Burning Fire

I HATE LIBERTY.
AND EVERYTHING THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.
If their mission here is to drive their students into an insane asylum, well then I give 'em credit. They're doing a fantastic job. Ever since I came here, things have gone nothing but wrong, there has been way too much drama and I have gotten meaner and meaner.
I HATE LIBERTY.
P.S. Yes, my Easter did live up to every one of it's depressing expectations.

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I am beyond depressed because Easter is in less than one hour and I am 500 miles away from home, with roomates who are driving me crazy, no money and going to some random church on Easter Sunday. Also, I buy food with the little money I do have for us to have a nice Easter dinner, so it's kind of like home, and everybody decides they are going somewhere else to eat. I am telling you thisj so you all can feel sorry for me tomarrow, as I cry, eat Easter dinner and open my Easter basket from home alone in my apartment. Heck, I'm about to cry right now just thinking about it.
Here are things I hate:
*Liberty, a Christian college, who doesn't give us Good Friday off and schedules Spring Break the week before Easter, so we are back here at school on Easter
*Pyscho girls with sideburns who want to take me to court even though I gave her the money for her car
*Girls who leave their friends alone on Easter because their boyfriends tell them (the day before) that they have to go eat at some other persons house and instead of saying "No, I already have plans" just go along with it cuz they "don't wanna start anything"
Here are some things all girls should believe:
*You do not have to do what your boyfriend tells you to
*You shouldn't act like you are married when you aren't
*You should never go out with a guy who is rude to your friends, but is all over you, when you guys all go out together
(Can you tell I'm a little ticked off?)
*You should never ditch your girls - who are alone on Easter! - just to please your stupid, annoying, immature, obnoxious boyfriend
*You should be independant

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Just thinking about how much I love ...  

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Love that song. Love The Matches period.
Anyways, change of subject. Everyone pray for Tattoo Sleeves (aka Chad) from my history class. Our lacrosse team here had a bad car accident w/ an 18-wheeler over Spring Break. Everyone lived, but he is still in the hospital w/ broken leg (and unattached...well, now it attached again), back and jaw. So, your prayers are much appreciated.
48 days till Summer Break. I love May 11.

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Yay for St. Patty's Day!! Not only did I get to hang w/ Krista, Christina and Shelley - who I haven't seen in forever - we went to the St. Patrick's Day bash at Long Street Live and danced all night. It was so fun! I miss hangin' out w/ those girls. But yeah, I think we're hooked now and I have a feeling we'll be doing a lot more of that this summer :)

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Last nite, of which I cannot relate the most intricate details, Angela and I went to a secret fellowship of like minds at the Shoppe of Grogs. The leaders of our meeting wore Natural Unadorned Tunics. We levitated in the air at 300 decibals. Before the sacred ritual, we had to suffer through 3 shticks of unmellifulous bedlam. Then, those wearers of Natural Unadorned Tunics rose to the front of the crowd at last. Mot cut his hair and had a really ugly sweatshirt on. Mit looked as though he had been listening to Britney Spears during his break at his summer job at Abercromie and Fitch (in the mall). Ekim has gotten very rotund also. By the end of the soiree we had boogied down, recieved embrasos from Mot and the whole evening was of much enjoyment.

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Simple.Beauty. 

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Kissey Faces! 

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I love Ohio. Yes, I know that sounds crazy. But it is true. Right now, at least. Not only am I HOME, which is wonderful, but last night was so stinkin' good, it's unreal. Here is the account of The Academy Is' show:
5:30 - 6:45ish: Almost freezing to death while waiting in line, outside the Newport, as it snows, with only a tank top on. Yes, it was crazy, but no, not as crazy as the girls in front of us w/ only spaghetti strap shirts on.
7:30 - 11ish: Gym Class Heros, The Academy Is, Midtown and Fall Out Boy play. Shows are good, of course, TAI's is the best, but the crowd sucks. Since when do you - instead of moshing or jumping - just push each other around, thru the whole show?
Sometime after 11: Finally meet the elusive Willie Guy, who is so nice and smiley! Talk to Adam - who I can't stand. I like him less and less every time I talk to him. Why does he have to be so "I'm don't want to talk to you and I'm cooler than you, but I'm only a stinkin' high schooler"? But despite his weirdness, he still remembered me and where we'd met, "Cleveland, right?", and gave me hugs. I don't get it. Then, talk to The Butcher Bishop - who I like more every time I talk to him. He is so nice and funny. He giggles. Lol. He remembers me too and what venue we'd met at! How he did that is beyond me. Do you know how many people they meet? They must have super-power memories. (It's been 2 1/2 months since I've seen them!)
11:30ish, The Best Time: Security starts kickin' people out who don't have after-show passes. So, we book it over to Julian, but there are some other girls around him. He looks past them at me and gets this big smile on his face ... "Hey!! How are you?!?" and gives me this great, long hug. AHH! I thought I'd fall over. So we chat for a while, he signs our (ok, his) new wonderful cd's and we're gonna get pics together ("Yes, we should do that."). I say we have to be creative in the picture and he says "Let's do kissey faces!" Yeah! Kissey faces!" like he is the first, most creative person to ever think that up. It was funny. So, once again, I have a pic w/ him and a kissey face :) We chat a little more and they we have to go ... "Bye, nice to see you again!" It was FAB. He was back to old Julian, no more William. (Hehe...) I love that guy to death! Look out for pictures ... they are coming soooooooon!

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I got to talk to Kat and Matt all in one day!! It made me very happy, but very very sad, because I miss them lots and lots. So, I am finally moving to Nashville, right? And I'm excited, among other reasons, because me and Matt can hang out. He moved to Los Angeles. California. Other side of country. So, I am sad about that. And I am sad cuz they are all going on Brio this summer and I am not. "We'll miss you". (Who is "we" again? Hehe) So I am:
Sad -- about that
Stressed -- about my history test that I will fail
Worried -- about my car making it home on Thurs.
Excited -- about spring break

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There I was. Sitting (ok, standing) at a Delirious concert, not somewhere I was completely stoked to be, but oh well. Their songs, and show, were all kind of drawn out, and my mind wandered various places during the show.
1. Who am I going to go see AA/TobyMac/Kutless/Hawk Nelson with? I want to go so bad, but not by myself, or with anybody here. Laura? Megan? Kate? No, they won't wanna go. Who?? I have to go! Ahhh!! I wish Ang was here.
2. Crap, I only have till April 15 (the end of gned) to talk to Bryan Nance! How in the heck am I gonna do it? I have my great line "Hey, you're in my gned class, aren't you?" if I see him again, but it would have to be outside of class. And that is just sheer luck. I am so dumb...I have wasted this year.
3. Ugh, I have to study for my history test tomarrow. What a crappy Sunday. I'm gonna fail regardless of whether I study or not.
4. Oh, this song, and the last one, and the other one all remind me so much of O.E! What good times! I miss O.E. It was so much funner when you were younger though. Too bad.
5. Why is this almost-emo boy behind me with such a preppy girl? It's gross. And why won't the girl with the huge nose in front of me let got of her boyfriend's arm for just one second? She's been hanging on him like a little kid the whole time!
And then, unknowingly, I turned to Lauralynn (the girl I went w/) to say how much I loved this song (Deeper) and how it reminded me of good ol' summer camp. As I turn, I look at the row of people behind me. OH. There he is. He wasn't there earlier! How long has he been there? Have I done anything dumb? I hope not. So, I there I am, armed with my great line, my favorite tie, my ultral-cool red fingerless glove and a crap load of confidence (I mean, the poor boy was wearing a white thermal underwear shirt!) The target: Mr. Bryan Nance, Jr.
So, he definetly saw me, there was eye contact. Good, I think. As soon as the show is done and we're making our way towards the aisle, I can casually catch his eye and be like "Hey! ..." It's simple. The line is perfect. I look cooler than him again. I swear, this is fate. There he is again, right behind me, when there is a huge room in which he could have sat anywhere. It's meant to be, I think. We are going to be the best of friends.
I'm dying for the show to be done know. Come on, come on! No! Not one more song! No encore! But, wait, I turn around ... he has disappeared as suddenly as he arrived. Where the heck did he go? He should be right back. I mean, I had the LINE, darn it!
But my wishing was to no avail. He never came back. We slowly make our way to the aisle, as I subtly but ferverishly search the crowd for that unmistakably dinosaury face. No luck. We are going out the door now, it's over. No more chances.
What??? No! He is going in as everybody else comes pouring out! He walks right past me and, If I might add, there was very good eye contact. And that is it. I come back here, he ... I don't know.
So much for fate. So much for tonite being the beginning of our bandy best friendship. But, see, it was his fault this time, not mine, like it was at Goodwill. He shouldn't have left. Doesn't he realize that not only my, but his, destiny rests on him talking to me? Conversation with me could alter the course of his life. Man, I should be a drama writer. I have turned this little un-event into a soap opera! Hehe, it was funny, though :) Admit it.

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7 days till Julian
6 days till home
5 days till the gned test that I will pass
4 days till the history test that I will fail
3 days till I talk to the insurance agent and get the annoying sideburns girl to shut up
And I don't have anything else for 2 or 1

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It amazes me how spoiled rotten the majority of people are. Maybe it's just because I'm at a private (expensive) school, that I am only at because of a nice, fat loan, but these people are freaking spoiled brats. And the worst part is, they don't even realize it.
"Oh, we're not rich."
"No, my family doesn't have money."
"But I've never gone without. I've never wanted anything and not gotten it." (Honey, you don't even know what 'going w/o' is...)
This is the conversation I just heard between 2 of my roomates, which absolutely sickened me:
"Come tanning with us."
"I don't have any money."
"Oh, just charge it."
"I can't. My dad told my mommy to stop paying off my credit card bills."
ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? You are 19 years old, with a job, buy designer clothes/purses and your parents pay your credit card bills? It's positively sickening. That is the only word I can use to describe it. I can honestly say, I am GLAD, heck, even blessed, that my family really doesn't have money. These girls will never appreciate anything. They get, and expect to get, everything handed to them. Don't get me wrong, my family isn't broke. We aren't po'. But, Ang, remember that time (ok, so it was like 10 yrs. ago) that we were absolutely thrilled because we could go out to ice cream, because we hadn't done or bought anything just for fun in so long? I can guarantee you they've never had that kinda happiness. The happiness that comes after you've gone without for so long. I can absolutely convinced that you cannot appreciate what you have until you haven't had. I feel sorry for those who grew up rich and have never known anything else. I'm glad that I did not grow up getting everything I wanted. I'm glad I didn't get a new car for my 16th birthday. I'm glad my parents don't send me "allowance" every month. I'm glad my parents aren't paying for me to go to college. Maybe this is all sounding crazy. The rich may have it easy, but they don't appreciate it, especially not the little things.

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