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Surrounded by quiet even though there was noise all around, she thought to herself maybe she feels alone because she never looks up.

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Hey, some pictures from the concert I attended! These aren’t mine, someone sent them to me. I feel all nostalgic looking at them, though. I have two video clips of the concert, too, whee.

Lots of Die, I know. But, can you expect any less from me. I :yahoo5: Die. His red guitar, black/red hair, Bullets & Octane shirt, and ripped jeans own me. He’s a fucking rockstar, bitch.

Poor Die. He’s never going to live down that moment.

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Yes, I am calling it the ‘Dir en grey Concert’ because I didn’t go there to see any other band.

The drive to Bristow wasn’t so bad, even if Dumfries Rd is in the middle of nowhere and the 15 mile stretch of that (plus Wellington/Cellar Door) was boring as hell, we made it from here to there in about 2.5 hours. It was just a straight shot up to Bristow.

The crowd was insane. I thought I was going to be bowled over or eaten by fat, bald Korn fans who were either shirtless, in jerseys, or in t-shirts with crude misogynist sayings on them like, ‘I have the dick, I make the rules.’ You know those guys, they’re the “whooooooooo!” guys that drink one beer after another and sweat something that smells like rotten vinegar.

I ate a lot more than normal. Usually, I eat about 1 to 1.5 meals a day. I don’t have the time to eat, so I don’t eat much. But, today after being out in the heat walking around, it seemed like every time I turned around (not really– I didn’t spin in a circle to turn around and then realize I was hungry). I ate french fries and pizza… and water. Yes. Water. The people who know me really well know that I don’t drink water. Regardless of what parents and doctors tell you, water has a taste. And it has a taste that I don’t like. :yuck:

I bought two DVDs:

Those are Average Fury and Average Psycho. Two more added to my ever growing collection. I also bought a t-shirt, but I don’t have a picture of that to show. I decided not to buy any albums since I do essentially have every CD on burned copy. I do plan to slowly start buying the actual albums, though, sooner or later. I just opted for the DVDs for the visual aspect of them.

Let me tell you, though, the majority of the crowd was there to see Dir en grey. The screaming for them was intense, more than anything any other band got.

When they started their own portion of the show, they began with G.D.S., which was just what I was hoping for. I didn’t want them to come out playing any other song. It HAD to be G.D.S.. Some of the other songs they played? OBSCURE, 凌辱の雨, The Final, dead tree, and CLEVER SLEAZOID (I can’t recall the rest, I’m tired and it will come to me… I think they did Merciless Cult, too). Kyo scratched his chest up, bled from the mouth, and ended up putting the bucket of ice water for their water bottles over his head. It made me laugh. Toshiya was going crazy up there. His hair was crazy and wavy and sort of bleached blonde a bit below the roots. He even knocked Die’s mic down… which I suppose was okay because Die promptly began using Toshiya’s while Toshiya spazzed out on his side of the stage.

Die, by the way, was awesome beyond comparison. Then again, he always is.

Kaoru was also wonderfully hairy. His hair was long and the facial hair was there. He looked really good though because I think long hair and facial hair suits him.

Seriously, it was beyond words. When G.D.S. started with the bass and the noise and the “kill, kill, kill, kill” over and over again, I was happier than I’ve ever been in my life. Kyo screamed, tore up the red cage he’d sometimes stand on and threw it at Shinya’s drums, Toshiya jumped around, Shinya wore a shirt that said ‘I’m Ninja, (you can’t see me),’ Kaoru stood in place most of the time and just played down low, and Die was all over the place. You know how Die plays, though. He headbangs a lot, so he did that most of the time. Then again, so did Kaoru.

Dir en grey was by far the loudest and most insane band up there. The others can’t compare (granted, I left before Deftones or Korn… I just wanted to see Dir en grey and get out of there).

I got pictures. Maybe I can find a way to get some online. Hopefully. Before I go to class tomorrow (today, actually), I’ll drop the camera off and have the pictures developed to see if anything came out. The sun was being crazy during the show.

I also met these two:
  
Shinya and Kaoru. Shinya had really small, delicate, cold hands. I liked them. Kaoru was warm, but small, too. Don’t ask me why I noted the feeling of their hands. I suppose it was new to me to feel male hands that felt that way. I mean, they were really small. Nice, too. Shinya said hi to me and his voice was just so soft and pretty. Seriously, Shinya is gorgeously pretty up close.

I also want to add that I am hosting, Revolution. It’s Ryorei’s j-rock resource/information site. So far it’s great. I surfed what she has and it’s :yahoo5: for me.

Oh yeah. Happy 25th birthday to me. :bcake:

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I hate it when I am reading a book or something and I come across a passage that says, “[insert occurance] doesn’t happen in a vaccum.”

…

I don’t know why, but something about reading that really gets on my nerves.

It bothers me even more when people say it out loud as part of their lecture because I know that they read it somewhere and thought, “hey, this sounds good” when it really doesn’t.

I don’t want to turn 25.

Should I be married? Have kids? At least have a boyfriend?

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I like to take this test every now and then because I like to see how I’ve really grown as a person. Plus, for one of my classes I need to read the first section of Leviticus (since the topic is Holy Cannibalism, the Eucharist and Sacrifice, or something like that)… and I started thinking about my own penchant for the sinner’s lifestyle.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Moderate
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Honestly, though, I accept that placement. After reading the description, I said to myself, “wow, that IS where I would go.”

But, now I can just sum myself up with the measure, “horny and violent.” Some women call themselves Amazons. Dude, I’m a total Maenad.

And…

Am I really dull?

And here I thought there was at least a little something interesting about me. I like to think I’m more hostile and unhappy than I am boring.

Okay, honestly, I know I’m not dull.

Sure, get me in a bar or at a party and I’m very (99.9%) likely to just sit there and seem boring because I don’t interact, don’t speak, don’t try to socialize.

It’s not because I AM boring… it’s because I think that everyone around me dull and uninspiring and not worth my time. Above all, I refuse to pretend like I’m happy to be there when I’d be happier with coffee, in a bookstore, talking about Chaucer. THAT’S fun to me. So yeah, I might seem dull, but it’s not because of me. It’s because of the idiocy that goes on around me that I’d rather phase out and not be a part of (note: if I hang around you, you’re special and I don’t think you’re a moron). My interests are more of the ‘Arts & Literature’ and less of the ‘Crappy College-(Pseudo)Indie Music & Natural Ice’ brand. Sorry. If that makes me dull…

Ægroto dum anima est, spes est.

What’s fun to me? What do I thrive doing? Going to the theater (my favorites are Marat/Sade and Jesus Christ Superstar); walking around art museums talking about movements, conventions, history, etc; historical discussions and mature debates; watching the Daily Show; listening to NPR and complaining about Republicans; watching men kiss; watching horror movies; discussing literature for any reason be it discussion, comparison, or debate…

See? THOSE are my interests.

Collin, you dickhead (with :yahoo5:, of course). You called me dull. And fuck you Jack for ignoring me. Seriously. Fuck. You. You don’t get a blue heart.

Crayon Shin-chan owns me.

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Lt. Thomas O’Hagan, age 43, New York Fire Department- Appointed 07/11/81

Place killed: World Trade Center. Resident of Bronx, New York, N.Y. (USA).

Survived by: A wife and two sons.

On the day of September 11, 2001, Lt. Thomas O’Hagan was acting as substitute Lieutenant for Engine 6 in New York. After returning from an assistance call to an elderly woman, Lt. O’Hagan and others on his team heard the explosion as the first plane hit the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Lt. O’Hagan moved into action immediately, sending out a 10-60 disaster signal that his men raced in response to.

He was one of six men who entered the North Tower before it collapsed, killing him and three other of his men among the many who did not make it out.

Almost a year to the month, Lt. O’Hagan had been promoted to lieutenant, having acted as a firefighter from the age of 23. He died for the sake of others, serving the country bravely. He put his life in the line time and time again, and he no doubt saved numerous lives during his twenty years of service as a firefighter.

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I had a dream once where Jesus came down from Heaven to bring salvation to his followers… you know, that thing we’re supposed to be behaving ourselves in anticipation of?

Unfortunately for the Messiah, he happened to land in a truck stop in some thick, deep water Southern city (I was there in the truck stop convenience store buying tuna or ramen, I don’t remember which). Two toothless and dirty baseball capped men both with extended bellies due to years and years of generous libation sat playing cards (or was it checkers).

They saw Jesus.

They thought Jesus looked a little weird seeing as he was in clean white and he had long hair that was also clean. And clean nails. And I suppose that whole mystical aura of peace, tranquility, and salvation was sort of foreign to them, too. You don’t get a lot of people like that in South Carolina.

So, these two men asked who he was (remember, I was buying tuna… or ramen, so I had a ringside seat). He was all, “I’m Jesus, your Savior,” but a lot more kingly and noble (all of a sudden, I have that Monty Python and the Holy Grail scene with Arthur and Dennis [I'm Arthur, King of the Britons -- King of the who?]).

What did these two hicks do?

They laughed at him. They laughed at Jesus. And then they called Jesus crazy.

The sad thing was… when I woke up, I said to myself, “I bet that is really how it would happen.”

Still, I wonder…

Was I buying tuna or ramen?

Because of :hurrican: Ernesto, part of my ceiling caved in. It was a total mess. Right outside my bedroom door, too.

Word, yo, I was INTERVIEWED. See? I’m the webmaster of yuki-eiri.com there at the end. Spiffy beyond all reason, isn’t it?

I’ve been listening to The Smiths all day, so now I sort of want to love someone so much it hurts, feel angsty and lonely, attempt suicide, and then steal something.

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