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October, 2013

  1. Halloween

    October 28, 2013 by hopev227

    This year for Halloween I am the Black Veil Brides lead singer, Andy Biersack ! I am really excited because I’m wearing all this black clothing and stage makeup! I’m going to kind of mimic the stage make up of Andy. He’s AMAZING! He’s adorable, talented, and gorgeous! I like how he does a lot of eyeliner and then black eyeshadow. I really like the eyeliner rips he does on his face. I think it’s awesome! He has piercings so for that I’m going to get bobby pins and bend then to make the nose ring, and two lip piercings. For the tattoos I’m gonna draw different designs on my arms. My hair is going to be my normal scene/rocker/normal hair. My nails are going to be black and I have black combat boots/Supra. I think this will be really fun for me to do and I’m looking forward to Thursday! 😉 🙂 😛 <3

  2. Music in my Life

    October 27, 2013 by hopev227

    Music has always played a big role in my life. Without music I don’t think I would’ve made it through some really tough times. I am a metal head. What I am constantly listening to is my “Riot!” playlist. My favorite bands are all featured on that playlist. I’m in love with A Day To Remember, Pierce The Veil, My Chemical Romance, Escape the Fate, Mayday Parade, Green Day, Asking Alexandria, and Black Veil Brides. The music they play I can really relate to. It’s about not conforming to society and just being you. You aren’t judged in the metal community. I honestly don’t care if people think I’m a freak. My music doesn’t define me as a person! Sure I wear black but I’m not always in black. Im happy with myself and I’m happy with the music I listen to.

  3. The Common Misconceptions of Me

    October 16, 2013 by hopev227

    “My style is an easy short cut to get to know me. It’s like a summery of your personality.” Akiya (8)
    People often look at me and then they think they know my life. But what I wear is a short cut to my personality not my life. I like to wear dark colors but that doesn’t mean I’m goth, I just think dark colors look good on me. I think piercings and tattoos are cool, not everyone does. But when people look at me and judge me for the clothing I wear or the shoes on my feet it makes me want to hit my head against the wall. I am a girly skater. I skateboard and I don’t care what people think about the sport. But I like girly things. I like dressing up and looking nice, I like wearing makeup and heels. I don’t want people to look at me and go “Oh she’s a trouble maker because she’s wearing black.” People often think my past is my style. My past is my past. I can say my past has not been the easiest in the whole wide world. But I’m not going to let that define my clothing or my life. My personality is who I am. I am a fun person but just a bit shy at first. My friends call me a loud, crazy, drama queen, fun person. I am my personality. I like the clothes I wear and if you don’t well I’m not going to change who I am to please people because being who I am is enough and being who I’m not is just a fake me.

  4. When You Think You’ve Lost Everything…

    October 12, 2013 by hopev227

    The words cut through me like knives. I honestly thought I was going to die. I just kept reading that text from, Christina, over and over again. It read, “Dylan’s moving back to Houston.” I never thought I would half to read those words walking into the cafeteria one September Tuesday morning. I got on my friends phone and texted him. He said it was true and that in two weeks I would lose one of my best friends. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry under a rock forever. It felt as if my heart had been ripped out and cut into a thousand little pieces. So I left school early and went home and balled. I locked up myself into my room. It’s like when someone finds out they have cancer and they half to lose their hair. I felt like I was losing my life and I couldn’t see a way to move on and I just wanted to end it and throw away everything. I just didn’t want to move on with my life. So I sat on my floor and cried. Cried until my head hurt. Cried until my heart pounded. Cried until I couldn’t cry any more tears. It’s like when your dog dies. You don’t want to get up and do anything. You just want to mop around. My dad had to come home from work and comfort me, my mom was crying. It was one big cry fest. Finally my dad called my youth pastors and said, “Hope got some upsetting news and do you mind taking her out to lunch?” So they came and got me and we went to Panera Bread. I just let it all out. I had to, I couldn’t keep it all bottled up. But I remember the high school pastor, AJ, telling me to remember this verse, Psalm 73:25-26, “25 Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. 26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” This helped me move on. I knew that God had a plan through all of this. After that day all the days just sort of blended together. Then Sunday rolled around. I didn’t see Dylan or his aunt and uncle in church so I thought, “He hates me. Won’t even come to say goodbye.” So I texted Haley, and said “Dylan isn’t here!!!” So being the amazing friend she is she texted him to make sure he was gonna come and that I would be okay. So then I walk into the youth room. Guess who I saw sitting across the room? My whole face just put on a frown. I when’s right up to him and just said, “So where you planning on telling me you where moving?!?!?!” I think I said this a little loud. Well actually I know I said it too loud. After working through everything we just hung out. He just showed he cared. He even helped me with my Texas History project that was due that week. Instead of being a high schooler and going to high school Sunday school, he came to middle school Sunday school just to be with me. But in the end, he had to go. I acted like a little pre schooler and just grabbed him and said, “You’re not leaving!” It was honestly hard for both of us to know he had to go. Just when I thought I had lost everything I realized everything was going to work out for good. Even though Dylan is over 300 miles away back with his mom, we are still friends. Even though it’s going to be tough, we can do it. Because I know when you love someone as much as we love each other that nothing can break us. We don’t love each other like we are dating. We love each other like legit best friends. And that’s something nothing or no one can take away from us, not even 300 miles.

  5. Beautiful & Broken (preposition poem)

    October 2, 2013 by hopev227

    Across the long dark hallway
    Before the winding stairs
    Inside the highest room of the tallest tower
    Underneath the old wooden bed
    Upon a big black box
    Below the dust and filth
    By the jewels
    Lay a beautiful broken heart

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