Texas Rez

Bobby

Igloo

61258

Reminds me of Atlas Shrugged a bit. :thinking:

Oh wow... I just noticed it. :worried: Thanks for pointing it out... one of the worst typos I ever left unnoticed. :| Well I fixed it now.

6:29 pm, watching a NASCAR race because I'm that bored with my life.

Damn. That's hardcore.

Biology

Wallace

Annette

61252

I'm not sure. :| I'm new to this stuff as well.

According to this list, it's Diana:

61249

Vanessa

Rezzy :lol:

Water

12:57 PM, getting some writing done (500 words is my goal today).

"Denpatou" - Asian Kung-Fu Generation

1.6 hours of pain, not trying to have that "blank-screen" syndrome. :P

"Wake Me Up When September Ends" Green Day :wacky:

^ Hello there. :P

:inquisitive: Right... some... fapping... material... :| :nod: Everyone dies in the end. ----- 17-3: “I Forgot to Give This Part of the Story a Name Until Now, So This Will Be the Name I Guess.” I could feel the temperature rise all of a sudden—I could feel the heat radiating from Chris’ body. Me sweating in front of an attractive person like Chris Martin would be the last thing I’d want to happen… for now. My mind continued racing; there he is, smiling right before my very eyes, chatting it up with Tim. “This is my friend, Rezzy,” Tim said to the band. “He’s not a fan of your music.” Way to introduce a friend, right? A guy with a hat and some—but not too much—facial hair looked at the tickets Tim was holding in his hand then looked back up at Tim. “Are you two coming to tonight’s show?” he asked. “To answer your question, Jonny, yes, I am,” Tim said. “I’m not sure about my friend, though.” “Is it because your friend is not a fan of our music and you’re trying to help him sell the ticket to our show tonight?” Chris asked. CHRIS MARTIN SAID SOMETHING IN MY PRESENCE! I thought, suddenly having that leg-weakening sensation. “Yes,” I immediately answered, striving for Chris’ attention. Two well-built guys in black shirts and slacks (bodyguards, I’m assuming) then stepped in between the band and Tim and I. Cock-blocking, much? I thought. “We’d love to stay and chat with ya, but it’s almost time for the boys’ sound check,” one of the bodyguards said. “WAIT NO!” Tim said, busting out his phone. “Can I take a picture with the band before they go do their thing?” “Wait,” an almost-bald guy with facial hair said to the bodyguards. “Let’s take a picture with our fan right quick.” “Thank you Will!” Tim said, hugging him. “You truly are a champion,” whatever that meant. The bodyguards sidestepped out of their way as Tim and Coldplay positioned themselves standing next to each other in a line shoulder-to-shoulder for a picture. “Razzy, don’t you want in on this?” Chris said. “Rezzy,” I corrected. “And sure, why not?” I squeezed in between Chris and Tim to position myself for the picture. Tim gave his phone to one of the bodyguards. The bodyguard walked in front of us and held Tim’s phone up and sideways. At this moment, I could feel the left side of my body pressed against Chris’. Trying not to get too, ahem, excited, I smiled a cheesy smile and said aloud “Cheeeeese!” “You’re a bit too early on that,” the bodyguard said from behind Tim’s phone. “Okay, on a count of three, I want to hear ‘Coldplaaaay!’ Okay? One… two…” Ch-ch! The camera captured the moment. Then I felt Chris disconnect from my body. I wasn’t ready for that, no; not one bit. I died a little inside when it happened. “We’re glad to meet you two!” said a guy from the band. According to Tim, his first name actually is Guy. Huh. Tim and I then shook hands with the band and their bodyguards. Then they made their way into the Deaf Music Hall, leaving me stranded on the city sidewalks with Tim again. I turned to look at a speechless and star-struck Tim. He looked so happy, I thought for a second there that he was going to cry because he met the band he loved dearly for their music, not that I cared or anything… I wanted to see the only picture that I share with Chris Martin’s body! “Lemme see the picture!” I elbowed Tim, causing him to snap out of his moment. “Oh now you care!” Tim said. “Sure, let me… just…,” he paused midsentence and searched his pockets for his phone, “get my phone…” “Don’t tell me…,” I said as I watched Tim’s face morph from astonishment to deeply concerned; it was almost as if he was on the verge of freaking out. “Did the bodyguard give my phone to you Rezzy?” I tried to remember what happened two minutes ago. All I could remember was Chris’ smile and his body being pressed up against mine for a picture; I was unable to recall one of their bodyguards returning Tim’s phone to me. I searched my pockets in hopes of having Tim’s phone in there, but only my phone was to be found. I took my hands out of my pockets when I finished searching and shook my head to Tim to inform him that I didn’t have his phone. “Shit,” Tim said, running a hand through his hair as he begins to pace back and forth. “Then the bodyguard must have accidentally taken it inside with him.” Hm…, I thought. I was just as determined to see the picture on Tim’s phone as Tim himself. “Where do bodyguards usually go at their band’s venue?” I asked Tim. He stopped pacing and thought about it for a minute. He snapped his fingers. “Their dressing room!” he exclaimed. It was the only good guess I could know of—I’m not a bodyguard. “We’ll need to come up with a plan to sneak into the venue first while it’s still empty and then into their dressing room so that we can attempt to track down the bodyguard who ‘stole’ your phone,” I suggested. “I don’t want to take that risk, Rezzy. I don’t.” “What other option do we have?” Continues with 17-4 here...

Lesson learned I guess. :P Anyway, I've put thought to it, and I've decided that I'll be more than happy to do a CPing interview. :nice:

That's what I'm saying! I can't believe I forgot to point out Mellow Gold for '94 :confused: