Burning Fire

What a thoroughly weird year.
It started out with me at Liberty. Shelley and Heidi had just moved out, and Laura had just moved in. I had high hopes when I found out I'd be having GNED with Bryan Nance. I ended up in a great easy math class, which resulted in the whole "Mr. Magic" thing. Laura and I were in and out of each other's room- complaining or trying to mantain our sanity - every 5 seconds. The most depressing Easter ever happened. Then I left Liberty in a mix of unexpected sadness and relief.
Weird to think I was still in J-Fal's Jail earlier this year.
Then I came home and worked 40 hours a week at Subway all summer. Me and Angela did none of the typical summer things that we normally do : stay up late, watch tons of Seinfeld and David Letterman, go to tons of shows, go swimming, go on a missions trip, go to OE. It was very, very uneventful. The weirdness with The Kid, too.
Then began Nashville. And that's a blog in it's own!!!! All the craziness and fun and late nights and laughs... and the long list of characters that have played into all that!
So now, here I am. Waiting to go back to this fab city, that I can finally call home, after years of wanting to! Ready to start a great year. I just know it. Haven't been able to say that ... ever, I think! A whole year in Nashville!! Summer included! AHH!!! I'm gonna love 2006!

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Angela's staying with me in NashVegas this summer!! What a great 3 months ahead. Talk about fun. The two coolest people on earth (shy of The Glimmer Twins, but then again, we are just our version of them...) in and ubercool city. All summer.
WOO HOO!
Let's make it June right now!

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"When Cameron was in Egypt's land
Let my Cameron go."
A Ferris Bueller night.
"I'll have a 6-inch BMT on white."
A Subway day.
"What child is this
Who laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping."
A Plus One Christmas
"It's going to be cold and in the 30's today."
A hot bath for me.

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I am not a chauffer. And I am not a nanny. Or an errand-runner.
But as soon as I'm home, that's all they think I am. I'm going to lose it. For multiple reasons. How did I survive here for 19 years? I think it's, perhaps, because even though you know it's terrible here, you don't even realize how terrible until you live some real life. And, man, is it good.
Also, I have limited my time here to January 5. Because Laura is coming to Cincinnati to see her uncle and invited me to stay w/ them for a couple days. WOO HOO!

I am slowly going crazy. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 switch. Crazy going slowly am I. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 switch.

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1. Make scarves
2. Write Christmas cards to everyone I know
3. Listen to every record Dad owns (ok, so that would take like 5 years, but I mayaswell start)
4. Work (Eeeee)
5. Go Xmas shopping

Umm, that's all I can think of. Of course, talking with Angela about the "excruciating menutia of every single daily event" is a given :)
"Like the other day, I was at the bank and the teller gives me this look like..."

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3 and 1/2 weeks.
Of Delawanada.
How will I survive?
I want to kidnap Angela and just run back to Nashville.
And I've only been here for 2 hours.
Actually, I haven't even seen Angela yet.
I miss/will miss:
- Batman
- Katelin
- Places to go 24/7
- Babes
- BETHEL! And Jason Perry
- All the phrases that we use that no one here will get (see below)
1. The word "babe"
2. Adding "a-rino" and "Not to be confused with Cappolino!" onto things
3. "Have you seen {insert person/thing here} lately?!?"
4. The Tootsie Roll
5. "Dollar General 'effing Market!!!"
6. "Pin me DOWN"
7. Using "ITN"
Has anyone ever complained this much about a month long break?? Sorry, I'll try to be more optimistic about this town where the world has seemingly come to a halt.

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Do you know why it's Blog Time? Because I am BORED! And there is nothing else to do! I feel like filling out one of those gay internet survey things. Who knows why. But since there is not one in my email inbox at the moment, I shall make my own up. And it will consist of weird, interesting questions. Not the normal "Who was the last person you hugged?" ones. So, here we go.
Last song listened to: (I know, you think I've failed already at interesting questions, but I have a good answer for this one) "Night Fever" by The Bee Gees!
Last babe you saw: THE Jason Perry
Worst abbreviation you've thought up: PJ, for Phil Joel
Last thing I laughed over: Katelin writing Ben on my Running List of Babes (keep in mind, CyberReaders, that Ben is/was fat, balding, over 30 and in a sweater)
Reason you're not in the shower: I'm too tired to stand up that long
When did you last dance like an idiot around the room: A couple hours ago, to "Somebody Told Me" by The Killers! heehee
Last person you saw who "Didn't say the sacraments!": JIMMY WAYNE!!! HEEEHEE!! Actually not, but I did see him this morning.
Random person you miss: Lonnie
Who does the best "woo hoo": Michael Jackson!
Who did worship at your church this morning: The Katinas
Why do you hate Cornerstone: Because it's a cult!

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"I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade"

"All you need is love, love
Love is all you need"

"The wild and windy night that the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears crying for the day
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way
Many times I've been alone and many times I've cried"

"Please come on back to me
I'm lonely as can be
I need you"

"Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more"

"When the world asks you to accept the unacceptable, all you can do is play music. All you can do is rock. And then, we played 'Twist and Shout." -- Max Weinberg, drummer, Bruce Springstreen and the E Street band; Max Weinberg Seven
I think that's what you would want, John. We'll just play the music.
I love you.

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"I need somebody. Not just anybody..."
My Beatles records (and by records, I really mean records, not cd's) are my most treasured possessions. There is just so much history and life and love in them!! I got them all used, so they are well loved. When I listen to them, I love to look at the sleeves and think about how some kid - I prefer to picture an about 16-yr-old girl with a mod haircut, a little mod dress, a ton of black eyeliner and white eyeshadow and lipstick - back in '65 went to the store and bought this album, when it was new. And then came home and put it on her record player and stared at the same pictures I'm staring at, dreaming about marrying Paul (or whoever her fancy was). Or at least seeing him on their next tour. Or tv appearance. It's just so odd to me that that was modern at some point in time. Cuz all I've ever known of it was the past, the past that I only dream about being reality.
When I start thinking like this, I get inconsolably sad. Because those days are gone. GONE. Past. Never to ever return. John is gone. George is gone. Paul is old. Ad nobody's heard from Ringo in ages. The Beatles are no more. That era is no more. It'll never come back. And I missed it. All I can do is pretend. But I can help keep it alive, by listening to the records, watching the tapes, singing the songs, wearing the clothes that are now only sold in "vintage" stores.
So, sing a Beatles song and help keep them alive forever.

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