Sunday, October 31, 2004

My Ideal Saturday Night

The night before, I went shopping and bought the greatest, bandiest outfit. On Saturday, I spend the whole afternoon getting ready - shower, straighten hair, make-up, outfit. Even shoes that match. And jewelry. So, I look great. Then the bandy, beautiful, fabulous, etc. rocker guy picks me up in his gold Prowler, with the top down. We go pick up Angela and other bandy rocker guys, that he is friends with. (The Prowler only holds two people...umm...I mean, the other rocker guys pick up Ang in their Corvette and we meet up with them) So, we are all the best of friends. We pull up in front of the venue - a dark, old, totally cool club. Valets take the cars and we walk in the front door (yeah, I know, the bands go in the back door, but pretend with me...I want lots of people to see us). The rocker guys head backstage (Ang and I can go back there, of course, but we go out front to get something to drink and chill). The show starts shortly, and Ang and I go right down front. Our friends put on an amazing show and we rock late and hard. After the show, they are hanging around, meeting people and signing autographs. We look super cool, cuz we are with them and they keep talking to us. It is all very natural, so everyone knows that we are with them. After that, we get back in the cars and go to this great restaurant. It has low, funky lighting, weird shaped tables, lava lamps, bead curtains and a dance floor, which people are actually on. We have a great dinner, laughing and talking and having a grand time. Then we go dance, and we are all good. Really good. Like everyone is talking because we are white, but are so stinkin' good! We laugh and dance for a long time, then we decide to go, cuz it is like 4 o'clock in the morning. They drop us back off home, after driving really fast, racing each other, changing lanes and swerving around with the music blasting. Me and Ang are home now, we change into sweats and sit on the couch for another hour at least, discussing the great time we just had, still unbelieving that it actually happened it was so good. I climb into my oh so comfy bed, and fall asleep with a happy, content smile on my face.

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Saturday, October 23, 2004

Rant #1

Today's rant topic is : Guys
Yeah, I know it's very broad. But you can't complain - it's my blog. I can do what I want.
Ok, I'm not sure why this is the rant topic. Wait, yes I am. I went to a conference last nite and this morning on the Song of Solomon. Very good conference. But, inevitably - because it was about the Song of Solomon, there were 4.3 million disgusting couples there. Not all couples are disgusting. Really. The ones I saw were. Everybody and their brother is engaged, married or "serious" (whatever that means) here at Liberty. And they are all alike. Boring, mellow ... the kind of people who pick their kids up from the church nursery. I can totally see all Liberty-created couples being the church nursery type. Anyways, (I'm off topic) I observed some things that I will rant about now.
* Numero Uno: What is guys idiot problem that they only like preppy girls? Whether the guy is preppy, bandy or anything inbetween, he will undoubtedly go for the pukey preppy girl.
* Numero Dos: Why do guys always go for the short girls?
* Numero Tres: Why do they all wear red or white baseball hats?
* Numero Cuatro: What is their problem with just being friends?? They really don't think it is possible. They get all freaked out when a girl even looks in their direction and think that she wants to go out with him or marry him or tie him down or something.
* Numero Cinco: Why are they all so short? And preppy?
Hmm... well, I think that is it. I'm not mad. I just wanted to rant. Bye now.

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Bored ... again

My avid readers may have noticed that I have posted everyday for 3 days straight. Do you know why? BECAUSE I GO TO LIBERTY! Their little slogan is "Liberty Means Freedom". (How redundant), but it should really be "Liberty Means Boredom". Have you ever been so bored you seriously think you might go crazy? I have, many a time, and so has Angela. You see, we live in the bustling metropolis of Delaware, Ohio. There is so much to do there, we can't ever decide what to do, so we just sit at home. I'm serious. No, we don't sit at home cuz there is nothing to do. Where did you hear that? But Lynchburg is worse. I don't even have Angela to sit and be bored with. At least we are funny, so we can sit around and laugh together. Here, no one "gets" what I think is funny, so it's just not as cool. Next point. Have you ever looked ahead to a point down in the future and wanted it to come so freakin' bad that you thought you were going to lose it? I have. Like I did today. And yesterday. And Friday. That point is the twentieth day of November of the year two thousand and four. On that beautiful, wonderful day, I will leave Liberty and go HOME! Now, I will get to be home for a week, and then I must come back here to jail. BUT - I will only have to stay here 2 or 3 weeks and then ... drumroll, please ... I go home for a month!!!!! They will have to drag me out of the house, and push my car down the driveway to make me come back here after that. I need a concert so bad. A good one. With Angela. She is my concert buddy and no one else is, even though many people try to be. I won't name names. Wanna read some great lyrics? Ones I swear I wrote, even though I didn't? Here ya go:
Every Friday at three
shadows escape from the factory.
If you can go to the show,
hurry up and get back to me.
Tonight we meet underground
where the air is thick like mud,
and the bands make noise
that we call audio blood.
Every weekend we're ignighting
like chemical fires.
Youth centers fill with teens.
They fill with vampires.
Sweating in the dark we're freed
as the weight of the week
falls away with a thud.
Sweating in the dark we feed
on the forms in the light;
on the floor we're the flood.
We bleed, we bleed, we bleed
audio blood.
And through the week,
whispers follow the shadows down the halls.
Our handstamps fade,
and I cringe at the stupid names we're called.
Every weekend we are massing,
seeking sonic escape.
The shadows flood the floor
and start to take shape.
This is how we bleed in audio...
let down your skin,
let the wind blow through your veins.
That's Audio Blood, by The Matches. Vocals by my very own Adrian. I'm glad nobody reads this. They'd think I was crazy. But I'm not. I swear. I'm just really bored. I guess I should at least have something to say when I post on here, but now would that be fun? Probably. I will try to have a semi-deep point next time I write. I promise...

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Saturday, October 16, 2004

Where is he?!?!

Oh where, oh where has my bandy boy gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his hair cut long and his face all pierced
Oh where, oh where can he be?
Oh where, oh where has my bandy boy gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his thin body frame and his bandy clothes?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
By: Me and Bethany

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Hug a Tom Week

Angela's blog is so funny compared to mine, it inspired me to be more quirky. Ah, yes, go to Ang's at sincerelies.blogspot.com. Oh, what do you say? What cd am I listening to now? Of course, it is the ~*free*~ sampler from the Plain White T's and some unknown but great band Dynamite Boy. FAB. That is all I have to say. It's a great word that I am bringing back into style. The funness of this past weekend is unreal. If you don't want to be Julian or Adrian (if you are a guy) or marry them (both) (if you are a girl), you are not anywhere near cool. OH - I love My Only One!! What a great song! Go and buy the PWT's new album when it comes out. You will not be disappointed, I assure you. Ok, rather than trying to rephrase the rules to the newest government issued holiday, I will simply copy and paste them :
Boost His Over-Indulgent Ego!
Introducing..... Hug A Tom Week! That's right folks, now every year, between October 10th-16th, you have a whole week to find someone named Tom and hug them! You get extra points for hugging more than one Tom or for dancing with him. And dancing with more than one Tom is certainly commendable indeed. Sorry I told you a bit late this year, with only 3 days left to hug a Tom. Celebrate the week while ya can! Let me know when you've celebrated. So far only me, Crystal, and Bethany have any points for hugging Toms, with Crystal getting extra points for hugging the same Tom twice, and dancing with him once. The race is on!
Yeah, I know it's over tomarrow, so HURRY UP! I'm winning, so you better get yout butt off the chair and go find a frickin' Tom! Go write it on your calender, like I'm about to do.
I went to see the movie Cellular tonite. Go see it. It's so good. Very suspenseful. A real nail biter. I'm not kidding. My nails are gone. For real.
Ahh, I love October 8-11. Those were some great days. I love the Newport. I hate Lynchburg. I love rock bands, especially ones like the ones I saw. Ones with lead singers w/ great moves and no shoes, or blonde and brown mohawks that are short and long. Wow, I'm getting tired. Not making any sense.
Kittencat! Everyone start calling kittens "kittencats". It's cooler and MUCH more fun to say. So, the wise word of the day from Crystal is that sporks from Burger King are the best.

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Another Day, Another Random Topic

So, do you know what the arrector pili is? Take a wild guess. It is the muscle that makes you hair stand up when you are scared or get goosebumps. Even though I'm studying for psych, my roomate is studying for biology and I think I'm learning more about her stuff than mine. Wow... I am so bored. Listen up, all you pre-college kids, it's all a lie. All those people who tell you college is the "best years of your life" are lying. It's boring. All work, no fun. Well maybe there would be fun if I lived in a big city (or at least one with more than just a mall and a dollar theatre) and if I'd meet people who were more fun. Not saying my roomates aren't fun, but ... I NEED my punk rockish music people. I NEED concerts. The music scene is so much better in Ohio than here. Who would think anything was better in Ohio? But it is the place for concerts. There is always some show going on somewhere. And there are good venues. Ahh, how I love the Newport. A dirty dirt hole, but still the best. Hey, let me tell you all (like there is anybody reading this except Angela) that if you haven't heard of the Academy Is or The Matches, you are missing out. Well, maybe not if you haven't heard them, but if you haven't seen them. Their lead singers ("Julian" and "Adrian", who are really called William and Shawn) are mesmerizing. FAB. Julian's moves are ... ahh, there are no words. He is like a mix of Mick Jagger, Christian Blindside and Stephen Anberlin. And he was barefoot!! And Adrian ... he is so amazing looking. Best style I've ever seen. He must come to Liberty with me. I would love to see the looks on peoples faces if I was with him. He is the coolest thing on the face of the earth. Well maybe not. But he had a lace glove! Ahh ... I need to marry a rock star so I can live on the road and get to know all these fab rocker types. How great my life would be... Then I wouldn't have to go to college. And I would never ever be bored again.

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