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    <description><![CDATA[Hello there internet users.
My name is Gracie-and you are all welcome to join the freakshow.
Everthing about the world changes, *except my height of 5ft 2* but my love in undeniable.
It does take me a long time to trust people, but have my trust, don't abuse it.
Or you loose it.
I love music. It's my life and soul.
I couldn't be  me  without it.
Remember who I am.
Remember who you are.
The world can change you. 
And sometimes, it's not always for the better.

I have a addiction to nail varnish and bright eye-liner.
And bright jeans.
And Band merch.
And bracelets.
And hats.
And going to shows.

Sorry for not saving the scene.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess::: [[Chapter 16]]]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">UBER SORRY. I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH EVERYTHING. GAH. FML. I hope you enjoy this. :</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/3/6/8/9/2/1/orig-9368921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>I hope you're doing fine<br />I hope you've found the time<br />To chase that dream<br />I wanna see you shine<br />You were always on my mind<br />And my heart's on my sleeve<br />You know what I mean</em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><strong><em>I Don't Wish You Were Dead Anymore: Bowling For Soup</em></strong></span></p>
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<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">2 years later</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Grace POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My alarm buzzed right in my ear as I slammed it off. I groaned. I hated waking up any time of the day. It just seemed wrong for my body to even get out of bed these days. Most likely because of my hectic job. Or just trying to jungle everything at once. But I wouldn't trade it for the world. I was happy, for once. I sighed and sat, running my fingers through my hair. I could feel it sticking out at all angles. I probably looked like a member of the hair bear bunch or some shit. I sighed and dragged it back into a ponytail.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Grace! You up!?" My roommate yelled from the kitchen of our two bed roomed apartment. "Yeah, two freaking seconds." I moaned in return as I heard her laugh. I kicked the blankets off me and walked into the lounge where Liana was sat, in her boyfriend's shirt, eating pop tarts. "There better be more where that came from." I threatened. She smiled and went back to the TV. I raided the cupboards and found no pop tarts. "Bitch." I hissed; just quiet enough for her not to hear.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So I poured myself my sugary cereal and went to join her. Not without stealing one of the pop tarts on her plate of course. "What the hell?!" She yelled, with her mouth full. I stuck my tongue out at her and took a bite out of her pop tart before putting it back onto her plate. "Just to annoy you my dear." I answered, swallowing the bite. She laughed and threw a pillow at me. We were both laughing insanely until the phone rang. "Hey Greg, what's up?" I asked, picking up the phone. "Hey Gracie. You ready for this photoshoot today?" I swallowed my food and nodded. "Sure am. Me and Liana are gonna be there in about, thirty minutes?"</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Great. Great. They're nice guys. Maria just interviewed 'em. I think you're gonna love them." I smiled. "Okay Greg, thanks!" I said, quickly hanging up. "That man still thinks he's cupid after like, a year." I sighed, pouring the rest of my breakfast into the sink. "He did you set you up real nice though babe." Liana replied, chucking her plate and coffee mug into the sink. "You helped, I mean, you and Kyle were already dating." She smiled. She does stupidly widely whenever the world 'Kyle' is mentioned in any sentence.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Her boyfriend is the drummer of Forever The Sickest Kids. They've been dating for about, what, two years. There is an age gap but not like, a huge one. No, my boyfriend isn't in Forever The Sickest Kids. I did go on one date with Kent, and then we decided to be friends. My boyfriend's in a different band, smaller, which is great. I met him at a Forever The Sickest Kids show in Virginia, which me and Liana were photographers, for Greg's magazine. Small talk after the show led to a few drinks which led to a kiss. He was coming up to LA for a few days after the gig, so we met up for a few dates and we just hit it off. He was a great guy, and I wouldn't replace him with anyone. I mean anyone. I smiled as I checked my phone and found one new text message from him. 'I'll call you later. I can't wait to see you again soon. Love A xo' "That him?" I nodded and put my phone away.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"We better get ready for this shoot." I sighed, nudging her. "We need to know what this band is like to get an idea for this shoot." Liana sighed. "Kelly said they were pretty stupid. Like, not unintelligent stupid. Like, silly stupid." I chuckled. "Immature, you mean? Like, penis jokes?" Liana nodded. I sighed. I had enough with other bands. Liana laughed out loud. She gets enough of them too. "Let's get ready then?" Liana asked, grabbing her Panic at the Disco shirt from the laundry. I nodded, grabbing my blink 182 shirt from the ironing.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Alex POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photographers are annoying enough without them being late. Given, only five minutes late, but still. "Alex, stop being a fucking pussy and get over here." Jack yelled across the empty room. I chuckled and jogged across to their table. "Looking out that window ain't gonna make them come quicker." Zack pointed out. "THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID." Rian yelled. We all laughed. Sex jokes equal win in this crowd. I stole a sip of Zack's Starbucks when I saw two girls run into the room. "We're so sorry we're late!" The brunette yelled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. I smiled at her. "It's cool." She smiled and her friend joined her. She stared at me for a minute.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Grace. Stop staring." The brunette hissed. I chuckled. "I'm Liana and this is my partner Gracie. As in like, business and picture taking." I nodded, shaking her hand. Gracie stayed back but smiled warmly at me. "Okay, time to take pictures? Your make-up and hair is all one so yeah, over there please guys!" Liana yelped excitedly. We all went to the plain white back drop and stood around. "Right, so if we have Alex? Is that right?" I nodded, chuckling to myself. "Okay, if you stand in the centre. With..." Okay, she was struggling with Zack's name. "My name's..."</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Zack." Her friend said. Liana looked over at her. "His name's Zack, he plays bass. He's Rian, the drummer, Jack plays guitar and Alex..." She gulped. "He sings and plays guitar." I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. "Thanks. I do know you're music, I really do, it's just, you know, so many bands so little time." I nodded and looked over at... Gracie, her name was? She was too busy with a smaller camera.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Okay, pose for me." Liana said, smiling widely and getting behind her big ass camera.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Grace POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. <strong>Oh fuck. </strong>Fuck my fucking life with a huge stick.</span></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>jack barakat</category>
		  		  	<category>rian dawson</category>
		  		  	<category>zack merrick</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-10-20T09:44:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[SUNDAY. OCTOBER 4TH. CARDIFF. THE FRIDAY NIGHT BOYS+THE AUDITION+ALL TIME LOW.]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Okay. Seriously one of the best gigs of my life. If you ever get the chance to see All Time Low. Or The Audition. Or The Friday Night Boys. Go. Just go. I mean it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Okay. Where do I start?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We got to the Cardiff Solus at 11.30am. With a small group of two in front of us. Friends joined them though throughout the day. FML. And not even ffriends jumped in front.Dicks. Anyways, we had to queue until 7pm. So yeah, long time. AND IT WAS FUCKING COLD. Worth it though. So yeah, the queue wasn't really interesting, I was very bored and cold.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyways, we got inside and we got ourselves at the side of the stage, right where Jack would be when All Time Low came on. No crushing really either, which was an added bonus. We waited for about ten minutes, and the lights dimmed, bringing on The&nbsp; Friday Night Boys. They launched almost straight into <strong>Suicide Sunday. </strong>Which, can I say, I went insane too. I pretty much screaming at them their whole set. xD After Suicide Sunday, it was <strong>Permanent Heartbreak </strong>AND Mike who was standing right in front of me was mouthing the lyrics to our corner, but I was signing and yelling the lyrics at him. He did laugh at me because I was just jumping all the time, when no one else was. Next was <strong>That's What&nbsp;She Said </strong>and I laughd so hard when Mike, during the lyrics <em>If she brings you in her room, and you close the door. You'll be right where every guy has gone before. </em>Was doing that thing where stick your finger into a hole you made with your&nbsp;other hand. It was quite funny. Then, we had <strong>Stupid Love Letter. </strong>Before they played it, Andrew was like "We just made a video for this song..." I yelled, so loudly. "STUPID LOVE LETTER!!" And Mike heard me, pointed&nbsp;at me and said into his mike "Yeah!" And Andrew looked over at me. xD Next was, <strong>Molly Makeout,&nbsp;</strong>I WENT SO INSANE. I was kinda expecting Alex to come out and sing his part, but he did not. Still, great fun live. (Y) Next was <strong>High School. </strong>After Molly Makeout had finished, Andrew's jeans were falling down so we all yelled for him to play with his pants&nbsp; down, and he fucking did it. My god. I cried. It was just so funny. And sexy, but that's not what I was crying about. Then, lastly, they ended with <strong>Stuttering&nbsp;</strong>which is just such a fun song. Me and friends were pretty much the only&nbsp; people in the WHOLE crowd singing along. And, since Mike had seen me before, yelling the lyrics back at him, he threw a guitar pick. (Y)</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/6/5/5/5/1/orig-9265551.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="344" height="271" /><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/6/5/5/6/1/orig-9265561.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="351" height="271" /><br /><br /><br />That's now a necklace. ^^</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then, The Audition came on. Freaking incredable. Poor Danny had a sprained ankle due to an accidennt at the Birmingham show. He slipped on a puddle and got knocked out. Brave guy. Anyways, they opened with <strong>My Temperature's Rising </strong>which was freaking incredable live. Much prefer it. They then played <strong>You've Made Us Conscious </strong>and it was cool to hear them perform their older stuff as well as their newer stuff. It really, truely was. Then, Danny and Seth decided to chat to us about how they treated each other. Danny: I treat Seth like my son! Seth: You treat your son like shit and call him an asshole? Danny: If I had a son, I'd treat him like you Seth.&nbsp; Seth: You'd kick the shit outta him. Pretty much that. Then, they played <strong>Love With A Motive </strong>which got me so hyper. And after that, we had Danny playing acoustic guitar on <strong>Los Angeles</strong> which was beautiful. <strong>Warm Me Up and The Way You Move </strong>followed&nbsp; (which shocked me because I didn't think they'd play that xD). (Y) Seriously amazing set.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>ALL TIME LOW ALL TIME LOW ALL TIME LOW</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Um, yeah. xD Anyways, twenty minutes later, we were screaming. Matt come on and did some stuff, including making sure that their were inflatable penises on the speakers. I kid you not.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/0/8/4/1/orig-9280841.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="342" height="249" /></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">See, I do not kid you.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyways, so we saw Rian sneak on and the light went down. Everyone went mad as Ryan (From Runner Runner, filling in for Zack), Alex then Jack (FANGIRLMOMENT) ran on and immeadatly started off their set with <strong>Lost In Stereo</strong>. Bloody incredable live. I&nbsp;lost my voice pretty much after that one song.&nbsp;Then they launched into <strong>Six Feet Under The Stars </strong>and everyone pretty much was screaming. I showed Jack a sign I made him. It said 'JACK! SHOW US YOUR CLOCK!' Basically, it was a joke about the Poppin Champagne video. It's meant to mean his penis but he didn't get it and just showed us his wrist, which had no watch on. xD Anyways, they then started talking randomly. JACK'S VOICE IS SO HIGH PITCHED. I NEARLY CRIED WITH LAUGHTER. HE NEEDS TO EAT TOO. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Wales is such a goddamned lovely place. Fucking love you guys godammit. Thanks for coming tonight.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: THIS IS LIKE OUR THIRD TIME IN YOUR CITY.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Yes. Hey Buddy (this was to someone in the crowd). You guys happy to be here? Yeah, somewhere along the way on this trip through Europe, the UK, Ireland and Wales and all sorts of places. I somehow managed to contract a cold. *Jack says something which I cannot understand* I have reason to believe it is the swine flu.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: YEAH!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: So, if anyone would like to commit to coming up here and contracting the swine flu.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: You have to suck it out of a hose.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Yeah, you have to be blindfolded and suck it out of a hose.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: That's the only way to do it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: And by that, I mean my hose is my penis.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fangirl heaven.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then they launched into <strong>Jasey&nbsp;Rae </strong>and I almost cried. No, I did cry. I couldn't believe I was hearing one of my favourite songs live. I went so insane. Then they went into <strong>Poppin' Champagne. </strong>And everyone was so hyper and dancing and just having an amazing time. My god, I just wanted to dance so much. And I did and most likely looked like a complete idiot.It was just too much fun. Then, more random talking.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: I've never made out with a girl from Wales. There's a sign up sheet at our merch table , top 100 girls that sign up, I get to make-out with them. The top 10, I get to touch their boobs. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: No. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: No?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: No. *Then we have some random talking with Rian, but it's like, only half the conversation because Rian had no mike.* So, this might be a little shitty but it's a Sunday. And in America on Sunday's rather than going to church I watch Football and drink alot of beer.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: American Football though.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Yeah, yeah. American&nbsp; Football. Our team, in our hometown of Batimore is in a very close fucking game with tthe Patriots of New England. It's pretty fucking close right now. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: IT'S NEW ENGLAND NOT OLD ENGLAND.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: And it's possible we might have just won a game so I wanted to share that with you. LET'S A GET A 'LET'S GO RAVENS' CHANT GOING. *And it worked until...*</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Ohley, ohley, ohley, ohley, ohley, ohley.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: This song is about the beer I enjoy drinking.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So, they went into <strong>Stella </strong>which I lost my glasses too, but since we were at the and the barriers were pretty crappy and and a hole in them, my friend Jess managed to grab themn for me. But it was still fun and so incredable.Then. MORRE TALKINGGGGG.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: You guys having fun?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ryan from Runner Runner: I am!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: The Raven's lost.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: GODAMMIT! </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ale: It was close. We fought the good fight.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Hey who is this guy? On stage with us.*pointing to Ryan*</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Oh shit. Hey, who the fuck are you?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: What have you done with Zack?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ryan: I've taken Zack and replaced him with an uglier, weaker&nbsp;man.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: I'm&nbsp;gonna need another guitar Danny. Wherever you are. I just gave our assistant tour manager concusion. Hey! So, this is Ryan, he plays in a band called Runner Runner. Zack had to fly home for a wedding. This handsome man is filling in.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ryan: THEY&nbsp;FLEW IN THE SMALL GUNS.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: You have a gun?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: EVERYONE DOWN. THIS MAN HAS A GUN. *Jack then ducks*</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: I'm kidding.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ryan: It's just a pistol.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: I'm messing with you. Where the fuck? Where the fuck is my fill in guitarist?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Andrew's not gonna come up. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: That little shithead. What happened?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Hey, let's a get a chant going...</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: What a douchebag. Usually, Andrew from the Friday Night Boys plays this song with us but he's not here today.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Where did he go?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Where the fuck is he? What a dick.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Let's kick him off the tour.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: They're done. They're done. We have one show left to play on this tour and they're not playing. Fuck them. SO. THIS SONG IS ABOUT WHAT I'D LIKE TO DO TO YOU AFTER THE SHOW IF THAT'S OKAY. I THINK. WE'RE GONNA HAVE A RELATIONSHIP. I'M GONNA MAKE-OUT WITH YOU ALL. AND I'M GONNA SHIT ALL OVER YOUR HEART.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Therefore, they played <strong>Break Your Little&nbsp;Heart. </strong>That was just amazing, the guitar part is one of my favourites of All Time Low and it was just energetic. Everyone was dancing and having fun (apart from the guy behind me who seemed to be pratically bumming me because he wanted to be close to Jack :|). I honestly nearly passed out from dancing to much. Next up was <strong>Remembering Sunday </strong>you could hear the fan girls just slience. Thank fuck. But, just before the song. Alex, couldn't help himself...</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: You all the seem the kinds of people who have fantasic genataila. Am I right?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hey man, what's going on dude? (again, to someone in the crowd) How are you?&nbsp; Thanks.&nbsp; You guys are like, quiet, eeriely quiet. I'm afraid of you Cardiff. I feel like I'm at a libary, not a show.&nbsp; *I did yell Fuck You. In response. But, you know. In a loving way.* You need you guys to prove to me right now you have big,&nbsp;fantasic singing voices. Can you do that? This songs called Remembering Sunday.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I did cry. No, I sobbed. My tears were just pouring down my face. This song makes me cry on CD, but live, my god. I couldn't sing along because of my tears. However, Rian started playing the drum with an inflatable penis which made me brust out laughing. The only bit of talking I didn't get on film was when they were talking about that they could only succed in Cardiff if their testicles go up their body. And Ryan decided he would admit he only had one testicle. Very funny.&nbsp; (Y) However, I got the ending-ish of it. Jack made this sighing noise, almost a grunt, so he got us all to do it and Alex decided to trust the air.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: RIAN. Why do you have a huge dick in your hands? Not that that's anything werid but why now? In front of everyone?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: I think there's a kick-drum microphone inside&nbsp;the penis.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: Why do you have a dick in your hand man? Come on, THERE ARE KIDS HERE. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Rian then throws the dick into the crowd.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Have our dick.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: YOU DID NOT THROW A DICK INTO THE CROWD RIAN. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: Have our big inflatable penis. She's gonna eat it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack then gets the tech guy to hit the crowd with some lights and tells this guy to start a huge circle pit. And if he failed, Jackwas gonna kill him. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jack: When we start this song, we need people inside it. We can't just have a circle with no one inside it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Alex: We can't just have a widdespread circle pit with no one inside of it. HAHAHA. DID YOU SEE WHAT I WAS DOING. I MADE IT SOUND&nbsp;LIKE WAS TALKING ABOUT A VAGINIA.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then they&nbsp; launched into<strong> Coffee Shop Soundtrack&nbsp;</strong>which is one of my favourite ATL songs. I went so insane and everyone thought was actually mad. I was dancing, crying, yeling with a strained voice and screaming all at the same time. They played it so well and all the kids who knew all their older stuff where so happy. Then, their set list said that they shoudl play Let It Roll but they didn't have time so they skipped straight to <strong>Weightless </strong>and I must say it's so much better live. Everyone in the crowd started dancing and yelling the lyrics back at them. They played amazingly and it was one of my favourite performances of the night. Then they went off.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Everyone started chanting for them to come back on, and they did for their encore. They played <strong>Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't) </strong>and evryone was jumping everywhere, I got majorly crush and my ribs are now bruised. But, nothing could stop my fun and everyone was so happy. Then they played, of course, <strong>Dear Maria, Count Me In </strong>and that got everyone off their feet for the last time. Then, Alex got Seth from The Audition to play his guitar for him and he came over to our side and everyone grabbed his hand. I managed to grab his wrist as everyone was reaching for him. It fucking hurt. I was falling over and Alex was actually trying to properly grab my hand to help but this douchebag behind me grabbed it before me but Alex was looking at me, giving me looks to make sure I was okay. I nodded, still singing at him. Jack by this time had given his guitar to Mike so he could crowd surf in the middle of crowd. Everyone was demented by the time ATL got off stage.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It toook an age to get merch but I got three shirts and a FNB wristband. 2 ATL shirts and 1 FNB shir. BUT. SOMEONE WHEN I WAS STUFFING EVERYTHING INTO MY BAG STOLE MY FNB SHIRT. BITCH. I met Vinny Vegas which pretty much made&nbsp; my night until I went outside. This is the merch I bought.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/8/9/4/1/orig-9288941.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/8/9/5/1/orig-9288951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><br />I pretty much adore them both. &lt;3 I did have a FNB shirt that said CAN YOU C ME IN THE ICU. Before it got stolen. However, I ordered another FNB shirt from FBR. The gradient one. &lt;3. But I managed to get a FNB wristband.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/8/9/8/1/orig-9288981.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="299" height="191" /><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/8/9/9/1/orig-9288991.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="297" height="191" />&nbsp;It says Permanent &lt;/3 FNB. Permanent Heartbreak &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Okay. So I go outside the Friday Night Boys are there signing stuff. I run up to Mike and yell. "DUDE. I GOT YOUR PICK!" He high-fived me and I think he reconignsed. I hugged him so hard then some kid stole him. My friend Laura askeddhim to sign her shirt, so he stole my red sharpie then signed like, 3 other people's stuff before saying. "This is your sharpie right?" I nodded and he gave it back to me.&nbsp;I asked if I could have a picture with him, and I did.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/9/0/3/1/orig-9289031.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Don't ask about his face. I don't even know.<br /><br /><br />Then he signed the sign I made for them to sign. It say's CARDIFF &lt;3'S THE FRIDAY NIGHT BOYS so, he did. Then, I saw Andrew, started and allost hyperventalated before finding the gummy worms I got him. I ran up to him and yelled "I bought you gummy worms because I know you love them Andrew." He took him, smiled and laughed, gave them a weird look before saying. "Awh, thanks." Then he hugged me, WITHOUT ME ASKING. Then he was like "What does that say?" He was pointing to sign I had them. "It says Cardiff loves The Friday Night Boys. Because we do." Then he said. "OH MAN. THAT'S AWESOME." So, I asked him to sign it, and he did. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/9/1/0/1/orig-9289101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br />Yay! I love Andrew's signature. So, then I had a picture with Andrew and he hugged me so hard. I hoonestly felt like he was going to like, abduct me or something (not that I would have complained). In this picture, I realise I look so bad. But, we are wearing the same hat! I almost spazzed out when I realised. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/9/1/5/1/orig-9289151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br />CAN ANDREW PLEASE JUST TAKE ME BACK WITH HIM? PLEASE. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">LOL. I didn't have enough time to run up to the other memebers because we had to leave. But, meeting Andrew and Vinny pretty much made my life. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Go se ATL and FNB on the Glamour Kills tour. Anyone who sees ATL will have an amazing time. Trust me.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As a leaving present, here's Andrew, with his pants down,&nbsp;performing High School.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/2/8/9/2/3/1/orig-9289231.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Curtiousy of Laura. &lt;3<br /></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Love Gracie xo</span></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>the audition</category>
		  		  	<category>the friday night boys</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-10-10T11:27:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[::I'm Sick And Tired Of Always Writing Songs About You:: *Alex Gaskarth* {Chapter 39}]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4600241/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">OHMYGODDDD. I HAVEN' UPDATED THIS IN, LIKE, FOREVERRRRR. I FEEL SO BAD. Enjoy it, if you can. xD</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/1/8/6/6/2/1/orig-9186621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em>I've got a house in the back of my head<br />But I can't find a permanent resident<br />'Cause the market's down<br />And the area's not so good these days<br />I've got a watch but I don't have time<br />I've got a road and it leads to decadence<br />But a dead end sign waits down the line<br />I leave my footprints for the evidence</em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>Poison: All Time Low</strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*Jasey POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I wanted to stay behind when All Time Low hit the other side of the world, but I didn't think, no, I knew they wouldn't let me join Paramore on their No Doubt tour. I wanted to go to LA more than anything to see our little girl, bring her home. Stupid world fame. I chuckled as Jack snored loudly from the chairs opposite me. I kicked him and he jolted up, and then fell onto the lino floor. "OW! What the hell Jasey!?" He yelled. I laughed and offered my hand to him. I pulled him up and he sat back down.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"I'm so tired." He complained. I smiled and pushed my sunglasses back up my nose. "Hey, you've got some weeks off now. Catch up on sleep." I offered as I saw Alex come back with coffee. I smiled and took my cup from him. "Thanks babe." I whispered, blowing over it. "It's alright. Think of it as an apology for dragging you across the world for the past few weeks." I smiled and leant my head on his shoulder. "What did you think of Japan and 'down under'?" Zack asked, imitating a horrible Australian accent.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I chuckled and sipped my coffee. "I adored it. I love Japan, and Aus is just beautiful. I can't wait to get home though." I answered, looking up at Alex. He pecked my lips and gripped my hand. The rest of the guy's were off on a plane to Baltimore, while me and Alex were getting a plane to LA. We were officially going to start our search for Holly.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"I wonder what it's gonna be like..." Jack thought aloud. "What's what gonna be like?" Alex asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Touring with little girl. I mean, will he actually grow up?" He asked, pointing to Alex. I smiled. "This boy will never grow up Jack. You know that." I stated, tapping his knee. Alex chuckled. "Just don't swear near her." He whispered, squeezing my knee. "Dude this coffee is shit." He gagged putting by Zack's sleeping feet.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We all giggled sleepily as I leant my head on Alex's shoulder. I shut my eyes and snuggled deeper into his collarbone. "I hate early morning flights." I sighed, re-opening my eyes. "You've got nothing to complain about missy."&nbsp; Rian complained, kicking my shin lightly. "You have a layover." I sat up and smiled sweetly, until I kicked Rian hard in the shin. "OW!" He yelled, grabbing his leg. That scream caused Zack to jump up and kick the coffee over in the process.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"What the hell is going on!?" He yelled. I jumped up as the coffee landed on my feet. "For fucks sake Zack!" I screamed, slapping the side of his head. "What was that for?!" He shouted at me, holding the side of his head. "Hot coffee on white converse. You do the fucking math Merrick." I looked down at my shoes, sighing. That was until someone grabbed my waist and pulled down. I was sat on Zack's lap. "Zack let me go." I warned, looking at Alex. He winked as I fell back so I was lying across Zack. Then he started tickling me.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I couldn't breathe from laughter and I was kicking the air until Alex sat on my feet. "Oh my god! Zack! Please! Stop!" I pleaded through hysteric laughter. I was close to tears before he stopped and Alex helped me up. "I hate you." I whispered, catching my breath. "I love you too Jasey." Zack replied, ruffling my hair. I sighed and sat back on my seat, now fully awake. "You guys are such assholes." I breathed out, pulling the sleeve of my hoodie back over my shoulders.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">They sniggered and went back to their zombie-like state until Matt came by. "Sorry to say guys, but the Maryland flight's boarding." The guys stood up and hugged us goodbye. "Bring her back for us." Jack whispered in my ear. I nodded and kissed his cheek. I quickly blinked away the tears of goodbye before Alex looked back at me. He saw me trying to get rid of them and kissed my forehead. "It'll be alright. I promise."</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Alex POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </em>After a two hour wait, we boarded our plane to LA and quickly were on our way. The movies were in real short supply and the food wasn't exactly great but I wasn't really hungry anyways. Jasey didn't even open her headphones; she just sat there, looking deep in thought. "Babe? Are you alright?" I asked, shaking her shoulder. She looked at me and nodded. "I know you're nervous but it'll be okay." I reassured her. "What if we can't have her back Alex?" She asked nervously. I put my arm around her. "They can't stop us sweetheart. We'll plead our case, and I'm sure they'll understand." She nodded. "As long as I get to keep you." She whispered, putting her hands on my face. I quickly pecked her lips before letting her fall asleep on me.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It was around 3 in the afternoon in LA when we landed; so I got our hire car and we drove straight to the address. It wasn't hard to find, and to be honest, it looked like an amazing home. It was a large house on the outside, and looked so out of place in the row of mansions. It reminded of the houses back in England. I pulled up outside and sighed. "You ready?" I asked Jasey, holding her hand. She nodded with a deep intake of breath. We got out of the car and walked up the path way to the front door.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Jasey stopped suddenly before we walked up the steps to the door. "I can't go in there Alex, I just can't do it." She choked out. I wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her forehead. "We can honey." I whispered, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Our little girl is there, and you're her mom. We can get through this." I reassured her, kissing the tip of her nose. She gulped and nodded. She gripped my hand was we got up the stairs and knocked on the door. Her hand was clammy and cold with sweat.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We waited for five minutes, with no answer. "No one's home." Jasey breathed, almost in relief. "We'll come back tomorrow then." I suggested, kissing her hand. "Momma! Who are those people on our steps?!" I stared at Jasey who was shaking before I turned to look at the little girl below me. She was perfect. Her brown hair was straight and down, almost reaching her shoulders. Her eyes were a dark brown, very similar to mine. She had Jasey's lips, perfect and slim. Her nose too. "Can I help you?" A woman asked carrying grocery's. Jasey looked at her, and stared suddenly. "Jasey?! Sweetie!" She squealed, hugging her. "Hey Olivia." She whispered, replying to her hug. "Laura, it's not polite to stare at Jasey." Olivia pointed out.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I stared at 'Laura' as she nodded. "Sorry." She said in her high-pitched voice. "Come in! Come in!" Olivia ordered, unlocking and opening the front door. "Who's she?" I hissed in Jasey's ear. "She was my dad's receptionist, a family friend." She answered, shaking. "Why is Holly with her?" Jasey shrugged as Olivia came back to the door. "Your dad's coming down today, he must have sent you to see us." My eyes widened, as did Jasey's as we walked inside.</span></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>jack barakat</category>
		  		  	<category>matt flyzick</category>
		  		  	<category>rian dawson</category>
		  		  	<category>zack merrick</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-26T13:11:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess::: [[Chapter 15]]]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4576731/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">SO SORRY FOR THE LACKAGE OF UPDATES. I started college and have been swamped. Here's an update to keep you going.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/1/3/9/6/6/1/orig-9139661.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /></span></span><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">She's so scene, Hollywood dreams<br />Broken 'cause she's no good at anything<br />Run around and around, make up your mind<br />I bet you strike out with her tonight<br />She'll look at you and swear she's true<br />What will moving to California do?<br />I know for sure she's lost her way</span></span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>That's What She Said: The Friday Night Boys</strong></span></span></em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>&nbsp;</em></span></span></p>
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<p align="center"><em>*Alex POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">They didn't tow my car. I had no fine to pay. I just had to leave. As I drove, I couldn't think straight. Everything was a blur in my eyes until the first tears fell off my face. I pulled over into a lay-by and sat there for a few moments before I started crying. I didn't care who saw me punch the steering wheel in frustration before leaning my head on it. I took deep breaths to try and calm myself down, but it wasn't working. I couldn't believe she has actually left. After everything I had told her, everything we had done, I never thought she'd leave.</p>
<p align="center">I wiped away the last tears on my cheeks with the back of my hand and started up the engine again. I started driving home, gripping the steering wheel hard. I felt my cell vibrate is my pocket, so I pulled up into this gas station to answer it. "Hey Jack." I sighed, switching off the engine. "Alex, Grace ran off, I woke up and she was fucking gone!" My eyebrows furrowed. "What the hell man? Grace wasn't with you last night." I heard him whisper 'Shit' before turning back to me. "Alex, Grace was here last night and this morning I woke up and she was gone."</p>
<p align="center">"Whoa. Why the fuck didn't you call me?!" I yelled. "Because we were sorta busy, if you catch my drift?" My eyes widened. "You were fucking her?!" I hissed at him. "Whoa, calm down Alex." I hung up and threw my phone on the passenger seat. I quickly started driving again and pulled up outside Jack's place. I grabbed my cell, which was vibrating again and stormed to the door. I knocked on it and Jack's mom answered, saying that Jack was upstairs. I thanked her and ran upstairs before bursting into his room and slamming the door shut. I walked up to him, grabbed the neck of his shirt and put him against the wall. "You are a sick fuck. You fucking slept with her." I hissed. He gulped. "She wanted to Alex, I swear. I said no at first but she wouldn't take it as an answer. I feel terrible but don't you think we should go find her instead of yelling about everything?!" He shouted back at me.</p>
<p align="center">I dropped him and bit my lip hard. "She's gone Jack. I mean, gone." Jack sighed. "Dude, she can't have gone far. She's got no money. No clothes. No food." I sat down on his bed. "She came back to me Jack. This morning, she came to see me." Jack's head snapped towards me. "What?" I looked up at him. "We were talking and I fell asleep. She stole some cash off me, and her clothes. She could be anywhere." Jack started shaking, before sitting next to me. "Why didn't you stop her? Why couldn't you stay awake!?" He yelled, yanking at his hair.</p>
<p align="center">"Jack. I was waiting all night for her. You could have called me, told me she was with you then maybe I could have stopped her!" He rolled his eyes. "If I told you last night that I was fucking her, so don't worry about her. You'd come round and kill me. Don't deny it." He hissed. I bit my lip. He was telling the truth, I would have killed him.</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Jack POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">"I'm sorry bro, but we still need to find her." I insisted. "Jack. Don't bother. She's gone, like you said, she can look after herself." He said emotionless. "Alex that girl might be just a lost cause to you, but she actually means a lot to me." He stared at me like I had just said I got his mom pregnant. "She means more to me than you'll ever know you asshole." He hissed. "Then why aren't we out there looking for her?" I whispered, right in his face.</p>
<p align="center">He looked right into my eyes. "Because she doesn't want to be found." He said quietly. I inhaled deeply and sat down next to him. "I want to find her. I wanted to stop her but you can't force what you want on people." I nodded, absorbing his words. Then it hit me. "Wanted to stop her? You saw her leave!?" I shouted, standing back up. "Jack..."</p>
<p align="center">"No! You saw her leave, but you didn't stop her?!" He stood up and grabbed my shirt. "I tried. I tried so fucking hard Jack! You have no idea how hard I tried. But she still wanted to leave us both! So don't blame me because she fucked you and left." He bellowed through gritted teeth. "How would you feel if the girl you liked slept with you, because you thought she loved you, left while you slept?" I asked, grabbing his wrists and pulling his hands off me.</p>
<p align="center">He stared at me, yanking his arms away. I knew that look. That was same look he had after his brother died. When he wouldn't tell us that he had killed himself. "Alex, you're not telling me something..." I stated softly. He looked at his feet, then back at me. "Why didn't stop her?"&nbsp; I asked again, more calm this time. "She wanted to leave. To protect us." He answered. "Wanna be more cryptic?" I asked, which made him chuckle.</p>
<p align="center">"Sorry man. She just said that she needed to protect us." I nodded. "It's alright man. We'll get over this."</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Grace POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">The dye was taking to my hair now; I chose the stupidest colour imaginable. Black on blonde. Yeah, good plan. I sighed as I leant over the train's basin and washed my hair, which was so freaking difficult. The water finally ran clear so I stuck my head under the hand dryer until my hair was sort of dry, which took so long. I threw the box out and looked at myself in the mirror. Everything about the old me was gone. I was new person. I sighed and walked out into the carriage.</p>
<p align="center">I walked back to seat and looked out at the speeding scenery. LA was going to be so different to what I was used to. I was gonna need a job, somewhere to stay. Just a whole new start. Everything was gonna be different this time. It just had to be. &nbsp;</p>
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		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>jack barakat</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-20T07:52:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[My VMA Choices.]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4550891/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p>In the UK, we won't be watching the VMA's until Monday, but in the twist of all. Here are my choices and votes. :D</p>
<p>However, the video's highlighted in red are who I believe will win, but the ones in bold will be who I voted for and therefore <em>should </em>win.</p>
<p>Love xo</p>
<p>Here we go...</p>
<p><strong>Best Female Video:</strong><br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Beyonce - Single Ladies<br /></span><strong>Katy Perry - Hot 'N' Cold<br /></strong>Kelly Clarkson - My Life Would Suck Without You<br />Lady Gaga - Poker Face<br />Pink - So What</p>
<p><strong>Best Male Video:<br /></strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Eminem - We Made You<br /></span>Jay-Z - D.O.A (Death of Auto-Tune)<br />Kanye West - Love Lockdown<br /><strong>Ne-Yo - Miss Independant<br /></strong>T.I. Feat. Rihanna - Live Your Life&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Best Hip-Hop Video:<br /></strong>Asher Roth - I Love College<br /><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Eminem - We Made You<br /></span></strong>Flo Rida - Right Round<br />Jay-Z - D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)<br />Kanye West - Love Lockdown</p>
<p><strong>Best New Artist:<br />3OH!3 - Don't Trust Me<br /></strong>Asher Roth - I Love College<br />Drake - Best I Ever Had<br />Kid Cudi - Day N Nite<br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Lady Gaga - Poker Face</span></p>
<p><strong>Best Pop Video:<br /></strong>Beyonce - Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)<br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Britney Spears - Womanizer</span><br /><strong>Cobra Starship Feat. Leighton Meester - Good Girls Go Bad<br /></strong>Lady Gaga - Poker Face<br />Wisin y Yandel - Abusadora</p>
<p><strong>Best Rock Video:<br /></strong>Coldplay - Viva La Vida<br /><strong>Fall Out Boy - I Don't Care<br /></strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">Green Day - 21 Guns</span><br />Kings of Leon - Use Somebody<br />Paramore - Decode</p>
<p>Unfortunatly, it's impossible for me pick bewteen Fall Out Boy, Greenday and Paramore. But FOB won my vote, but I think Green Day will steal it. I won't be hurt at all. That is one of my favourite songs and videos.</p>
<p><strong>Video of The Year:</strong><br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Beyonce - Single Ladies (Put A Ring On IT)</span><br />Britney Spears - Womanizer<br /><strong>Eminem - We Made You</strong><br />Kanye West - Love Lockdown<br />Lady Gaga - Poker Face</p>
<p><strong>Breakthrough Video:<br /></strong>Anjulie - Boom<br />Bat For Lashes - Daniel<br />Chairlift - Evident Utensil<br />Cold War Kids - I've Seen Enough<br /><strong>Death Cab for Cute - Grapevine Fires</strong><br />Gnarls Barkley - Who's Gonna Save My Soul<br />Major Lazer - Hold The Line<br />Matt And Kim - Lessons Learned<br />Passion Pit - The Reeling<br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll</span></p>
<p><strong>Best Video (The Should Have Won A Moonman):</strong><br />Beastie Boys - Sabotage<br />Bjork - Human Behaviour<br />David Lee Roth - California Girls<br />Dr. Dre - Nuthin' But A 'G' Thang<br /><strong>Foo Fighter - Everlong</strong><br />George Michael - Freedom<br />OK Go - Here It Goes Again<br /><span style="color: #ff0000;">Radiohead - Karma Police</span><br />Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers - Into the Great Wide Open<br />U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name&nbsp;</p>
<hr />
<p>So there we go. Who did you vote for or who do you think should win?</p>
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		  		  	<category>vma 2009</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-13T00:47:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess::: [[Chapter 14]]]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4538831/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This chapter, as&nbsp;a warning, is pretty sad. </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/0/5/4/6/5/1/orig-9054651.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><em>Well you built up a world of magic<br />Because your real life is tragic<br />Yeah you built up a world of magic<br />If it's not real<br />You can't see it with your eyes<br />You can't feel it with your heart<br />And I won't believe it<br />Cause if it's true<br />You can see it with your eyes<br />Even in the dark<br />And that's where I want to be, yeah</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">Brick By Boring Brick: Paramore.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Grace POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I actually managed to sleep this time around. But not for long admittedly. I woke up at noon, and Alex was still dead asleep. Mind, he had waited up all night for me. On his calendar it said he had band practice at 3 this afternoon, so I had to leave before then. I hoped he was so tired he wouldn't wake up as I got my head off his chest and sat up. He groaned but snuggled up quickly in his duvet. He looked like a puppy with his hair all over the place. I smiled at him regrettably. My clothes were pretty close to the bed so I found them all quickly and pulled them on. I felt so dirty but I knew what I was doing was right for Alex. I was irrelevant. I tucked him back in and blew him a kiss. I quickly, but quietly threw all the clothes and stuff I could into my old rucksack. I snuck on his red hoodie. I felt bad taking it but I hoped he'd understand.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I picked up his wallet and chuckled at the picture on his driving license. He looked so young. I took $35, just enough to get me out of here. I put his wallet back and stared at him. I was shaking as I opened the door. I didn't want to leave him, I really didn't. I never felt anything like what I felt for him. I had to leave him something, but I couldn't. A clean break. I crept out of his room and shut the door quietly before sprinting down the stairs and into the kitchen. His parents had already left for work, so I grabbed some food out of the cupboards and a bottle of water. I didn't know when I was going to be eating again. I slipped on my shoes and opened the front door. I inhaled deeply as I stepped outside, with a backward glance into the house, I shut the door.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I sighed and walked away from the Gaskarth residence and into Baltimore; I needed to find the train station again. It wasn't a long walk at all, but the only train leaving in the next 30 minutes was one to LA. "Can I help you?" The ticket person said. "Can I have a one way ticket to LA?" The guy sighed and did some typing. "Okay, that's $30." I handed him the cash and grabbed my ticket from him. I looked around the station, and I caught sight of myself in a glass window. If Alex woke up and found me gone, this is the first place he'd come. I fiddled with my hair and had an idea.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I ran into the drug store, and looked around. I picked up scissors and looked around at the hair dyes. It sounded stupid, but I needed to look different. "The 12.55 train to LA is now boarding, could all passengers please board the train." I grabbed any colour I could and quickly paid with my last $5 and ran to the train. I got on and quickly sat down at the back of the carriage against the window. No one really looked at me as they got on. All I had to do was wait.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*Alex POV*</span></span></em></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Last night was the best but most regrettable part of my life so far. "Grace?" I asked as I sat up. I looked around my room, and her clothes were gone. "Grace?" I picked up my boxer briefs and put them on. I got up and looked in the bathroom, and she wasn't there either. "What the..." I asked myself. Then I saw it. Her backpack was gone. "FUCK." I hissed grabbing my wallet. Sure enough, some of my money was gone. Not of all it.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I needed to find out where she was. She was the girl I couldn't afford to lose. I pulled on my jeans and shirt that I found on the floor; but I couldn't find my hoodie. "OH COME ON. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING." I yelled kicking the wall. Yeah, it fucking hurt barefoot, but I ran downstairs and put my shoes on. I grabbed my keys and got in my car. I had an idea where she could be. I drove towards the train station, just praying that she was there.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I pulled up outside the station and ran. "Sir, you can't park here!" The traffic guy said. "Fucking tow me then. I don't care right now. The love of my life is in there and I need to stop her leaving." I shouted at him, sprinting inside. I looked around the station, but I saw no one that resembled her. I looked at the departure boards; the next train was one to LA. It was worth a shot. I saw the train and ran for it, but security stopped me. "Sir, you can't get passed here without a ticket." I heaved a frustrated sigh, digging through my wallet. The guys turned away for a second to help out this older woman, so I took my chance and ran for it. "Hey! You!" The guys shouted after me. I continued running until I jumped on the train. I ran down the length the carriages looking at each seat, just trying to find her. Then I saw someone at the back in a bright red hoodie. I ran to them and grabbed their arm.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM DUDE?!" She yelled in a sort of distraught voice, before I pulled her hood down. It was her, and she looked scared to see me. "You can't leave. Please." I begged. "Alex, you have to understand! I don't want to hurt you." She pleaded. "Just get off the train, forget about me. Stop getting yourself in trouble." She hissed, tearing my hand off her arm. "I love you. Please, just. Stay." I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. "I can help. I can't stand to see you leave." She bit her lower lip in tears. She grabbed my hand, stood up and kissed me.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"You, get off the train!" I heard the security yell at me. She didn't stop kissing me until the grabbed me. "I love you." She whispered before letting go of my over-stretched grip. The two guys restrained my arms, and I saw her sit back down in her seat. "Grace!&nbsp; Come back! Please!" She looked out the window and ignored me. I was pretty sure I saw her wipe away a tear.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">On the platform, the guys let me go as soon as the carriage doors shut. I ran up to the window and knocked on Grace's window. She looked at me and placed her hand on it. I put my hand against hers. She mouthed 'I'm Sorry' before the train started taking off. I ran with it, keeping my hand against the frosted glass until they left the platform.</span></span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Okay, sir, I think it's time to move along." I swear, I could have cried.</span></span></p>
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		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-09T08:22:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess::: [[Chapter 13]]]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4516881/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/0/0/2/1/0/1/orig-9002101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br /><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We sold our souls in dark hotel rooms<br />We slip tongues and lie like "I will see you soon"'s<br />Two explorers in dark making maps and drawing shots<br />Put the world on notice I'm ruined and I know it<br />We threw the game from the start<br />I'm desperate and devoted the secret no one told us<br />My songs know what you did in the dark</span></span></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My Songs Know What You&nbsp;Did In The Dark: Fall Out Boy</span></span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">
<p align="center"><em>*Grace POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">I couldn't sleep after it had happened. I just lay there, naked, with Jack's arm around my waist, his breath against my neck. His snoring filling my ears. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was coming up to 5am. I sighed and tried shutting my eyes, hoping that I could fall asleep but every time I shut my eyes, I saw Alex. It was like he was haunting me, and it hurt me so much that I could just betray him like this. I just wanted to get rid of everything about myself, but I guess I wanted to leave Jack some form of memory. No doubt I'll just be one of many girls to have a one-night stand with him.</p>
<p align="center">Alex called Jack 7 times during the night, every half an hour until Jack said that his mom was getting pissed so he had to come home. He was lying through his teeth, of course. He was at home, with me, and never left the house to begin with. I bit my lip and looked at Jack's cell phone. He'd put it on silent after Alex called at like 12. I grabbed it with my spare hand and unlocked it. '12 MISSED CALLS: ALEX BITCHHH'. I never felt so guilty. I put the cell back and made a decision. If I was gonna leave Jack with something, Alex deserved an explanation.</p>
<p align="center">Slowly, I lifted Jack's arm off me and attempted getting out of bed. It was hard, but Jack seemed the deepest sleeper to ever exist. I found my clothes quickly, pulling them towards me with my feet before putting them on. I still managed not to stir Jack. I looked at him as I stood up and smiled. He was still the cutest and sweetest guy I'd ever met, but I just had to leave him. I blew him a kiss and crept out of his, shutting the door as quietly as possible. I managed to get downstairs without anyone noticing: and after finding the house key, out of Jack's house.</p>
<p align="center">There was only one person I needed to see now.</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Alex POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">I hadn't slept all night, I really hadn't. I'd had so many Red Bulls that I think they were having the opposite effect. I could feel my eye-lids dropping ever so often but I tried keeping awake. If I did fall asleep, I quickly woke up thinking Grace had come back but: she hadn't. My mom was gonna pissed I hadn't slept. And I mean, through the roof pissed. I walked up to the door and decided she wasn't coming back. I opened it and checked one last time. It was pouring down with rain and there was still no sign. I sighed and looked out on the street and there was someone running.</p>
<p align="center">They ran straight to my open door, I saw their clothes. "Grace?! I yelled running outside. She ran straight into me, wrapping me up in a hug. "Let's get you inside. You must be fucking freezing." I instructed, ushering her inside and shutting the door. "Stay there." I said, running through to the kitchen and grabbing two towels waiting to go upstairs into the bathroom. I threw one at her and quickly dried my hair before going back over to her.</p>
<p align="center">"Where the hell have you been?!" I hissed at her. She wiped her nose in her wet hoodie sleeve. "Alex, I'm so sorry. I really am." She whispered, choking softly on her tears. I wrapped my towel around her and snuck her upstairs, shushing her tears until we were in her room. I shut the door and wrapped her up in a bigger hug, which was to comfort her as well as to warm her up. "Alex, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have run off. I should have told you everything that'd happened. I...I...I love you."</p>
<p align="center">I gulped and kissed her forehead. "Tell me what happened. Please." I begged, tucking her wet hair behind her ears. "It was an accident, he threatened to kill me." She whispered. "He had his hands, around my neck. I...I couldn't breathe. We were struggling and we got to the landing and I just pushed him away and he fell off the landing and landed straight on the floor." She said; her hands twitching as I grabbed them. She looked at me, her eyes glassing over.&nbsp;</p>
<p align="center">"I thought he was dead, so I stole some money off my mom and I ran. I caught the first train out of Brooklyn, to Baltimore." She stammered through. "I'll protect you, whatever happens." I said, kissing her fully on the lips. She ran her hands through my wet hair and cupped her face. I leant my forehead against hers. "I love you, and I just want to help you." I said. She smiled, which caused me to chuckle. "Alex... there is one way you could help me." She whispered. I nodded and she let her hand fall down my chest, then up my shirt. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?" I asked.</p>
<p align="center">She bit her lip. "This is what I want. Alex, please." I wanted to, I really did, but morally, I couldn't. "I can't..." She kissed me again, harder and fiercer than before, before I knew it, I had my shirt removed, breaking the kiss. &nbsp;"You can... Please, I just want you. I want to feel everything you feel. I love you." She whispered, caressing the skin of my torso. I cupped her face and kissed her. If this is what she wanted, I could give it to her.</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Grace POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">This is what I wanted. Alex's skin against my skin, just everything was perfect. I had told him I loved him, because I did. He loved me, but I wasn't good enough for him. Now was something for him to remember me by. He held my hands, kissed me and just made me feel like I meant something. I couldn't believe that this was how we'd remember each other by. He deserved better. "I love you." I moaned to the boy above me. He kissed me, and sometimes, that meant more then words.</p>
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		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>jack barakat</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-02T12:28:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Was Having Joe's Birthday Party Yesterday. xD]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4515811/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Therefore I didn't post. However: my friend <a href="http://www.buzznet..com/lauralikeslollipops">lauralikeslollipops</a>&nbsp;and I posted a journal on her buzznet. Check it out. :)</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But, I have it now too. MWHAHAHA.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
<p><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE TROHMAN!</p>
<p>So as you may know, today it is Joseph Mark Trohman's 25<sup>th</sup> birthday and we thought he deserved a journal saying just how amazing he is.</p>
<p>Firstly, he is amusing. We can't tell you the times he has made us laugh from looking at youtube videos and genuinely hilarious photos. We thought we'd share a few of our favourites.</p>
<p><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/4/1/orig-8992941.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="313" height="338" /></p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;Jason Mraz and Chewbacca. *Grace because I'm cool* All we need for this party is Pete dressed as a penguin and Andy dressed up as Lady GaGa. xD</p>
<p align="center">Back to Laura :)</p>
<p align="center"><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/5/1/orig-8992951.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="438" height="296" /></p>
<p align="center">He just looks very terrified. Bless him. *Grace again* Pete's picture just came up on a billboard. xD We allllll know which.</p>
<p align="center">*Laura*</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/6/1/orig-8992961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p align="center">Self Explanatory.</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/7/1/orig-8992971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p align="center">*Hey, Grace again.* WHY WON'T YOU GROW TREE?! IS IT BECAUSE I LEFT YOU FOR THE MOSS!? THAT NOW LIVES ON MY WALL, BUT WHO CARES?!</p>
<p align="center">*End*</p>
<p>Another reason is his love of the extravagant. Whether it be the moss wall as mentioned above or a velvet suit. Joe knows life's luxuries.</p>
<p>While on the subject on the velvet suit, I think it's time to look at Joe's... different taste in fashion. &nbsp;</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/8/1/orig-8992981.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="388" height="480" /></p>
<p align="center">*Grace, hi how are ya?* HOWL AT THE MOON FOR ME BABY! YEAHHHHHHH.</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/2/9/9/1/orig-8992991.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="332" height="366" /></p>
<p align="center">I know its fancy dress but still.</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/0/0/1/orig-8993001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p align="center">The velvet suit. So wrong yet so right.</p>
<p>The next photo is a reason in itself...</p>
<p>&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/0/3/1/orig-8993031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p>Don't tell me you don't love it. Even Patrick can't tear his eyes away. (BTW Grace did the editing. I got a good grade in art and am therefore far more superior ;])</p>
<p>Now back to some more serious reasons... or maybe not. So one of our final reasons is of course, that gorgeous face. And more importantly his two blue eyes.</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/0/4/1/orig-8993041.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p align="center">*Grace hereeee* Laura is kinda in a trance. I mean, seriously. If I hear her say 'pretty' one more time... Oh, wait. She melted into a big pool of fan girl slush. *pokes* Yup, that's what those eyes do to a girl. I do love them: they make me want to go swimming. CANNONBALL!! *Grace. Out.*</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/0/5/1/orig-8993051.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="346" height="443" /></p>
<p align="center">He's just so handsome. *Grace* Birds live in that hair. But y'know what, he is pretty damn beautiful. No denying.</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/0/7/1/orig-8993071.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="364" height="246" /></p>
<p align="center">HOT MEXICAN!!! (Don't ask)</p>
<p>Okay, so, appearance aside. What else can say about this amazing dude. He's one of the most incredibly sweet guys ever to exist. Without him, there would be no Fall Out Boy. He wouldn't have brought Patrick to Pete. Thank god for him going into that bookstore. Hey, Joe. You're one of the most amazing men I think we could ever want to meet. &nbsp;As many people would know by now, Fall Out Boy is the band that helped save my life. So, I owe Joe my life in a way. For that Joe, I am so thankful. You deserve the world. We couldn't give you that, BUT we had a party in your honour.&nbsp;:)&nbsp;Gracie xo</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/1/0/1/orig-8993101.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="426" height="325" /></p>
<p align="center">Btw that is 25 in Roman Numerals (thank you to my big bro)</p>
<p align="center">&nbsp;<img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/9/3/1/4/1/orig-8993141.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="418" height="305" /></p>
<p align="center">And we made a wish for you Joe.</p>
<p>Okay so it's my go. Joe, you are the most incredible guy. Not because you are beautiful but you are sweet and caring, I'd forgotten guys could be like that. Before you, I was in love with the Alex Pettyfers of the world. Handsome but nothing beneath the skin. Then you came along and made me smile for reasons I don't understand. You are far from perfect but that makes you even more amazing. You're an strange, crazy guy who has made me realise that that's okay. It sounds sad but you're always gunna be in my heart as the guy who made me smile. So thank you. Truly thank you. I don't think there is anything more I can say but these are the lyrics I think some up what you mean to me.</p>
<p><em>If a picture paints a thousand words,<br />Then why can't I paint you?<br />The words will never show <br />The you, I've come to know<br /><br />If a face could launch a thousand ships<br />Then where am I to go?<br />There's no one home but you,<br />You're all that's left me too.<br /><br />And when my love for life is running dry,<br />You come and pour yourself on me.<br /><br /><br />If a man could be two places at one time,<br />I'd be with you<br />Tomorrow and today,<br />Beside you all the way<br /><br />If the world should stop revolving spinning <br />Slowly down to die,<br />I'd spend the end with you.<br />And when the world was through,<br /><br />Then one by one the stars would all go out, <br />and you and I would simply fly away.</em></p>
<p>Thank you again. Love Gracie and Lo x</p>
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		  		  	<category>joe trohman</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-09-02T04:50:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[:::Manage Me, I'm A Mess::: [[Chapter 12]]]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4507291/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/8/9/8/3/0/9/1/orig-8983091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Your eyes wide, always ahead of the curve type,<br />Quiet, and confident.<br />Oh, we stood there, awkward and youthful, we tangled;<br />A piece of my soul escaped.<br />Oh, we are restless and tired of sleeping with giants,<br />A modern mankind with their egos of fire and it seems like...</em></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Sleeping With Giant's (Lifetime): The Academy Is...</em></span></span></p>
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<p align="center"><em>*Alex POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">She said nothing. Fucking fantastic. I didn't need this at all. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I don't think it's me you need to apologize to. Your dad is in hospital because you tried killing him!" I screamed. "I don't know what you want me to say Alex. You obviously made your own assumptions." She snapped after a few minutes of silence. "I want you to tell me what the fuck happened." I snapped back. "I can't!" She yelled, tears making an appearance. "Why not Grace!? I think I have a right to know if I had a criminal in my house!" I shouted, storming over to her. I knelt down and lifted her head up so she was looking me in the eye.</p>
<p align="center">"Alex, let me go. You're hurting me." She whispered, grabbing my hand. "Not until you tell me the truth why you ran away." She bit her lip. "I can't tell you Alex. I don't want to hurt you. Please." My arms started shaking. I wanted to let her go, just hug, tell her I'd protect her from anything but I kept stern. "It hurts that you feel like you can't tell me truth. I need to know." I said calmly. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I've gotta leave." She whispered in a rush, trying to get up. Out of pure instinct, I kissed her and she just melted back into stillness. &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p align="center">"I still want you here. I just need to know what happened." Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands reached up and touched my face. "I have to leave. I promised no one would get hurt." She said, looking straight at me. "Your dad is in hospital, close to death, you've already hurt him." Her eyes grew from affection to anger in a matter of 3 seconds. "I told you everything about him. Everything he did! You're just like everyone else!" She screamed kicking me down below. She just missed my dick and kit my thigh. I bit my lip in pain. "Let me go! I mean it! If you don't let me go I'll tell Lisa about everything!" She threatened. I stared at her. She looked serious.</p>
<p align="center">I let her go and she grabbed her shoes. "I'm sorry. I know that your dad was an asshole. But I just want to know what we're dealing with. If it was on purpose." She stared at me before opening the door and slamming it shut, without a goodbye. "FOR FUCKS SAKE." I shouted, kicking the back of the couch.&nbsp; I grabbed my cell and dialled Jack's number. "Jack, hey. She's ran off. Help me look for her?"</p>
<p align="center">"Yeah dude. I'll get in my car and drive around." He said, rushing around it sounded like. "Thanks man. I owe ya." I said, hanging up and grabbed my car keys.</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Jack POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">I was just zipping up my black hoodie when my doorbell went. I answered it and Grace was standing there, tears etched across her face. "Can I come in?" She asked. I nodded speechless. She smiled and walked in, kicking off her shoes. "Can I talk to you?" I nodded and ushered her inside. "Jackie, sweetheart! Who is it!?" Mom yelled from the kitchen. "Just a friend mom!" I yelled back, grabbing her hand and getting her up the stairs. "Do you and your friend want cookies!?"</p>
<p align="center">I sighed. "No mom! It's fine." I shouted back. We went into my room and I grabbed my cell out of my pocket. "What are you doing?" Grace asked in a panic. "Calling Alex. He's gone looking for you." She bit her lip and quickly grabbed my cell and threw it to one side. All of a sudden, her lips crashed into mine. That was a shock. What was a bigger shock was she unzipped my hoodie and threw it to the ground while trying to make-out with me.</p>
<p align="center">"Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked as she stuck her hand up my t-shirt. She bit her lip. "Something we both wanna do." She whispered letting her hand fall lower. I gulped. "Look, you're not old enough. I can't..." She sighed and unbuckled my belt. "Jack, don't go all moral on me. I want to, Jack. With you." She leapt on my lips again, and scared I pushed her off. "You didn't even want to kiss me earlier!" I announced, dragging my fingers through my hair.</p>
<p align="center">"A girl can change her mind." She whispered, kissing me again. Sure, I liked her, she wasn't bad looking and she was a nice person. She yanked her shirt off and mine in a matter of five minutes. I kissed her back, cupping her face and leading her back onto my bed. Alex would kill me if he found out.</p>
<p align="center"><em>*Grace POV*</em></p>
<p align="center">There was no going back now. After tonight, there was nothing about the old me left, I could start again. Jack was kissing me all over, I was kinda shocked he didn't notice any of my old scars and bruises. I shut my eyes and let Jack do what he wanted. "I love you." He moaned in my ear. I gulped and let him kiss my neck. I did love Jack, I really did. One thing wasn't right, he just wasn't Alex. I could see his face after this. He'd hate me, but I didn't care. After tomorrow. I wouldn't see him ever again.</p>
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		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  	<category>jack barakat</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-08-31T08:57:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[**The Best Of Us Can Find Happiness In Misery**]]></title>
	      <link>http://gracietoro.buzznet.com/user/journal/4503731/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">How long ago did I even update this story? xD I really should do it more often, so I'm thinking of updating this one alot before the others get updated. But that is subject to change.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Enjoyyyyy.</span></p>
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<p>Laura grasped her best friend's children's hands as she opened the door. Melody ran for it, with no need for instruction. "Momma! Wake up!" She screamed, jumping on the bed. Grace sighed pulling the pillow over her head. "MOM!" Melody screamed, landing beside Grace. "Mama." Freddie added, crawling to sit with Melody. Grace chuckled and sat up, rubbing her eyes awake. "Okay, am I going to have to yell at you because of the bags under your eyes or are you going to tell me how you're so tired?" Grace giggled and yawned, picking Freddie up and put him on her lap. "Patrick called me last night and we were talking until late." She answered, stroking Melody's face. "How late is late?" Grace bit her lip and looked at Melody. "3am. I think. Give or take." Laura rolled her eyes and stole Grace's cell from her bedside cabinet. "No contact with him until he sees you walk down that aisle and you say those vows." Grace pouted at Laura. "Cute faces never work with me, so don't even try." Grace stuck her tongue out her and smiled at her kids. "Mom, you have to go get dressed. Auntie Jessica is getting mad because your dress is here." Grace sighed and pulled the duvet off her. "This is so much more stress than it's worth." She muttered under her breath, carrying her son and walking out of her bedroom. "I heard that!" Laura yelled as she reached the top of the stairs. Grace rolled her eyes and made her downstairs and into the kitchen where Jessica was yelling down the phone. "We can't afford her to be ten minutes late! That will put the whole wedding ten minutes behind. Do you know who she is marrying? Oh, fine!" She screamed slamming the phone down on the counter. "That doesn't hang up a cell phone Jessica."</p>
<p>"Shut up! I know!" She screamed at Grace, hanging it up properly. "The hairdresser is running behind by ten minutes. So now everything will have to behind and..." Grace sighed. "God, it's not like the end of world." She interrupted. "It's not like I've gone into labour or anything." She added, grabbing herself a bottle of water. "Don't jinx it. I do not want you giving birth in a church." Laura hissed. "Well, it has to pop out sometime."</p>
<p>"JUST NOT TODAY. THANKS." Jess yelled.</p>
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<p>The butterflies were flying in his stomach like they had been on red bull since their cocoon days. He was so nervous but he knew he shouldn't be. He sipped his coffee, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the marble counter-top of the Wentz kitchen. Patrick took a deep breath and dragged his fingers through his hair before checking his phone for any messages. Nope. None. He sighed and drank more of his fourth cup of coffee. "You'll be needing to pee all day." Jess informed as she secured Bronx in his carrier. Patrick chuckled and tipped the rest of his mug down the sink. "Happy now?" He asked sarcastically. Jess sniggered, shaking her head. "Sometimes I think you're more annoying then Pete. But then I remember how Pete used to be before you and Grace together." She shuddered which caused Patrick to laugh. "Okay, I better get over there and calm everyone down."</p>
<p>"I'm sure everyone will be fine." Pete offered, making an appearance. "Um, I think not. Jessica already called yelling that the hairdresser is late and how Grace is threatening to go into labour and just everything." Patrick chuckled. "Grace would threaten that to get everyone to calm down." He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and fore-finger. "Yeah, but as stated, it has the opposite effect." Jess argued. "Can you please get ready, make sure you're at the church on time or I'll divorce you Peter. And if you forget those rings I will then kill you with my bare hands. Cassie, come on baby!" Jess rambled. "Yes ma'am." Pete said saluting as Jess left the house. "Okay Stumpy, you going to get changed because I think Joe needs a shower, and we <em>all</em> know how it takes him to wash his hair." Patrick laughed and nodded, getting into the bathroom before everyone else.</p>
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<p>"Melody, sweetheart please don't complain about your dress." Grace sighed from her stool. "But Mom!" Grace quickly got off her stool, apologizing to the make-up artist to kneel in front of her. "Sweetie, you're not the only one to hate wearing dresses." She whispered in her ear. Melody chuckled. "But, please babe, just for now then as soon as you can, you can change. Okay?" Melody nodded as Grace hugged her and got up. "Sorry. I really am." She said to the make-up girl, sitting back up on her stool. "Oh, you're going to look so amazing when she's done." Jessica squealed. Grace scoffed at it but let the make-up artist do her thing, putting eye-shadow on her. "The hair-dresser's in with Jess." Laura stated coming out of Grace's bedroom. Her hair was down and perfectly curled. Her dress was also perfect, well since she had designed it herself, it would look perfect on her. Jessica was also done, her short brunette bob was straight and her make-up simple. Her dress was similar to Laura's, but shorter and tighter. Grace didn't even have her dress on yet, but her make-up was pretty much done. "Okay, right, dress!" Laura yelled, grabbing Grace's hand and yanking her into the bedroom.</p>
<p>"Clothes off! Now." Jessica ordered grabbing the dress. "Why did I even <em>agree </em>to wear a dress. A suit would have been better." Laura nearly choked on air. "IF YOU DON'T PUT ON THAT DRESS I WILL PUT IT ON AND MARRY PATRICK MYSELF." She shouted. "Okay. Just don't yell at the pregnant woman." Grace hissed as she pulled off her sweats and old Cobra Starship t-shirt. Jess, Jessica and Laura all adjusted the dress onto Grace, putting it in all the right places. "Hold your breath and suck in your stomach babe." Jess said. "Yeah, like that'll help." Grace scoffed. With a laugh the zip was done up and Grace stared at herself in the mirror. "Okay, grab my kids. Here goes nothing."</p>
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		  		  	<category>patrick stump</category>
		  		  	<category>pete wentz</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>gracietoro</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-08-30T13:56:00Z</dc:date>
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