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tonight was a great night. shley came and hung out for a while so we could go to the show at mill mountain theater together. we're stupid and didn't know where to park or how to get into the building, but we finally made it to the show, which started an hour late. the first band was "subtle neon brown" which i didn't like. then it was homemade knives, a band i know through andrew and like a lot. they sounded great live. i was pretty impressed, actually. shley bought their new cd. then was Hi Ho, Six Shooter... which happens to be my heroes. they were missing 2 people and hadn't practiced... so it wasn't that great... but i loved it nonetheless. lastly was the wading girl whom i also know through andrew but had never seen live. they were great, too. i really enjoyed it, even though their drummer was missing. it was an awesome show. kind of messy, but still great.
shley and i found our way back here and traded off some cds and then she left. when she left, i went through and read LJ. there's a girl i don't know personally, but have gotten to know quite well through a mutual friend of ours, andrew, and through reading a lot of her LJ entries from a long time ago. she's gone through a lot lately and this is the first time she's updated in a while. reading her journal made me bawl. she's an amazing writer and i love hearing what she has to say. there aren't many random people whose writing i will read from beginning to end every day they update and be SO enthralled in their words that i'll be thinking about it hours later. but she makes me think... i mean, tonight i was crying so hard that i'll probably have to go back and read what she wrote another ten times before i'm able to comprehend it all, but i'm greatful to have come to know her through her writing. i envy her; she is who i want to be. when i picture the "perfect" me, i have obtained a lot of her qualities, kept a few of mine, and whirled in one or two other random things. she's amazing, and i guess what i really want, is just to be able to tell this girl how much she's inspired me and how much i look up to her without looking like... a weirdo.
it's getting late. i'm tired and my eyes are burning. i think it's time for bed.
shley and i found our way back here and traded off some cds and then she left. when she left, i went through and read LJ. there's a girl i don't know personally, but have gotten to know quite well through a mutual friend of ours, andrew, and through reading a lot of her LJ entries from a long time ago. she's gone through a lot lately and this is the first time she's updated in a while. reading her journal made me bawl. she's an amazing writer and i love hearing what she has to say. there aren't many random people whose writing i will read from beginning to end every day they update and be SO enthralled in their words that i'll be thinking about it hours later. but she makes me think... i mean, tonight i was crying so hard that i'll probably have to go back and read what she wrote another ten times before i'm able to comprehend it all, but i'm greatful to have come to know her through her writing. i envy her; she is who i want to be. when i picture the "perfect" me, i have obtained a lot of her qualities, kept a few of mine, and whirled in one or two other random things. she's amazing, and i guess what i really want, is just to be able to tell this girl how much she's inspired me and how much i look up to her without looking like... a weirdo.
it's getting late. i'm tired and my eyes are burning. i think it's time for bed.