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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

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.

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.

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!

A New Ending

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So what, exactly, is a blog… Just some venue for random people you wouldn’t give the time of day to, to rant about their feelings; for them to open their hearts and minds and pour out their proverbial (abstract, I know) souls to anyone that is desperate enough to listen? Are we really so fraught with tension and hopelessness that we have to resort to talking to nothing, where our ideas nothing short of evanesce?

Thankfully, I’m not a Philosopher, so I don’t have to care! As you enter Our Realm and delve into our subconscious, remember two things:

1) No matter where you go, there you are.
2) If you haven’t gotten where you’re going, you aren’t there yet.