Highschoolers, Short Pants, and Crowdsurfing

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My back and neck feel like I’ve been wailing on C and D in [insert Nintendo Game Name here] for 36 hours straight. Apparently having blue hair and red eyebrows make girls act completely differently toward you. So the concert lasted, oh say, 3 hours. Throughout the entire thing, no matter where I managed to “migrate” to in the crowd–migrate, as in, go where the crowd pushes you–I would always, always end up in the middle of a bunch of highschool age girls.

And every…single….time…I would get tapped on the shoulder, and some young 17ishyearold would look at me with bright, shining, pleading eyes. Sweat glistening on her forhead, she’d stare up at me, extend one finger first at me, then at herself, then up in the air. And I, trying to ignore the fact that I was touching a 17ishyearold where I…in what I like to refer to as Real Life (RL)…shouldn’t, I’d wrap my arms around her…uh…waist…and hoist her onto the tops of the multitude of people in front of me. Remember the groups of highschoolers I mentioned? Yeah. It was a floodgate. First one, then eight. After…oh what’s the word to use…what can only be considered in RL as “molesting” 35 of these girls, I lost count. I’d get a little twinge in my back and neck everytime I would feel someone launch themselves at my back. I dreaded that stupid little finger.

Don’t get me wrong, it started out being completely awesome! Wrapping my arms around 100pound girls, and summarily tossing them 50 feet into the air has a certain degree of entertainment to it. But…yeah…then I kinda began to realize that I wasn’t seeing too many Armbands around any of those wrists…and it just became…icky…

So…yeah…blue hair and red eyebrows…overall, definately worth the experience. I will not, however, go into any more detail as to exact events that transpired at said concert because, in true Road Trip fashion, what happens on The Mile, stays on The Mile. At least, not until C or D break the seal first.

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Alyssa <4 March 2004)> (11:31:44 AM): I love you 😀
Ha! I’m priceless.

Death to C for claiming dibs on first post

Best. Concert. Ever.

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How else can I describe it? The opening band didn’t suck for a change. Both headlining bands opened with my favorite songs. Yellowcard – Believe and Something Corporate – Hurricane. The energy of the crowd was absolutely amazing, especially during Yellowcard’s hour set. They covered Nirvana, they played old stuff, they played new stuff. Something Corporate covered Bittersweet Symphony (The Verve) and Hey Ya (Outkast). They played 21 and Invincible for me (well, not really). Seriously. Best concert I’ve ever.

My teeth hurt.

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My teeth hurt. It’s a really weird experience, and I can’t really explain it more than that.

Sometimes I wish people would call me Dude. Or Duder. Or El Duderino. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have to have a reason. I tried to steal D’s pizza while he was on the phone. I threw a dorito at him in hopes to distract him further, that I might make a quick getaway and enjoy my pizzaliscious victory. He divebombed me though. Fartknocker.

I was in the middle of class today. Not paying attention. Daydreaming of little furry people living in the magical forest-that-is-C’s-ear-hair that speak some made up language like Shooshy or Frumptyfroodenwuffer. I totally lost where I was going with this. Anyhoo, I was reflecting on my experiences thus far in college, and I came to realize how truly deprived I really am. Oh! And speaking of chinese people, a few weeks ago, I got tired of hearing these three little bells on the girls’ door across from us. So I stole em, and attached em to my name. The bells, not the girls. Although that would have been cool. ‘Cause their hot. Anyway. Enter present day. I come home from weekendathome, and I find three (to their credit, new) tamp**s hanging in place of my cute little Bells! I had even named ’em!

So! Having said that, I am open to suggestions on revenge tactics! Any reccomendations may be sent to Ishamael@commonexception.com

And I’m sorry C, but my speakers still kick the spinal cord out of yours. Nubi.

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Ann (5 April 2004) – (9:26:33 PM): nope, your cool
Hell yeah I am.

Driving & Stalling

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I’ve had too much time to think lately. It’s all the driving I’ve done in the last week and a half. Sometimes it’s a truly great escape, but lately it’s been more of a curse. Especially when it ends up costing me in the range of $200 for a statute I didn’t even violate in a state I will rarely (if ever) visit again. Of course, when I drive I listen to music, and when I listen to music and drive, my mind tends to wander over all the things in my life and even some things in other people’s. As much as I hate to admit it, coming back to school is probably good for me because being busy again will give me an opportunity to shut out all those thoughts that have been constantly running through my head. It might allow me to actually make some decisions about some things in my life instead of just constantly going over the possibilities.

I’ve fallen into a very bad habit of staying up too late. Call it voluntary insomnia. I don’t feel tired when it’s time to go to bed so I stay up. But do I actually do anything? Not really. Somehow I’ve gotten really good at wasting time when I’m avoiding sleep. What is it that I’m afraid of anyway? It’s not my dreams; I usually don’t remember them anyway. It’s not that I won’t be able to sleep once I lay down in my bed; I almost always fall asleep within minutes. I think it’s the fact that I know when I wake up in the morning, everything in my life will be right there waiting for me, just where I left it. For some reason that thought hasn’t been very comforting lately. And yet, eventually my eyelids get heavy, and I can’t put off the inevitable any longer. G’nite.

Makes Sense…

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Sometimes the only sense you can make out of life is a sense of humor… Thats been a quote I have tried to remember no matter what I go though. Life can be painful at times but if you look hard enough there is always some good to come out of it. And as J kind of said, for every pain you go through you come out stronger and wiser in the end. Let us just hope that we can learn from others pain so that we dont make the same mistakes. For those of you who have gone through the pain be sure to share what you have learned. Ok so that enough senseless rambling from this lunatic mind for tonight.

Trust me

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I offer, for your consideration a message I recieved a few days ago. Important information has been withheld to protect privacy. A great man (I think it was Shatner. Shatner rules) once said “I fear the capacity of an individual to justify his or her actions will forever amaze me.”
*pauses to let that sink in*
The message I sent to this individual, as I have done often in the past, was one of comfort and a little advice. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Note: I address this not only to the individual in question, but to everyone who has ever been in a relationship. Why does everybody, not just the individual in question, refuse to take responsibility for their actions? Why is it always someone elses fault that something went wrong in a relationship or in life? Am I really so evil, that I helped someone else realize how they really felt–or at least helped them find the gate leading to the path they had so desperately been trying to find? Wouldn’t it be far more beneficial to attempt to focus on why the relationship didn’t work, and therefore try to fix whatever fault may have been present?
Is “therefore” spelled with an “e”…?
Being engaged for a year and a half helped me to realize how to act–and more importantly, how not to act–in a relationship. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I’m glad I did. I wish, however, that more people would be willing to take me at my word, rather than having to “learn the hard way,” as I did. Through that hurt, I realized how I knew I was truly in love.
You know you are really in love when you are willing to give the One thing you love the most, more than anything else in the entire world, up for that person. Secondly, you know you are in love when you are willing to let that person go, in hopes they find someone who can treat them better than you. As far as the latter was concerned, I didn’t leave her, but I let her go and asked God to send her someone who could have been better for her. (Granted, I didn’t think it would have been possible, but that’s not the point) And as far as the former is concerned, if you ever have to give up that One thing, then you know, without a doubt, that your significant other does not love you.
To the individual in question, and the rest of you as well, I can’t say more than I already have. I don’t force my opinion on people; it’s up to you to ask me.
Don’t learn the hard way. It’s not pleasent.

Trust me.

From Fantasy to Reality

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Alabama was incredible. It couldn’t have come at a better time either. A few days on the beach with no obligations was just what I needed. Unfortunately, it couldn’t last forever.

The reality of all the things I’ve got to do in the next few weeks is crashing down around me. The one bright spot is my birthday…

…so I’m in the middle of a post and I completely lost my train of thought. And it’s all Darci’s fault. She just introduced me to a song I’ve never heard before, that just happens to be “the most freaking amazing song ever” in her words. When someone makes a statement that bold, I’ve gotta check it out. So after downloading the song, queuing it up in Winamp and listening for 1 minute, I hit the repeat button and now I’m on my third pass. At this point I really can’t argue with her statement. Konstantine by Something Corporate is just short of 10 minutes with some of the best lines i’ve ever heard all assembled in one song. I can’t even concentrate to finish this post. Go download this song. Now.

Sweeeet

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Yesterday I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it was everything I thought it could be. I could really get used to this place! If I had a real keyboard here I would post more, but since this point-n-click method takes forever I’ll keep it short. I leave you with this: “Hey, shut up, Wonka!”

Alabama, No Keyboard

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So! We’re in Alabama, on the 14th floor, and I brought everything for my computer except the freaking keyboard! Im using the annoying windows one. As such, this will be short. Here is a few pictures we have taken so far in WinRar form. Then feel free to hate us for the fun we are having!