and so okay when we are together, and to think this was all through a match make.. i'm ready for this commitment and for what this holds for me, at first i had my reservations about getting into a relationship my senior year, but with valerie, i feel its okay and i don't worry about the future, more importantly, i don't take the present for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people call me out about her and stuff, especially my close friends.. they say that i'm just dating her because she is there, but you know thats not true.  i'm not that person anymore, this is what i've been looking for.. and i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually.. happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4056491454699884855?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4056491454699884855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4056491454699884855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4056491454699884855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4056491454699884855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/vast-open-skies-could-do-no-harm.html' title='vast open skies could do no harm...'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5670640232366645272</id><published>2008-10-21T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:06:11.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how can you walk away?  you shouldn't care what i say..</title><content type='html'>i'm becoming comfortable with the ideals of commitment and what responsibility comes with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this autumn weather is taking its effect on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5670640232366645272?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5670640232366645272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5670640232366645272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5670640232366645272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5670640232366645272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-can-you-walk-away-you-shouldnt-care.html' title='how can you walk away?  you shouldn&apos;t care what i say..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5434063237232071784</id><published>2008-10-19T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:55:19.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i look at the horizon and wonder, "where is my limit?"</title><content type='html'>tonight we as hollow cities sang for the first time collectively, and it was incredible. at first i was bashful, but after a bit, i got used to it.  i felt so connected with the music, we were all one, and as i looked out his garage i saw the sun setting all around me in the distance.. moments like these are why i play music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also today, valerie met my grandmother, mother, brother, and aunt uncle and baby cousin, she had met my grandpa a few times before.  i was very happy about this, i feel good about this girl, and she feels good about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5434063237232071784?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5434063237232071784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5434063237232071784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5434063237232071784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5434063237232071784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-look-at-horizon-and-wonder-where-is.html' title='i look at the horizon and wonder, &quot;where is my limit?&quot;'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-180055007217935352</id><published>2008-10-16T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:08:35.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is it right to leave?</title><content type='html'>i am sick and fucking tired of the twilight series being the choice reading selection by nearly every girl i know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/2480355683904415136-180055007217935352?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/180055007217935352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=180055007217935352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/180055007217935352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/180055007217935352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-right-to-leave.html' title='is it right to leave?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1898244166021273573</id><published>2008-10-15T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:35:29.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>palm trees are my only company..</title><content type='html'>i love everyone that i was with tonight, even jasmine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1898244166021273573?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7525940267552457743</id><published>2008-10-12T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:42:25.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>take all you can, they're clearing me out..</title><content type='html'>this weekend was wonderful, and a great way to end the nine weeks. friday i spent with valerie at her homecoming.. that girl REALLY means a lot to me, and i think that is pretty significant, however scared i may be.  after that, i went to biggens's bonfire.. too many people there, but it evened out and it was a fun night, ended up at bill's and i experienced &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eye_for_an_Eye_(TV_series)"&gt;Eye for an Eye&lt;/a&gt;, and both Thom Yorke and Bjork on Space Goast.  saturday was a pretty standard day, went home and then went to muncie with tulo to tyler's house.  fun time, but i had to split.. i feel bad that i didn't go to indy this weekend, but it just wasn't in the cards for me.  after that, i went to shelby harney's house for a get together. unfortunately we got cut short because of a very belligerent kid, and his mother's very empty threat.  ended up at biggs's again, slept for a LONG time.  then today i went to 1812 with biggs, nick, sergio, and josh feurstein.  i purchased glorious cigars, and realized just how creepy boy scout leaders were.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all, a good time.  i really am connecting with my classmates, and i love it.. its more than i could have ever asked for this senior year to bring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7525940267552457743?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7525940267552457743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=7525940267552457743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7525940267552457743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7525940267552457743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-all-you-can-theyre-clearing-me-out.html' title='take all you can, they&apos;re clearing me out..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5015199771819372950</id><published>2008-10-09T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:02:22.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the clever words on pages spread..</title><content type='html'>well, tomorrow wraps up the first quarter of my senior year, and what a nine weeks it has been.  things this year have changed for me, i am accepted, and for the most part.. genuinely liked.  these days i walk the halls with a smile on my face and my head up as high as it can get with such a heavy back pack.  i'm having a blast in the school play, and i'm becoming close to people who i think have needed it from me and vice versa.  for the record, miranda fuchs is a wonderful girl, and though she may seemd a bit dense and silly at first, the kid has a good heart, and i'm glad that i get to spend time along side her in the play.  with only twenty seven weeks left of high school, i am excited to see whats to come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt; / cliche &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5015199771819372950?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5015199771819372950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5015199771819372950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5015199771819372950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5015199771819372950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-clever-words-on-pages-spread.html' title='oh the clever words on pages spread..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5119997068177455474</id><published>2008-10-07T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:41:48.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where i want to be..</title><content type='html'>its one month until history is made. on election day, wonderful things will be happening, and regardless who you're for, the most important thing you can do on november 4th, 2008, is vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5119997068177455474?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5119997068177455474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5119997068177455474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5119997068177455474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5119997068177455474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-where-i-want-to-be.html' title='this is where i want to be..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4675236535028045113</id><published>2008-10-02T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:27:16.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you'll be free, child, once you have died..</title><content type='html'>this phone call means something.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what He has been planning for me.. i'd be a complete fool to ignore this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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died..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4414255305392188368</id><published>2008-10-02T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:25:08.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't we look great in father's beard?</title><content type='html'>i am truly and utterly fascinated by a girl by the name chloe shallenberger, born just a day after me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4414255305392188368?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2975350178866014136</id><published>2008-09-29T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:26:36.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>anchors away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You say you're looking for a sign, but, baby, all you'll see is time fly by. All the wasted moments we have missed can be summed up with just one kiss, if you'd only let me in. I'm all wrapped up in clocks and maps. Time and distance: when you'll stop and where I'm at. I've been chasing you for way too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though my legs are weary, my heart is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I don't think that you'll be gone long. That hole in your heart is getting harder to ignore. Do you think that the western states will have what you're looking for? I'm getting close. Anchors aweigh! But my broken heart won't convince you to stay. I will bury it deep inside my chest with all the things I never said and watch you walk away. That hole in your heart is getting harder to ignore. Do you think that the eastern states will have what you're looking for? Anchors aweigh! I'm begging you to stay anchors away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thank godddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2975350178866014136?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2975350178866014136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2975350178866014136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2975350178866014136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2975350178866014136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/anchors-away.html' title='anchors away..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6186418107947911584</id><published>2008-09-28T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:52:06.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the habit tonight..</title><content type='html'>you're right, it is easy to fall into old patterns, but its even easier to forget the wrong that the person has done to you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you KNOW she is no good, you KNOW she will treat you wrong, and you KNOW she lies to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop being like me, and continue having sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6186418107947911584?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6186418107947911584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6186418107947911584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6186418107947911584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6186418107947911584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/breaking-habit-tonight.html' title='breaking the habit tonight..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5482636775249630885</id><published>2008-09-24T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:33:25.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got nothing to hide..</title><content type='html'>so why do you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i simply don't understand why people hide things.  personally, not one bit of my life i keep a secret, there is no need to.. but i'm finding that even my closest friends are keeping things from me, and everyone else.  there is no need for it.. it really only causes rifts in a friendship.  ah well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5482636775249630885?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5482636775249630885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5482636775249630885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5482636775249630885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5482636775249630885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-got-nothing-to-hide.html' title='i&apos;ve got nothing to hide..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3393655546830984374</id><published>2008-09-23T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:04:52.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll drain these blue hands, to match my green face..</title><content type='html'>this ones about regret.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever since i can remember, i always went by the motto "live your life with no regrets," and i did.  i feel that having regrets is dwelling on the past, and in order to live in a happy and doubtless present time, you have to capture the profound moment, and then move on from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the singular thing that i regret is what happened with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alissa&lt;/span&gt;.. part of its me being selfish, and well, a teenager.  she was the first girl i was with after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;helen&lt;/span&gt;, it just happened so fast, and i just felt shell-shocked after it.  also though, the fact that we can't be friends and that i am seen as a bad person by people gets to me the most. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not, i just made a mistake, and i know that there isn't anything i can do to change that opinion of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is all very random, but its something i &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to get off my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3393655546830984374?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3393655546830984374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3393655546830984374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3393655546830984374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3393655546830984374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-drain-these-blue-hands-to-match-my.html' title='i&apos;ll drain these blue hands, to match my green face..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8282368758523526510</id><published>2008-09-21T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:24:15.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you remember?</title><content type='html'>i think this weekend has taught me a lot about tolerance.  i've spent the past six or so months being an asshole to everyone and getting annoyed by peoples' ways and all that, but then last night after about my sixth cheese fry from steak n shake, i came upon the realization that i should just be tolerant of others. and with that, i need to try not judge (everyone judges, though you say you don't or make an excuse for it, you do).  i guess i'm tired of having people mad at me, my mean demeanor has always been a joke, but this joke isn't funny anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8282368758523526510?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8282368758523526510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8282368758523526510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8282368758523526510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8282368758523526510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-you-remember.html' title='don&apos;t you remember?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8444988225601441010</id><published>2008-09-20T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:17:36.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the drummer boy is drumming, and all you feel is fear..</title><content type='html'>tonight was a wonderful night, and i suppose in my bucket list, i complete one of the goals.  seeing prayer breakfast was absolutely incredible, their music just has a special place in my heart and seeing it performed by some of my favorite musicians topped off the cake.  now i'm in indy, like most weekends, and i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8444988225601441010?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8444988225601441010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8444988225601441010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8444988225601441010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8444988225601441010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/drummer-boy-is-drumming-and-all-you.html' title='the drummer boy is drumming, and all you feel is fear..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7337891617365783154</id><published>2008-09-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:03:23.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear, its been hardly three days and i'm longing to feel your embrace...</title><content type='html'>good feelings all around the room.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm happy, she is happy. this is exactly what i've been searching so hard for, and the best part is that i didn't search for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7337891617365783154?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7337891617365783154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=7337891617365783154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7337891617365783154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7337891617365783154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-dear-its-been-hardly-three-days-and.html' title='oh dear, its been hardly three days and i&apos;m longing to feel your embrace...'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3765837646978681405</id><published>2008-09-17T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:48:58.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you dance inside my chest where no on sees you, but sometimes i see you</title><content type='html'>this is about being different.  i am different. i didn't truly absorb that statement until tonight, when a very lovely girl told me i was different from any other boy she had ever met. but i've heard it before, from mike especially.  he says that i'm an old soul, and that i think through things backwards in my mind before making a decision, and its true.  its how i am, how i will always be, and its the only way i know how to be.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3765837646978681405?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3765837646978681405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3765837646978681405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3765837646978681405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3765837646978681405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-dance-inside-my-chest-where-no-on.html' title='you dance inside my chest where no on sees you, but sometimes i see you'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8458048769644543845</id><published>2008-09-15T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:50:31.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>red light's coming, a marching you can't here..</title><content type='html'>i'm slipping behind greatly in my school work.. i need to do something about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8458048769644543845?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8458048769644543845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8458048769644543845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8458048769644543845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8458048769644543845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-lights-coming-marching-you-cant.html' title='red light&apos;s coming, a marching you can&apos;t here..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-673026134352366683</id><published>2008-09-14T03:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T03:26:50.891-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>do you remember?</title><content type='html'>tonight was a great night, tons of laughs at the show and outrageous comments, then the ultimate recap of all things funny between katie, taylor, tulo and i at steak n shake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night i said something scary, but it may turn out to be good... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-673026134352366683?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/673026134352366683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=673026134352366683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/673026134352366683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/673026134352366683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-remember.html' title='do you remember?'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7369838861919041522</id><published>2008-09-10T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:28:32.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things have changed for me..</title><content type='html'>..and thats okay, i feel the same, i'm on my way..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are too much for me to even want to handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUT with the old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN with the new!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7369838861919041522?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7369838861919041522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=7369838861919041522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7369838861919041522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7369838861919041522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-have-changed-for-me.html' title='things have changed for me..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2355851433249798137</id><published>2008-09-09T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:42:03.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>allow me to exaggerate a memory or two..</title><content type='html'>you are adorable, simply adorable.  you make me smile, and i don't even care about that anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm oddly happy considering the situation.  its the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope its affecting you in the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2355851433249798137?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2355851433249798137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2355851433249798137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2355851433249798137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2355851433249798137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/allow-me-to-exaggerate-memory-or-two.html' title='allow me to exaggerate a memory or two..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7444411156367084994</id><published>2008-09-08T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:57:16.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i was swimming through the waves, for what must have been days! but could find no relief..</title><content type='html'>today, my grandma and i went to a joint therapy session with my counselor, mike, and hers, cheryl.  it was great, a lot of stuff that has been bothering me with us was brought to the front, and the same with her.  i feel a lot better about stuff, and with them, i think she will be able to understand where i am coming from more.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rodeo played great tonight, they felt a lot more real tonight, maybe because it was at harmon street, but i dunno, i felt like we were all connected with the music and everyone was having a great time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm here for you, but i won't let you keep saying the same things and thinking the same things, that repetition is insanity, you HAVE to overcome this, and i know before i told you to take your time.. but at this point its becoming harder and harder for all of us to deal with.. especially you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7444411156367084994?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7444411156367084994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5802938019803839961</id><published>2008-09-08T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:13:35.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the hot, out with my bad mood.</title><content type='html'>yesterday and today simply rejuvenated me, the feeling of autumn is here, and i couldn't be more appreciative of it.  i love this season, everything goes right during this time, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hopeful for anything, and i just feel love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5802938019803839961?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5802938019803839961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5802938019803839961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5802938019803839961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5802938019803839961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-with-hot-out-with-my-bad-mood.html' title='out with the hot, out with my bad mood.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-381370751424324183</id><published>2008-09-06T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:51:09.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in their defense, they don't refuse..</title><content type='html'>your ill-weathered words are discouraging.  stop saying there aren't any good boys out there, and please stop saying you are tired of them.  don't let one bad experience with one boy ruin your outlook on others, it makes me feel like there is no hope at all.  don't take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't take me for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-381370751424324183?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1794554170373588387</id><published>2008-09-04T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:47:44.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when will these barricades fall?</title><content type='html'>we all put up barricades, all form some superficial barricades for protection against the most gentle of things, and sometimes the most harmful of things too.  lately, i've been letting those barricades fall, being vulnerable, and though it may hurt at first, in the long run its making me a better person altogether.  hows your faith been lately?  mine has been compromised, and there is no denying that.  its starting to take its toll on me, hell, today even my spanish teacher noticed something was wrong, he said that i looked like i was at a funeral.  i'm not sad, not at all, i'm happy with the change that i'm going through; its just that i'm unfulfilled. i remember at the end of last school year, i felt a calling to a higher standard, but unfortunately, the summer came and i lost sight of that and ended up in a huge rut.  i'll keep praying to realize this calling, and who knows how long it will take to hear my answer, but i have the patience to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1794554170373588387?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1794554170373588387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1794554170373588387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reverse</title><content type='html'>i've been wrong before you know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt heaven yesterday, i swear it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6237078434607754085?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6237078434607754085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6237078434607754085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6237078434607754085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6237078434607754085'/><link 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i'm too worn out at this point to even try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6765806282055897481?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6765806282055897481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6765806282055897481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6765806282055897481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6765806282055897481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-gonna-waste-these-words-about.html' title='i&apos;m  not gonna waste these words about a girl..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3236006446781332913</id><published>2008-09-02T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:50:15.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..i've been singin' all my songs to you.</title><content type='html'>i'm  not gonna let things get me down anymore, i'm not gonna be so fucking pessimistic about this anymore.  i'm going on arms up, and i'm going to be there for you.  your happiness matters to me most, i'm not going to be selfish about it anymore.  i care about you and you know that, i'm hanging in there, whether it be for me, or for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3236006446781332913?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3236006446781332913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3236006446781332913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3236006446781332913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3236006446781332913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-relative-song-lyric-for-this-one.html' title='..i&apos;ve been singin&apos; all my songs to you.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4773422155654914809</id><published>2008-08-29T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:36:52.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not much chance for survival..</title><content type='html'>it felt weird not to be spending time with you last night, i just felt empty.. but its okay, i'm glad you had a fun time last night, and Tulo and i had fun too.  today i'm getting whatever piercing, and i really hope you like it.. if not then i might take it out.. but anyway, i hope to see you later on today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2009901211249005345</id><published>2008-08-28T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:31:28.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sit me down, shut me up, i'll calm down, and i'll get along with you...</title><content type='html'>we played amazingly tonight, looking up and seeing you smiling and dancing in the crowd made my night.  i like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2009901211249005345?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2009901211249005345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7591722490574420259</id><published>2008-08-27T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:30:27.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rehearsed indifference tossed aside,</title><content type='html'>today was wonderful, i LOVE performing, more than any other action that i can do.  the guys and girl from boston were just awesome, though the music was different from what i'm used to, i still really enjoyed it.  i feel like we made some friends, and i'm so happy that we finally got to bring anywhere with you the life its long deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, when you sat next to me on the couch, i got butterflies, and i liked it.. i'm enjoying everyday with you, and i guess just about the biggest judge will be my hairstylist, she ALWAYS knows when someone is right or wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7591722490574420259?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/7591722490574420259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=7591722490574420259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7591722490574420259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/7591722490574420259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/08/rehearsed-indifference-tossed-aside.html' title='rehearsed indifference tossed aside,'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8431501664223211280</id><published>2008-08-26T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:14:27.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i insist that i'll be dearly missed!</title><content type='html'>practice today was AWESOME, seriously, the show tomorrow has a lot of potential, and i hope that we all can meet that.  today was also the first school day that i haven't spent with skip after school, and needless to say, i felt off center.  i really do enjoy our time together, and she comforts me.  i'm starting to feel older, i really am.  today jazzmin was being lazy and her excuse for it was "we're seniors!" and i know this, but it hit me, i really AM an adult, and i really AM almost done with high school. i'm not scared to move on, i just feel like i should have more time enjoying my youth rather than fretting about it.  another shock was the fact that most freshmen were born in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1994&lt;/span&gt;.  i was four years old at this point, also, i took driver's ed. in august of 2005.. i feel the heartburn and arthritis setting in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8431501664223211280?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8431501664223211280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5305448975598933206</id><published>2008-08-25T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:29:44.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a million miles closer, however far away!</title><content type='html'>a year ago today, Hindenburg &amp;amp; Mathias ended its life. a year ago tomorrow, i began to smoke cigarettes.  its funny how so much time has passed, and how much i've changed.  i miss the band, but i would never want to bring it back or anything like that.  surprisingly, i haven't much to say on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, skip and i went to our first day of yoga, and it was absolutely wonderful, not only was it an awesome physical work out, but also an intense spiritual one, focusing your energy into one place is not something people often do, but it is something great, and i can't wait to continue on with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many unanswered questions with that girl, i love it though, she told me to go with the flow, and i suppose i can give that a try.. i'm a worrier by nature, and my anxiety problem is at an all time high with this, except for the time i spend with her, which luckily, is a lot.  i'm hanging in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5305448975598933206?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5305448975598933206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5305448975598933206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ate..</title><content type='html'>today was tulo's birthday, as well as the first time i've attended church in nearly seven months. it was wonderful, i just kept praying and praying about this situation, i think i have come to peace with it as well, and along with bill's advice, i just have to take things slowly, and don't jump in head first for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if you haven't heard, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lovefirs"&gt;FIRS&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5373024838988063073?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5373024838988063073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5373024838988063073' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>you never notice..</title><content type='html'>today i had a realization about you.  i feel like you don't care about anyone but yourself, and you only use people, especially me, for your own benefit.  i feel like you don't have any passion, i feel like you are living for today, and not for the future.  i hate to sound like i'm holding it against you, but your lack of faith really gets to me, and i think thats why you are so pessimistic about life.  i care about you, and you know it.  don't let the shallowness and selfishness of others blind the love that some have for you.  i wanna talk about this in person, we have a lot of things to talk about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6947048186754175039?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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all the time, and moments when our eyes actually meet during those times, i feel up to no good.  i love making you smile, your little lips open up and your equally little teeth shine through.  i love your freckles, and how they run all up and down your arms, and even around your nose.  i was nervous at ballard, to talk to your mother, but what you told me she said about me comforts me greatly.  i feel as though we can talk about anything and not pass judgment on each other, having a therapist is a touchy subject for me, i don't want to seem crazy or anything, but you seem to accept that, thank you.  i know we don't talk about where this is going, but i'm enjoying the path to it.  i'm willing to wait, and i will wait as long as it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4493234218939608522?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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me</title><content type='html'>its days like these that i don't take for granted.  i think that all too often we take things for granted, and i feel like today, the blessings i have really shone through.  playing bass is one of the best things i can do, entertaining people, and in this case, bringing some of my good friends' hard work to life is so rewarding.  i started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blue like jazz&lt;/span&gt; today, finally.. and i frankly don't think i had the right mind to really saturate it before now.  everything happens for a reason, and it happens at exactly at the time it needs to happen.  on the way to rudy's house, we talked about waiting and how the rewards of it are far better than the pain of the waiting itself, and that hit me hard.  this uncertainty i have now is great, the lack of concrete knowledge and understanding is something new, and everyday, it becomes clearer and more blurred at the same time.&lt;div 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me'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2156255319638801704</id><published>2008-08-19T23:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:49:43.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>god is love and love is real... but thats not all..</title><content type='html'>don't get me wrong, i love to think of my lord as a happy-go-lucky grandfather type who hands out candy and hugs and high fives and is just dandy and just waits to grant forgiveness; but the truth is, there is more to our lord than that.  all the time we hear "god is love!  he loves you, and is always there for you and will give you forgiveness!"  while this is true, i think it leads many people to believe that they can sin and sin and sin again and then be forgiven through their nightly prayers.  HOWEVER, there was a time when people were god-fearing, as well as god-loving.  i feel as though that has been pushed to the wayside.  there is a wrath of god, lest we forget, he HAS brought fire and brimstone, and so many people overlook that.  i feel as though god's love has become a copout and a way for sinning to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.. i feel there needs to be a conscious effort not to sin not only to just model ourselves after god's love, but to respect our father and 'keep good in the hood,' so to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2156255319638801704?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2156255319638801704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6170595830965574816</id><published>2008-08-18T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:22:02.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things are shaping up to be pretty odd.</title><content type='html'>today, i experienced one of the hardest things that i have ever had to deal with in my life, and that is saying goodbye.. today, micah moved to california, and though i am happy for him.. i will miss him.  since the beginning of summer when a surprise text from him led him to live with me for the following two and a half months, micah has become a brother to me.  i love him, and everyday without him will be harder.  i cried when i had to say goodbye, but i tried to stop as to not look like a wimp in front of skip, but it really didn't matter to me. micah andrew harshaw, you mean the world to me.  i will see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6170595830965574816?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6170595830965574816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6170595830965574816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6170595830965574816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6170595830965574816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-are-shaping-up-to-be-pretty-odd.html' title='things are shaping up to be pretty odd.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1845607477119375647</id><published>2008-08-17T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:44:51.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this feeling just keeps repeating, i know its got a hold on me..</title><content type='html'>essentially, this time of my life comes all too often.. but i lead myself to believe that it is different, and it may just be.  usually when this feeling takes over, i end up courting then dating said apple of my eye.  never, ever, have i felt this way about such a close friend, its bizarre and probably very awkward, but its true.  and after two half-drunken nights which resulted in some of the most level-headed thinking i've had in these 18 years, i think we can be okay with this.  i don't want to try to hard, but i can't hold back from trying at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on this later i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1845607477119375647?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1845607477119375647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1845607477119375647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1845607477119375647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1845607477119375647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-feeling-just-keeps-repeating-i.html' title='this feeling just keeps repeating, i know its got a hold on me..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4627094097578112345</id><published>2008-07-14T06:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T06:08:50.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>righting my wrongs,</title><content type='html'>one word at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4627094097578112345?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4627094097578112345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4627094097578112345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4627094097578112345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4627094097578112345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/07/righting-my-wrongs.html' title='righting my wrongs,'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3232872841503519016</id><published>2008-07-14T05:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:14:31.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you gotta raise your voice sometimes to get things done..</title><content type='html'>very recently i made a trip to ohio, a needed break, a breather.. it was all that i expected to be and more, maintaining friendships with people you see only a few times a year is a hard thing to do, but making the effort to see them has its rewards.  not to say my life here is bad, but sometimes, more often than not recently, i feel out of place.  whether it be my lack of passion for drugs, or my lack of passion for anything more than a girl to have a one night stand with. i'll be eighteen on thursday, and i couldn't be more excited, its not a big deal, but it is you know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3232872841503519016?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3232872841503519016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3232872841503519016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3232872841503519016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3232872841503519016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-raise-your-voice-sometimes-to.html' title='you gotta raise your voice sometimes to get things done..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1521338664285288762</id><published>2008-05-31T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:20:56.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel lost.. you said that you were a rock.</title><content type='html'>after nearly five months.. i am alone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel empty, i feel scared, and i feel uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, these past five months were the greatest, and most certainly not a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didn't know about your ankle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1521338664285288762?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1521338664285288762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1521338664285288762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1521338664285288762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1521338664285288762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-lost-you-said-that-you-were-rock.html' title='i feel lost.. you said that you were a rock.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-7119453016593159176</id><published>2008-03-29T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:47:51.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>have i been here before?</title><content type='html'>where have i been with God?  since december, my walk with him has more or less come to a complete stop, from that time up until just last saturday, i have smoked more weed and drank more alcohol and been to more parties than i had ever before, and whats even worse.. without a conscience.  i have treated everyone i know and care about with hate and coldness, and hurt them in many ways.. i smoke cigarettes now, and whats worse than the fact that i can't stop, is the fact that i don't want to..  before, in the summer i was so close with him, i could feel the fire inside of being uplifted by the holy spirit, and now the best i can do is yearn for that.. i'm not living the life i want to be living.. nothing is as good to me as it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back on the path with the Lord, and i need to turn my life around.. i have stopped the partying, but how short lived will that be?  i honestly have no idea.. my life isn't what it should be, but i can't get back on the right path with anything, not just my faith, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help, but i am far too prideful to ask anyone for it.. if you can help me, please, please do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-7119453016593159176?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2200975745313863789</id><published>2008-01-21T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T23:26:12.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm at a loss with this situation... i can't let this friendship go down the drain.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wrote those words so, so, so long ago.. i hoped that by now they wouldn't hold true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have changed so much since last year... at this time, katie and i had our problems, but were still close, still best friends... and noah and i were on the road to being brothers..  but then all of a sudden, it all wore off.  noah has caleb, katie had taylor, and now things are different.  i had a hard time accepting this as i was usually the one with the shit end of the stick.  not to say i didn't start a lot of crap, and not to say that i didn't do some terrible things in defense too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just lost... she still has so much hurt from things said long ago, and i don't think she can get over it.  i don't know, maybe i get over things too easily.. but this has just stumped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm to blame, but you are too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2200975745313863789?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2200975745313863789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2200975745313863789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2200975745313863789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2200975745313863789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2008/01/katie.html' title='katie'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6080679133101772495</id><published>2008-01-13T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:48:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are, here and now.</title><content type='html'>today helen arth and i decided to be together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6080679133101772495?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6080679133101772495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6080679133101772495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the combined strength would propel us all!</title><content type='html'>i think i want to leave the country shortly after graduating.  i see all these wonderful places in pictures and learn about them in school and i feel like i need to experience them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i have my commitments though, college, my family, my band, but then again, in a year in a half who knows how i will feel about those things.. i just feel a need to live life, and make memories worth telling my grandchildren..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3657504306151237639?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3657504306151237639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3657504306151237639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3657504306151237639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3657504306151237639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/12/imagine-if-world-could-get-behind-it.html' title='..imagine if the world could get behind it.. the combined strength would propel us all!'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2347137022989096955</id><published>2007-09-17T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:19:39.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>religion.</title><content type='html'>everyday i realize how much more i love the lord and how much more he deserves my praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let Him fall, like the walls of Jericho.&lt;br /&gt;Let the earth shake in me and I'll continue to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2347137022989096955?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2347137022989096955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2347137022989096955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2347137022989096955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2347137022989096955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/09/religion.html' title='religion.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3805599516848690114</id><published>2007-09-09T14:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:08:49.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And just like that,</title><content type='html'>I'm crossed out of the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3805599516848690114?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3805599516848690114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3805599516848690114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3805599516848690114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3805599516848690114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-just-like-that.html' title='And just like that,'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6015640720976016092</id><published>2007-09-04T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:45:03.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please excuse me but I got to ask..</title><content type='html'>..we all have a lot to learn from Thom Yorke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6015640720976016092?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6015640720976016092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6015640720976016092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6015640720976016092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6015640720976016092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/09/please-excuse-me-but-i-got-to-ask.html' title='Please excuse me but I got to ask..'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8489590859115815192</id><published>2007-09-04T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:56:49.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..no idea where I'll be going.</title><content type='html'>Jennifer and I are no longer dating, I am simply not ready to be a boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8489590859115815192?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8489590859115815192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8489590859115815192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8489590859115815192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8489590859115815192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-idea-where-ill-be-going.html' title='..no idea where I&apos;ll be going.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-6738773956776052920</id><published>2007-08-30T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:21:35.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dungeons &amp; Dragons</title><content type='html'>So I played DnD for the first time tonight and I loved it, it was an awesome.  I've been listening to a lot harder music lately, well it hasn't been lately, but I guess I've been enjoying it more than indie or any other music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to sound cliche, but Underoath has become one of my favorite bands, ever since Warped I've been fascinated by them, even downloaded a few DVDs of theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-6738773956776052920?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/6738773956776052920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=6738773956776052920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6738773956776052920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/6738773956776052920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/08/dungeons-dragons.html' title='Dungeons &amp; Dragons'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4911793138115761885</id><published>2007-08-20T23:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:54:59.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindenburg &amp; Mathias</title><content type='html'>Call it a shame, call it a disaster, call it a falling out, whatever.  We are done.  My passion for the past ten months has come to a screeching  halt.  I am torn, I am lost, I am depressed.  This is the song that doesn't end on a good note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4911793138115761885?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4911793138115761885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4911793138115761885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4911793138115761885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4911793138115761885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/08/hindenburg-mathias.html' title='Hindenburg &amp; Mathias'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5813682920447953948</id><published>2007-08-11T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T15:33:20.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things to work on:  I</title><content type='html'>By nature, I am not a kind person.  I simply wasn't born with the inkling to be kind to people.  I can be, anyone can, but I come off as an asshole, because I am one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me the "if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all" rule is a rule for me to live by, but I don't.  I really have never cared what people thought of me, and I am always the first to think before I speak.  Unfortunately, I've been doing that more now than ever and its affecting my friendships.  I've crossed the line of being critical or occasionally crossing the line to constantly adding in my two cents and never having a kind look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making an effort to stop, because if I don't then I won't.  Sadly its not in me to grow to be a kind person so I am going to have to force it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5813682920447953948?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5813682920447953948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5813682920447953948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5813682920447953948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5813682920447953948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-to-work-on-i.html' title='things to work on:  I'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1376010968709510881</id><published>2007-08-03T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:16:04.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did some thinking,</title><content type='html'>I did some thinking tonight about my life.  Everything is running smoothly now, I am the closest I have ever been to God (not to say that I have stopped trying to become closer), these days I am holding the hand of a WONDERFUL gal, my friends are all getting along, and getting along with me.  But  I can't help but be scared, my junior year of high school is going to start in a matter of days.  Its going to be such an experience, I guess I just want people to think differently of me and maybe listen to what I have to say, maybe notice when I pick out a nice outfit.  Maybe thats not what I should want from Marion, but I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1376010968709510881?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1376010968709510881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1376010968709510881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1376010968709510881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1376010968709510881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-some-thinking.html' title='I did some thinking,'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5656629308786400886</id><published>2007-07-17T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:50:24.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/RpxYmC5an0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6sK7Z7Ni9pk/s1600-h/porchparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/RpxYmC5an0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6sK7Z7Ni9pk/s400/porchparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088039089657782082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm seventeen today, and I couldn't be more excited.  I love birthdays, I just love growing up.  Today I feel like nothing can bring me down, not bad words, bad weather, bad friends, or even what happened with Emily..  I hope to do a lot this year, I'd like to mature, go somewhere with the band, meet my father, find a girl to start a wonderful relationship with, gain respect, start respecting, find a good hairstyle, be a better vegetarian, come home on time, get a tattoo or two, and most importantly become closer to the Lord.  Here's to being seventeen and having a wonderful year of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5656629308786400886?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5656629308786400886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5656629308786400886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5656629308786400886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5656629308786400886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/07/seventeen.html' title='Seventeen.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/RpxYmC5an0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6sK7Z7Ni9pk/s72-c/porchparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2196411377250541112</id><published>2007-07-08T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:19:08.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>People really, really are starting to dislike me.  I've got a problem with kindness, I can be a saint to a stranger, but to my closest and dearest friend I am a dick, and the worst part of it is I don't realize it, I've worn out my sorrys and my excuses, so I am going to have to make some drastic changes towards her and to others in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deal with a set of shackles everyday of my life.  Its called Racism.  Thats all I'm gonna say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through a change, a change that is for the better, I am working really, really hard to become a young man of God.  Its hard and my outward actions seem as though I'm straying away, but I promise to anyone who reads this, and more importantly to myself that I am working to feel His grace more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, I'm young, I'm brash and I do care what other people say and think about me.  I am trying not to let that last one bring me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2196411377250541112?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2196411377250541112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2196411377250541112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2196411377250541112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2196411377250541112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-2132674749416430186</id><published>2007-07-04T04:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:25:25.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy.</title><content type='html'>I am constantly telling people to be happy, I've realized that its been a while since I heard that myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-2132674749416430186?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/2132674749416430186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=2132674749416430186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2132674749416430186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/2132674749416430186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy.html' title='Happy.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-1785176061847016855</id><published>2007-06-30T03:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:30:07.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>..girl</title><content type='html'>You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;leave me in a daze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I just gotta be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-1785176061847016855?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/1785176061847016855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=1785176061847016855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1785176061847016855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/1785176061847016855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/girl_30.html' title='..girl'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-3055945166748846654</id><published>2007-06-28T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:35:23.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mewithoutYou</title><content type='html'>You know, I always told myself that I'd never be one of those "mewithoutYou kids," you know, the kids that loved them and always talked about them and how amazing they were, and at first I actually didn't like mwY, but around the time of a breakup, I went out and randomly purchased their newest, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brother, Sister&lt;/span&gt;, and I just connected with it, with the music, with the words, with the inflections in Aaron's voice, everything.  I love that album and it sparked enough interest in me to learn more about the guys themselves.  I learned that they have a wonderful relationship with the Lord and a very unique and appealing outlook on Christianity.  Tonight was indescribable, Aaron started the set with "well here goes nothin'" and they played one of the best performances I've ever seen from anyone.  They had a seamless set which was great, and their stage prescence and just everything was perfect.  mewithoutYou now means so much more to me than just another band, they are almost like a feeling, I felt so different being in that audience, it was like I was in a wave and the music moved me and completely surrounded me.  It was extraordinary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-3055945166748846654?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/3055945166748846654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=3055945166748846654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3055945166748846654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/3055945166748846654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/mewithoutyou.html' title='mewithoutYou'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4622177294043097649</id><published>2007-06-25T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T02:16:22.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk</title><content type='html'>I hate being a jerk to people, especially girls, and especially girls that I at one time shared something wonderful with.  I could never stand for things to end badly, and its even worse when they involve matters of the heart.  Well at least I thought I couldn't, it seems like a part of me likes ruining things, which is odd because I have a hard time letting go.  I guess its good that things ended this way, with all ties severed, but the things I said were not good and I'd like to apologize for them.  I hope in the future things don't turn out like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4622177294043097649?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4622177294043097649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4622177294043097649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4622177294043097649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4622177294043097649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/jerk.html' title='Jerk'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-8323618922282873890</id><published>2007-06-13T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:07:11.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be singing</title><content type='html'>I'll be singing of us  &lt;br /&gt;Long after you've forgotten my name,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be singing of us,&lt;br /&gt;Of times well spent,&lt;br /&gt;Of memories long gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be singing of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-8323618922282873890?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/8323618922282873890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=8323618922282873890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8323618922282873890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/8323618922282873890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-be-singing.html' title='I&apos;ll be singing'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5603274179585550432</id><published>2007-06-07T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:18:25.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone even reads this, let alone her.  Everyone, thank the Lord for who you have, if you are blessed with someone who likes you and begins to care for it, appreciate it, be happy with it, don't worry about it.  Its hard, and sadly I have failed at my own words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complicate things, I am a simple young man, but I worry, unfortunately my actions have gotten the best of me.  I feel alone, and its all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5603274179585550432?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5603274179585550432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5603274179585550432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5603274179585550432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5603274179585550432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/girl_06.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-4006223398780746865</id><published>2007-06-05T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:53:22.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer.</title><content type='html'>One day.  Just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with her are looking up, I have to be cautious, and my trust for her is little, but she is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-4006223398780746865?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/4006223398780746865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=4006223398780746865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4006223398780746865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/4006223398780746865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer.html' title='Summer.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-5961964300952929944</id><published>2007-06-05T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:27:19.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl.</title><content type='html'>Your fault, you lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-5961964300952929944?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/5961964300952929944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=5961964300952929944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5961964300952929944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/5961964300952929944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-fault-you-lied.html' title='Girl.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2480355683904415136.post-790761591279198684</id><published>2007-06-05T00:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T00:15:03.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl.</title><content type='html'>You told me that you would never hurt me.  Did you lie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2480355683904415136-790761591279198684?l=hburg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/feeds/790761591279198684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2480355683904415136&amp;postID=790761591279198684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/790761591279198684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2480355683904415136/posts/default/790761591279198684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hburg.blogspot.com/2007/06/girl.html' title='Girl.'/><author><name>Hindenburg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775311790904045480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NkojRYm_0M/SuCkoT5GA1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/toodxmTwI4A/S220/mohawky.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
