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7-8-01, 8:10 PM
{ giddy up - *nsync ] So. Um. I don't really remember the last time I updated this sucker. Sheesh. Working twice as much as normal can do that to ya. Plus, I almost always update late at night, and since the latest that I've had to be at work in the past two weeks was 7 AM ... I have been attempting to go to bed earlier. It doesn't work very well though. Let's see. So things have happened, I guess. Cyd came up on the 3rd. My parents were out of town. We may have had a bit much to drink. But it was all fun. Less *NSYNC watching than I had intended, but then again ... It was just too hard to concentrate on anything. I do remember obnoixiously constantly pointing out JC to my sister's boyfriend ("the one with the hair") as we watched Rock In Rio, and stating that he was my favorite, but that he liked boys. I also attempted to sign on and e-mail Stacy, for the hell of it. [ hash pipe - weezer ] (pauses to rock out for a bit to Weezer) I had a little trouble with that though. I kept on putting in my old password (Seriously. about 7 times.) and then once I finally put the *right* one in, my sister was online at my Dad's house. Later, while Cyd slept/passed out on the couch, I did manage to get online, and sent Stacy a rather disjointed spastic e-mail that mostly revolved around random references of JC and/or Chris's hotness/cuteness. It was also in huge ass purple writing, because that's what the computer was set on, and I honestly didn't know how to change it. It made me feel really ... dumb. Cause like, I'll read people's online diaries, or chat with people when they're drunk, and like. Either I was a heck of a lot drunker (hee.) than they were, or I'm an idiot. Because I honestly had a lot of trouble typing and stuff. [ sundreams/ some dreams - *nsync ] I realized that I think about *NSYNC far more than I should when inebriated. Like. Every other thought is about them. That's kind of scary. I had this insane urge to curl up in JC's lap. I didn't say that outloud, thankfully. But like. All I wanted was for JC to be sitting on my couch, and for me to be able to just lay there in his lap. I dunno. Just. Yeah. Then the 4th of July was amusing, to say the least. Me and Cyd named fireworks after various *NSYNCers/other boy band people. Saturn Missiles. (Heh. My uncle thinks it's hilarious that we actually know the real names for a lot of the firewokrs.) Those are the ones that make that high pitched squealing noise, and they essentially fly all over the place randomly. Let me tell you, those suckers can be evil, they tend to fly back and attack people. And they usually come in very large packages, so when they're going off, they're seemingly nerverending. Anyway. Those were Chris, and every time those went off, we yelled, "Chris!". Then there was JC. There were these shells that went up, with a little flamey trail, and then exploded into little gold bits. Then the gold bits would like ... spazz out, spinning in circles. So those were JC. [ it's gonna be me (funkystyle) - *nsync ] I could not stop laughing when those went off, and these two girls who were there (some distant cousin and her friend? i dunno. they were probably about 12 or so? 13?) would say, "JC!". My, how we had them trained. I honestly don't remember if we had any fireworks for Joey. That makes me feel bad, because I love Joey. Suck. I'm pretty sure we did, but I can't remember. Ugh. Justin were the bling-bling ones. Heh. The silvery flashy ones that got boring after awhile. There were shells that would pop when they exploded, and then crackle, with a little sparkle. And those were Wade, for some reason. They'd go off and we'd go, "Ooh, Dirty Pop! Wade!". We are so strange. Lance was these ones that the neighbors had a lot of. They would flash so brightly I honestly couldn't look at them, and they exploded so loud and deep it made my ears hurt. Why those were Lance, I'm not particularly sure, but they were. Lance was also any of the deep rumbling we heard from across the island. They had some serious shit going on over there, too bad we couldn't see it. There were these other ones that made sounds like seals being clubbed as they went up in the air. Seriously, they were HILARIOUS. Those were O-Town though. Hehe. [ kiss me at midnight - *nsync (weird as it may be, this song will always make me think of early July. huh.) ] There were also ones that would go up with flamey trails and stuff, and look promising, but then they'd just go "poof!". Those were BSB. Ha. Oh. And there was one that went off, that we had named a JC one. And it tried to attack us. Seriously. It was then named "Revenge of JC." (all of this reminds me so much of '96, it's not even funny.) Me and Cyd also kept twisting around the words to "You Don't Have To Be Alone." Don't know why that song kept coming up in discussion, but it did. We had discussed how we liked JC's songs a lot, he just ... needs a little help in the lyrical area, that's all. Musically, I adore his songs. Yeah. [ i need love - *nsync (talk about cheese. this makes JC's songs sound better. hee. ) ] So anyway. We were sitting "by the fireside" and I think that's what didn't. We kept breaking out into song. "You fell asleep by the fireside. You never woke up because you died. " We went on and on, but I don't remember it. Of course all of this 4th of July stuff has to come to a shitty end. I wasn't there, I went home, but apparently they were awoken at 3:30 AM to all of the driftwood in front of my house a-flame. Major fire, dudes. Like. 25 ft high flameage. [ celebrity (some crappy live version) - *nsync ] One of our decks got torched, we lost two boats, lawn furniture, various things. Two fire engines were called out. Etc, etc. I don't really know the firsthand details, as I was not there. Likely that Cyd will have something to say about it, since she was there and all. Check there, yo. The next day, I was blessed with the joy of working with Tommy, the flamboyant baker from the Ballard store. Apparently one of my coworkers had a recent problem with him, but he was a sweetheart to me. Honestly, I just wanted to pinch his cheeks and tell him he was a cutie. We all know how I feel about flamebois, so yeah. [ beautiful mess - meredith edwards ] Anyway. So that was absolutely lovely. I look forward to seeing him again. Weird. Today, my voice keeps doing exactly what I want it to, when I sing along. In the shower, I blasted Meredith and Britney and *NSYNC, and was having a grand ol' time. Okay, so I spoke too soon. Suddenly, I sound like a wounded animal, wailing along to Meredith's pretty voice. I shouldn't have said anything. Whoops. [ digital getdown - *nsync ] Oh yeah. I forget how rarely I listen to the album version of this. Nice. It's funny to think that this was only the 4th *NSYNC song that I heard. Okay. Downloaded. But like. I'd never really *listened* to them on the radio or anything. But yeah. When I first heard it, I thought, "what? this is *nsync? the hell?" and then proceeded to nearly piss myself laughing. Funny how like. What was frighteningly funny to me then is like. Kind of ... hot? Um. yeah. So I should apologize to Cyd, I finally caught up looking at all the pics on the JJB and she got quite a lot of e-mails from me, with pictures and gushy captions. But like. JC, man. He is just BEAUTIFUL lately. I can't get enough of him, it's so sad. That reminds me. I saw while browsing random LJs earlier today, someone saying it was sad that they had like, 300 pictures or something of *NSYNC on their computer. So now I have to go count, to see how desperately pathetic i am. 3946. Shit. That's kind of a lot. [ slow learner - meredith edwards ] [ can't make you love me - britney spears ] Okay. Whoops, I got distracted. Pictures. They do that. Wow. The sky is an amazing color right now. Serious. It's all pinky-orange. Oh damn. It's that perfect light time, it is. Heh. There are some people outside, and they're listening to my music. I can see them, looking around and stuff, like they're trying to figure out where it's coming from. I'm hidden behind the blinds though, whew. Hmm. I'm feelin' Britney today, I dunno why. Okay. I have such a spazzy brain, sheesh. I was remembering that I was thinking about something about Brit at work today. And like. This weird long train of thought thinghy led me to somehow me thinking about how the chick who sometimes delivers the Grand Central bread at work is really cool. But how it's odd, because all of the people who deliver for them are either middle-aged Mexican men who barely speak english, or stereotypical butch lesbians. An odd combination, but anyway. [ two of us (barely listenable live version) - *nsync ] I adore this song, even with the sketchy version I've got. I LOVE the lyrics. And like. I hear it's just great. And I can't help but think that well. You know. He wrote it for Lance and all. I mean. Yeah. Sigh. I need to update my dream archive, but shit, I'm so lazy. [ el tango de roxanne - ewan mcgregor, and uh. those other people. i can't remember.] Fuck, I forgot how the wav I had of Two Of Us spazzes and gets too feedback-y to listen to. Shit. Have you ever just got this feeling that you vibed really well with someone? Like. You've seen someone a bunch of times, maybe briefly talked to them. But then suddenly in a few days you've talked with them a bit more, and suddenly they seem cool, and not standoffish, and heck, they seem quite nice, and well. You feel like you're just on the same wavelength as them? Shit, nevermind. Heh. If anyone I knew from work read this, they'd probably think I was talking about the guy from the meat dept. that keeps talking to me. I'm not. I mean, he's nice adn all. But like. Yeah. He just randomly talks and makes me feel oddly uncomfortable. Oh well. At least he made me laugh. I was reading a book, and he was like, "Wow, you're not writing!" I hadn't realized that I did that so much in the break room, that people notice when I don't. Oh well. Damn plot bunnies just take over my brain at work. [ the only gift - *nsync ] So um. People were all going to that Celebmatch.com thing. And while I'm too lazy to post all of the results I got with all of the *NSYNC boys, I was very amused/happy/teenie to see how compatible me and Mr. Chasez are. Physical - 99%. Emotional - 97%. Intellectual - 88%. Overall (Total? Whatever it was) - 95%. All I have to say is that. Um. That's very nice. (listening to Lance's solo. Again. and again. ) So some people just really really bug the shit out of me, you know? Seriously. Like. I'm not gonna name names, but like. There's this certain person who I think I griped about before. Well. They are driving me up the wall, and I'm not sure what it is about that person. But god. Just fuckin' shut up. Ahh. Sweet JC. I love you. So Sadie got to go to sound check and a concert on Friday. I <3 her. She made them a CD! Sadie, girl, you rock, seriously. Like. Yeah. I so can't wait for Jackson!!!! [ bye bye bye - *nsync ] What fitting song for me to close this entry with. Goodnight. Oh wait. Isn't he beautiful? I couldn't resist putting up at least one pic of the guy. *big sigh*
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