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Name: rachel
Gender: Female
Interests: Music! any music. (except country) but yeah, i pretty much listen to it all. i love music. its like the very core of me.
Expertise: running into doorways and falling down the stairs.
Occupation: getting out of bed.its a feat
Industry: student
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/31/2006
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| and don't really have anything to say.
still.
i was way more interesting 2 years ago.
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| the player is back on the top of my page.
again, please just let it run through.
the plays need to rack up.
these are my bros, and their success means my happiness
so make me happy!
lovelove
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| For real people, watch who your voting for. Take EVERYTHING into consideration.
Not just your personal prejudice, what you have been taught to believe whats right.
BUT WOULD BETTER THIS COUNTRY AND BRING PEOPLE TOGETHER
Lets show other countries we're not the selfish pigs we have been made out to be.
Take into consideration that there are WAY OVER 301,621,157 brothers and sisters living in the same country, and we all have to live with the decision we make as to who "leads" us.
Just remember that.
hehe and here is a good song.
It gets me all riled up about politics (or lack there of)
mutiny!
this is a full blown assault. a cannon blast to mark your fall.
take back your discipline now. this is a genuine revolt.
superior, you are inferior. we've risen like we've never risen above before.
conformity has no authority. i can agree to compromise.
contemptible are your contracts. i will find the line and cross it every time.
contemptible are your labels.
this is a full blown assault.
take back your discipline now. this is a genuine revolt.
i am far from, so far from romanced.
there's too much business in this.
i'm going back to my garage. i have been completely disenchanted.
turn my amp up to eleven. six nickel wound strings have saved me again.
suits and ties are not to congregate in my sanctuary judged only by my hands.
down here is our time. it's innocent. it is so divine.
our music: rewrite not a single line.
down here is our time and we will shine.
our music: making wishes on your dime this time.
heroes have betrayed. we sing for better days.
don't sign our lives away to impure industries.
you're going under. we have come to take it over.
so sound the thunder. we have come to take it over now.
sign our band and we'll write you a chorus.
we will use your gimmicks if you think they will sell us
'cause we won't survive without your acceptance.
can we be friends?
can we be friends?
can
we
be
friends? mutiny!
in this vast network of sharks and minnows,
where the minnows outnumber the sharks a million to one,
why is it that we have yet to converge?
to take on the upperhand?
why have we been so scared?
well not today. not anymore. this is us growing up.
still young, but no longer impressionable.
we have come to pillage.
we have come to burn.
we have come to incite the riot.
we have come to take it over!
heroes have betrayed. we sing for better days.
don't sign our lives away to impure industries.
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| In my case, 5
Sleep! came into town again, except this time they stayed at my house.
It went a little like this.
10am saturday Clay calls me to say he's gonna be in STL a day early, and they wanna hang out.
Well okay, thats fine I have nothing against that. But where are they going to stay?
I ask him this and he says he has no idea
So they end up staying at my place.
4 AM SUNDAY MORNING they arrive at my house.
It was something along the lines of Corrie Ten Boom hiding the jews. It was dark, I shuffled everyone into the basement with makeing little to no noise at all. And then shut the door and told everyone to keep quiet.
(no offence to Jews or anyone who loves Corrie Ten Boom. Thats just what it reminded me of)
Wake up- 11am am sunday morning.
8 dudes are now mobile and hungry.
We get 5 large pizzas, and every bit of it is consumed.
This is the part where the band breaks up into groups and goes gallivanting across IL and STL.
not really
Ean, Brandon, and Wiener matt went to wal-mart
Roy, Sammie, and Mike went sight seeing in STL
Clay and Rod stayed at my house to book/chill.
We watched National Treasure and played on Clays laptop.
And figured out that my bed can fit 1 full grown man and a little me.
(let me clear something up. Clay is a good friend of mine. Strictly friends. This will matter later on in this story)
4pm comes
Time to head over to the show.
The SSS! mobile is a very delicate little piece of machinery.
It takes about 1:30 seconds to hit anything above 50 miles per hour.
And the inside of the van is gutted. So its 2 captains chairs, and then one massive bed in the back.
Its quite comfy if you ask me.
5:11-Ean announces he stole a hat and key chain from wal-mart. He was "sticking it to the man".
5:12-Rod announces he hates wal-mart anyway.
The happenings in that van will remain secret. Its just to weird.
But I will say that "man-love" is not an adjective.
Its a verb.
Hilarity ensues when this verb is put into action.
Somewhere around 5:45 we get to the show.
We unload, set up, and then are told that their set is first.
8 dood are not happy.
While they set up equipment, I go play merch girl for awhile.
6:30-they start playing
For a crowd of about 11
This is not good.
Their set was good, but people didn't show up until around 8.
The band disperses.
I decide I am no longer sitting here, so I seek out to find clay.
Wasn't hard, he was pouting in the van.
My new objective is to cheer up Clay, because he just has one of those sad faces that make me feel guilty.
This is where explaing our friendship comes into play.
I've known clay for like 2 years now.
And we have this thing that whenever he's in STL, I give him a massage.
A massage between friends.
He needs a major chill session every now and then, and I'm more than happy to give it to him.
I don't think I need to paint you a picture of how this was done.
Just think of any massage you have ever seen, and you'll pretty much get a mental image of what it looked like.
Well, it obviously didn't look like a massage to the 6 doods watching us from outside of the van.
I for real look over my shoulder, and sammie is like looking at us with this look of shock/adoration.
Then all hell breaks loose.
Clay and I decide we were going to give them a show.
Again, I don't need to go into the details, but it ended with Clay screaming out the window "OMG THAT WAS THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD! WE JUST DID IT LIKE 9 TIMES"
Doesn't help that breathless from laughing my head.
we leave around 9
on the way back to my house, I fall asleep. Which was very comfy.
But I can still here the faint "man-love" goin on about 2 feet away from me. So sleep was a great escape.
Get to my house at around 10.
why it took an hour I have no idea.
I wake up to 6 doods poking me and saying "Hey sleepy! time to get up!"
I didn't want.
So the best idea at the time was to open the doors and have clay grab my hands and feet and throw me out of the van.
I saved myself mid-air and did this karate/ballet move, and landed on my feet.
We get inside.
And Dear Sweet Moses.
Mom has prepared Grilled Cheese and Tomato soup for everyone!
We find out how many cheese sandwiches 1 dood can eat. multiply that by 6 and you have..well..alot.
11pm- time to say goodbye :[
Hugs for everyone.
I'm missing them already.
When I announce that they are welcome here anytime, I get a chorus of "Don't you mean CLAY is welcome here anytime!??! OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!"
I hate them after that.
haha
No but really, it was an awesome time. And I cannot wait for them to get back.
*Note. For any of you who were wondering, yes, my parents did infact no about them coming. And me going with them. Thats why I love my parents. because they are cool with stuff like that.*
*Note again. Before I get harsh comments about the "man-love". Its not what your thinking. Kind of. ok, It is what your thinking, but staged. Like..a stage kiss. And everyone was fully clothed.*
*Note again. all but 3 of these guys are strong Christians. Its not like I'm going off with heathen boys in a metal band. So whipe that Idea out of your head. Not that it matters, but I don't want people thinking badly of them*
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| "Gregor starved to death. No one dies of loneliness"
I'm getting that tattooed somewhere.
Its going to incorporate into a sleeve, and it will be awesome.
So the show pretty much rocked.
Got to meet my favorite guys in this entire world <3
haha they played guitar hero at my house. then we went to get tacos.
Most importantly, they freakin tore the show apart. Everyone loved them. It was awesome.
Funny story tho, I was just standing there, listening to SSS!'s set, when this guy slams into me and sends my flying into the speakers. He landed on top of me and broke my camera. He freaked out. He was like "OMG! SWEETY I AM SO SORRY! OMG OMG OMG!" and gave me about a trillion hugs that night. lol he was cute so it was good ;]
they're coming back on the 30th. I cannot wait to see them again. They're just awesome guys.
I got a vintage 1976 ovation acoustic for christmas. this guitar is like, the hippie guitar. I wonder how many Woodstock concerts it has seen. its seriously amazing. Its in perfect condition. haha
Enjoy this song.
Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie.
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new
Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here
And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
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