Set the timer. Let it blow.

[boykicker]

Wednesday: Melissa (KBTL's MD), her boyfriend Doug, her brother Chris and I went up to Kansas City to see Senses Fail. I guess I should start from the beginning as that would probably be the best place to begin as it is the beginning and all. We're going to Lawrence to pick up Chris and, surprise, surprise, we blew a tire. Bad sign. Gimped the rest of the way to Lawrence on a donut. Picked up Chris, tried four different places looking for tires and we finally got it fixed. On our way to KC, well, we made it to the concert. Chris and I hadn't purchased tickets before the show--Melissa had gotten two passes into the show and to go backstage through her record contact. Needless to say, Chris and I were dicked at the door as the show had sold out. They went in, we left in an attempt to find a movie theater. Lemme tell you something about Kansas City and the location of the Spitfire--BAD NEIGHBORHOOD. The industrial district to be exact. Heh. We got lost before finding the Plaza and their fucking movies had started at eight. See, it was almost nine when we stumbled across the plaza. Finally getting directions to a better theater, we drove for a long time, almost got hit several times, ran quite a few red lights, and passed by the Cheesecake Factory before actually arriving at our intended destination. We paid $7.75 to see 50 First Dates. I liked it, but it wasn't worth eight fucking bucks for something that was just supposed to kill time. We got out of the movie by 11:30, got lost some more as we tried to find our way back to the Spitfire and we ended up being 45 minutes late to pick up Melissa and Doug. It was about 12:30 when we picked 'em up. Time to go home--To Lawrence, then to El Dorado so I could pick up my car, then on to Wichita where I had to take my mom to work. My head hit the pillow at about 4:30 in the morning and I had class at 8. Needless to say, I missed my one and only class as well as my fucking show, but I managed to come in and get my promo finished for KAB.

Friday: Went to Deana's. Jeremy and Jill fought on the phone and Jeremy parked outside of Deana's house. Jeff called the cops, but Jeremy left. One thing about Jeremy that should be known: He's a creepy and extremely scary individual when spun out. He hangs out with fucking scary ass people. It's just got bad news written all over it.

There's a fucking update for you, sluts.

Now, I sleep, but I'll leave you with lyrics mainly because I can.

Nightwish - Beauty of the Beast

Long Lost Love

Trees have dropped their leaves,
Clouds their waters
All this burden is killing me

Distance is covering your way,
Tears your memory
All this beauty is killing me

Oh, do you care,
I still feel for you
So aware,
What should be lost is there

I fear I will never find anyone
I know my greatest pain is yet to come
Will we find each other in the dark
My long lost love

One More Night to Live

Safely away from the world
In a dream, timeless domain
A child, dreamy eyed,
Mother's mirror, father's pride

I wish I could come back to you
Once again feel the rain
Falling inside me
Cleaning all that I've become

My home is far but the rest it lies so close
With my long lost love under the black rose
You told I had the eyes of a wolf
Search them and find the beauty of the beast

All of my songs can only be composed of the greatest of pains
Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes
I wish I had one more night to live

A saint blessed me, drank me deeply
Spitting out the misery in me
Still a sinner rapes 1000 saints
Sharing the the same hell with me

Sanest choice in this insane world:
Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers