Burning Fire

So, Angela and I are headed out the door to go to Bethany's New Year's Eve Party and I realize: my mom accidently took the keys to the car I was going to drive. What that means for me: no car, no party, just me and Ang sitting here alone. It is quite depressing. A New Year's I will (not) remember. I suppose we shouild try to make the best of it. I think I'll break out the bubbly.

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Sorry about yesterday's angsty post. I was just sad, basically, because Julian did not seem to adore me as I do him. That's what it boils down to. I feel like writing but I have nothing to say. Ang and I went to Steak 'n' Shake at 2 am and got home at like 4. It was just like old times (Hehe ... like that was so long ago). Trev was there and it was good to see him. He was being very funny and I wish we could be friends outside of the restaurant. Do you ever meet people that you know, if you had met in a different context, you would be friends? But because of where you met them, and the roles you each have in that place, you are confined to being acquaintences. That is always sad. I wish it didn't have to be like that.

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Do you ever have this image of someone in your head, and they are just so wonderful. Then something happens and you realize that they never were, or probably never will be, that person? Thus is what happened to me and Angela last night. (I don' think that "thus" fit in there, but it sounded fancy and dramatic, so I wanted to say it). Julian does not exist, and unfortunetly William does and he is not what we thought Julian would be. Julian was this wonderful, artsy, beautiful, deep person, but William is just a normal guy, who (I hate to say it) isn't really that cool. {Note: I just realized that, if you don't know the whole Julian/William story, I sound absolutely insane. I'm not. Really. So here is the short version: Julian's real name is William, but we didn't know that when we first met him and he makes a perfect Julian, so we started calling him that and it just stuck.} It is quite depressing, because Ang and I were so psyched when we first met him, because we thought people like him really didn't exist. But now we are assured, that ... they don't. I mean, we still love him to death - our theory is that the first Julian is the real one and that he is just selling out to be what everyone else wants him to be and that is the Wiliiam we got last night. Why I am writing all this, I have to idea, because, even if anyone does read this (which they don't), they will have no clue what I'm talking about. Point I'm trying I'm trying to make: It's depressing to find out someone is not who you thought they were. Other things? *I believe Adam has ADD. *The Butcher Bishop is cool and sitting on the radiator w/ him was nice 'n' warm. *Isn't being a vegetarian butcher kind of an oxymoron? *Julian and Adam remembered me, which I thought wouldn't happen. *We weren't chummy enuf to get on the guest list for the FOB show; frankly, I don't really care as much as I thought I would. *Should you draw on people you don't really know (coughAdamcough)? and last but certainly not least *WHY DO GUYS LIKE ANNOYING, CLINGY, SKANKILY-DRESSED, GIGGILY, FLIRTY GIRLS!?!?!?!?!?!? Are there ANY guys left out there that would prefer an intelligent girl w/ a good head on her shoulders, whose talents are more than flirting, vocabulary is more than giggling, "oh my gosh!" and "like" and who isn't hanging out of her much to small clothes? I should hope so, or I am doomed. Didn't mean to sound so depressing ... just had to vent (again)(as if all the way home from Cleveland last night wasn't enough)

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HOME! I am HOME! Who would have every thought I'd be this excited about being in Ohio? But after 8 hours in a car w/ no heat, and it snowing outside, I'm just excited about being warm. No matter where I am. I thought I was going to get hypothermia. So, I am *free* from the enslaving chains of The Penitentiary (aka Liberty University) for a whole month! AHH!!! No roomates (which I really do like - most of the time), no dining hall, no curfew, no dress code, no walking up a freaking hill just to get to my car, no parking in the pit ... it's a beautiful thing. Anyways, guess what gorgeous face I will be seeing in less than 48 hours?!?!? JULIAN! Yes, it is true: Angela and I will be in the presence of one, if not THE, most beautiful people on planet earth on Friday. The Academy Is playing in Cleveland and I am beyond psyched about it. No shoes ("no gas, three weeks have passed these lips..." Sorry, that made me think of that song!), triangle eyes, the moves ... I CANNOT wait! I hope he (and Adam) are as chummy w/ me this time as last time - that was just too fun. Chummy enough to get us into the sold out FOB show on the 28th ... is it possible? Probably not, but I like to dream, thank you.
One last note: I wish I knew someone named Paul so I could call him "Paul Baby"

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"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind."

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Your Icecream Flavour is... French Vanilla!

You're a smooth and silky suave type! You exude class and you believe in tradition. A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!

What is your Icecream Flavour?
Find out at Go Quiz

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I read this today from Oscar Wilde, whose writing I simply adore, but whose life ... well, he wasn't such a good guy.

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Here are the pictures I promised! Y'all better leave comments, because you know how much I love comments!! (Wow, I've been in VA for too long ... I'm even typing "y'all"... I need to go home) http://www.msnusers.com/PixfromShows/shoebox.msnw

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What a happy girl I am! Yesterday at this time, I was seeing Stephen. And that is enuf to make me smile for a week. Me, Shelley and Heidi to Greensboro, NC (ok, so I went to Greensboro and dragged them along) to see Anberlin last nite. I love those guys (well, not Smokey or Smokey Bass, don't know about the new guy yet) to death. I love their music. I love how ... wait, rather than doing that, I will make a list. (Ahh, I just love lists!)
I love how:
* Happy Stephen always is (he's Lonnie, only dark!)
* Tall Nate is
* Skinny Nate is
* "Straight" Nate is (Ang, you know what I mean!)
* Stephen jumps w/ the mic stand (even though he didn't do it last nite)
* Nate wears girls jeans
* Good Smokey is at the guitar
* Stephen says "Red-a-fuels"
* The merch guy gave me free pins
* I am the only one who thinks that Stephen is the sexiest thing on earth
* There was, like, no one at the show
* Adorable it was when Stephen thanked me for singing along
* Nobody knows about them
* Nice Lucas (?) from The Kick was to me
* I said I was getting the yellow shirt, before Lucas showed me he had one on (so, he realized that I had good taste, and that I was just plain cool)
* I saw a kid w/ a The Academy Is shirt on (wait, I kinda don't love that, cuz I don't want anyone else to know about them)
* They have Steak 'n' Shake in North Carolina
But, as much as it pains me to say it, there were somethings that I did not like. Here is another list! Yay!
I don't love how:
* We got lost on our way there and it took us like 3 hrs.
* Stephen didn't do "the shoulders"
* Short their set was
* They didn't do Autobahn
* Mean Smokey Bass is
* Skanky girls talk to them
* Stephen didn't beg me to marry him, right then and there ( j/k!!! Hehe...no, I am not one of those psycho girls, really!)
* How my heat didn't work all the way back to Lynchburg
* Jimmy isn't really in the bang
* Tight The Kick's pants were
* DLD's lead singer wasn't Anti Anti Anti (I swear!)
* Nate said "See ya later!" when I know we won't (that is just too sad)
* There wasn't an afterparty when they said there would be
* Angela wasn't there
Great time. CANNOT wait to see them again. New album: February 1, 2005. CANNOT wait for that. AHHH!!! I am so happy!

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Being artsy w/ Nate from Anberlin after the show.....

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I hate Brandon. Period. Not that he was all that great to begin with. I didn't like him like that anyways. But he was bandy and I'm a sucker for bandiness, especially lip ringed bandiness, so I thought 'Hey, I'll go out with him a time or two, and maybe he'll grow on me.' (I mean, it is kinda flattering that a guy would want to drive 3 1/2 hrs. to see you, admit it.) So I really shouldn't care, since I didn't even like him, but I am just mad. I am not putting details up here, since anyone and their brother could stumble across this. Lets just say, when he found out I'm not easy, he lost interest. So instead of coming to Roanoke to hang w/ me, he's going somewhere else to hang w/ Stephanie, whoever that ho is. "Men are rats. They're fleas on rats. They're amoebas on fleas on rats." Right on, Frenchie.

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Ok, so I had the funniest, most random, dream last nite, I had to write it in here so y'all can laugh with me. So I was at a Fall Out Boy concert and the, for some reason, played first. But only 2 slow songs and then they were going to come back out later to play their real set. Anberlin was supposed to be playing too. So when FOB is done, I realize I only have 3 pics left on my role of film (strange, cuz that is actually true in real life) so I say to whoever is with me that I'm running to the store real fast to get more film. So I leave and literally run to Krogers and I'm all trying to find film, but nobody knows where it is. I guess I leave, cuz *poof* I'm instantly back at the venue (which is some pretty cool dark little club, I wish it was real). And I realize that somebody stole my purse. I finally find it and everything is there, but my money is gone. Then I realize that there is someone elses money in it. And it's a lots. Like there were alotta 100's. So, for some reason, I start looking on the past calls list on my phone and there are like 10 calls to the same number and I assume that it is the guy that stole my purse. So I'm about to call it and this big dumb guy comes outta no where and tries to stop me. Right behind him is the guy who stole my purse. He is all mean and trying to beat me up. I keep hitting him, but not hard enuf to so anything, so he starts to get mad and won't let go of me and is going to beat me up. Then, right when I think it's all over for me, David Douglas comes outta nowhere and socks this guy hard right in the face and I am saved. The End. Isn't that funny?? Relient K wasn't even playing! Where did Davey Douglas come from?!?! I thought it was random and very funny. Just picture it...

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So I was thinking ... guys here aren't normal. Here is the ideal Liberty Date. He picks you up in front of your dorm (cuz he can't go in) in his pimped out light blue Neon. Then he takes you to the dollar theatre to see one of the G or PG movies. Then he says "Lets go to dinner - oh, but do you have your Liberty card with you?" You realize that when he says dinner, he means the dining hall. And then he takes you to campus church, where you sit uncomfortably in hard chairs with absolutely no leg room for anyone over 5 feet tall. Then you have to walk a mile back to the pit to the car (cuz he doesn't have a good enuf parking sticker to park by Vines). He drives you your dorm and, he can't give you a goodnight kiss, so he shakes your hand. "I had a good time" he says, "but you don't have the exact qualities I'm looking for in a wife, so I don't think we should see each other again. Actually, I don't think we should even talk anymore. If we pass in the tunnel, we don't know each other." The End.

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