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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Friday, January 23, 2004
Feed Me?  
So. So I begin a lot of sentences with 'so'.

Anyway.......so last night was Story of the Year, with Josh and Doug. We got there, and probably the first thing we noticed was the the average age of the people there was maybe around 15. So, naturally, I try to convince the boys to go up to them and start hittin' on them. There was this one chick in this group of girls that was obviously not older than 13, and she was wearing a shirt that said "COLLEGE" on it. Josh was gonna go sleaze his way up to her and say, in his best "I encourage pedophilia" voice, "hey, so I see you go to college. I go to college too..." and start up a conversation. I swear during the first band, Emanuel, one of 'em was making eyes at Doug. I told him so and he didn't believe me. I wanted soo badly to go up to one of them (good lord I've missed prostitots) and ask for her phone number. I mean, these girls have barely hit puberty so they definitely aren't going to be comfortable with their own sexuality, right? Sad to say, none of this actually happened, but we got a good laugh. I love hearing Josh laugh.

After the show (which was fuckin' awesome, by the way), Josh wandered off to find a "quiet" corner to call a cab to come pick us up. He found one so we went to go wait outside like stupid people. What a fucking mistake - it was soo damn cold. The bouncer wouldn't let us back in to wait (except Doug, somehow), so Josh and I were standing outside huddled together for whatever kind of warmth that'd bring either of us. It worked, but I still froze. The cabbie forgot about us and after half an hour Josh called another guy who came in 10 minutes. I could barely walk 'cause the bottoms of my feet were so frozen. Needless to say, though, it was entirely worth it. Tickets go on sale Saturday for a Yellowcard show on my birthday; it should be amazing.

I just....love spending time with him. Good times, good times....
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