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:o I made Amanda :lol:!? :D

time to go to the BEACH! :cool:

Fire in the hole! :bomb: Sorry, I just wanted an excuse to say that. :D

:lol: Yeah, those are fine reasons as well, but sheer pervisity drives me a lot of the time. I like being the only one awake. "The sound of loneliness makes me happier..." Gah, I've started singing already. I'm gonna be loads of fun tomorrow. I also like being goofy and making an ass of myself, which I inevitably end up doing when I'm running entirely on caffeine. :D Cos when I try to be normal, I end up vaguely depressed. ;) Another reason: it's the only time I get to watch TV w/o interruption. I guess I do have reasons other than a possible chemical imbalance for staying up. :)

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Well, the 36 hour record was when I graduated from high school. Got up early to get ready for the ceremony, stayed out all night at Disneyland, hung out at school the next day and went to the movies with my friends before passing out and sleeping for twenty hours. That was an exception. Usually I stay up for no reason. I have trouble sleeping at night, even if I'm exausted, I can't fall asleep until after dawn. :confused: It's hell when I have to go class at 8am. Now THAT is an insane hour! I know, I'm weird. :goofy:

Lovesick Blues by some dude (covered by Ryan Adams) I got a feelin' called the blu-ues, oh, Lawd Since my baby said good-bye And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo All I do is sit and sigh-igh, oh, Lawd That last long day she said good-bye Well Lawd I thought I would cry She'll do me, she'll do you, she's got that kind of lovin' Lawd, I love to hear her when she calls me Sweet dad-ad-ad-dy, such a beautiful dream I hate to think it all o-o-ver I've lost my heart it seems I've grown so used to you some- how Well, I'm nobody's sugar-daddy now And I'm lo-on-lonesome I got the Lovesick Blu-ues Well, I'm in love, I'm in love, with a beautiful gal That's what's the matter with me Well, I'm in love, I'm in love, with a beautiful gal But she don't care about me Lawd, I tried and I tried, to keep her satisfied But she just wouldn't stay So now that she is lea-eav-in' This is all I can say I got a feelin' called the blu-ues, oh, Lawd Since my baby said good-bye And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo All I do is sit and sigh-igh, oh, Lawd That last long day she said good-bye Well Lawd I thought I would cry She'll do me, she'll do you, she's got that kind of lovin' Lawd, I love to hear her when she calls me Sweet dad-ad-ad-dy, such a beautiful dream I hate to think it all o-o-ver I've lost my heart it seems I've grown so used to you some- how Well, I'm nobody's sugar-daddy now And I'm lo-on-lonesome I got the Lovesick Blu-ues

:cry: Thanks for caring. This is the first time in seven years I haven't gone to see them. :disappointed: If I was of age, I'd be stinking drunk right now. But I'm not, so, I'm going to mourn by setting a new record for myself and stay up 48 hours straight. Previous record was 36. Who needs drugs? I've already been up for 14 hours... 34 to go. *woo-hoos feebly* Ah, this is going to be interesting, especially after the 20th hour, that's when I start to feel like I'm in somebody else's dream and nothing is real... Strange feeling. :stunned:

Damn, that was a really long version of Moses. :D Great googly-moogly, is that the opening of Only Superstition? :o

I have officially missed DMB's 2003 Summer Tour. :cry: Here's one of the songs I could've heard... Dave Matthews Band - Gravedigger Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913, made his great grandchildren believe you could live to 100 and 3 a 100 and 3, is forever when you're just a little kid so Cyrus Jones lived forever Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954, she lost both of her babies in the second great war now you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground I mean you should never have to bury your own babies Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain Gravedigger Ring around the rosy Pocket full of posies ashes to ashes we all fall down Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain oh Gravedigger Little Mikey Parsons, 67 to 75 He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died when he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze oh, 1940 to 1992 Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain I can feel the rain I can feel the rain Gravedigger Gravedigger when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain Gravedigger

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A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, si nef aearon!

I don't know why I'm doing this, maybe I like to embaress myself :embarrased: but for whatever reason, here's this thing I wrote. It was for a poetry class ( :lol: I actually took a poetry class. :rolleyes: ). Sorry about the length and language, but feel free to laugh.... Bright Eyes Friday 11 April 2003 The Glass House, Pomona, Calif. We've been waiting for three hours now Standing first through Simon Joyner Who, my apologies to Conor's taste, Was un-fucking-believably boring Then through Arab Strap The singer turned thirty last night He kissed Conor, tongues and everything So Aidan's my goddam hero now Finally, Bright Eyes comes on at ten At which point some tall drink of water Squeezes right in front of us Without so much as a by-your-leave And I'm stuck with my view blocked By this inconsiderately tall asshole I curse, then try to find a better angle Staring at Conor calms me down He's looking extremely fuckable tonight Which I'm rightfully ashamed to admit Cos I do indeed respect Mr Oberst I still catch myself checking him out Like when his back is to the audience I'm being stupid, I know Yet I do want some of that Just a little bit But tonight I'm keeping my mouth shut The poor guy looks fairly exausted He's drinking from an unmarked cup Says he needs more "Coca-Cola" With a guilty look on his face Tired, shadowed eyes glancing over at us And everyone laughs, like ha ha ha Except me, I worry about him Still, his voice is fucking amazing tonight (I'm oddly gratified to find He really does spray spit when he sings) Especially during "The Calendar Hung Itself" He keeps screaming this peculiar note After he asked for his mic to be turned up That callow voice cuts through my head Like an obscenely sharp, jagged-edged knife He has to be doing permanent damage To his vocal chords, or my eardrums But I don't want him to stop playing At least not before the sun comes up Of course, he needs some sleep They're playing San Diego tomorrow So 90 minutes and fourteen songs Including the encore, are all we get I'm vaguely disappointed He's like a hallucination to me I wish I could've just spoken with him But I don't wanna bother Conor I suppose there's always the next tour Granting he doesn't kill himself first

The Faint (w/ Bright Eyes :) ) - Dust

Think'st thou existance doth depend on time? It doth, but actions are our epochs: mine Have made my days and nights imperishable, Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore, Innumerable atoms; and one desert, Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break, But nothing rests, save carcasses and wrecks, Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.

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What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage

:o climax

Not necessarily... I stapled my thumb once and I was so surprised I didn't even notice any pain. I was like, "Would you look at that?" But, then, that wasn't a very big injury.

I broke my leg when I was two. I still remember having the cast removed. That drill thingy they used was scary. I haven't broken anything since cos I'm a big fraidy-cat. Beloki's crash this year on the Tour de France was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. Poor guy broke his femur (the largest bone in the body, think of how much it must take to break it!) and like, his arm and something else too, I think. He was a real contender in the Tour too. Damn, I feel so bad for him! Actually, there were a lot of crashes and injuries this year, but that one was painful on so many levels.