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I went to the beach today for a brief while. It was pretty fun… but umm.. it was a bit chilly for the beach. So we didn’t stay there terribly long, but that’s ok ;). We made a turtle out of sand. He was horribly deformed and was therefore named “lumpy”. we fixed him up a bit after that though… but he still wasn’t quite right. So Karissa and Jill put it out of it’s misery. It was a sad time. I cried for almost an hour.

Then I got back here, and I got on hxc.com. I read the news. I was made sad(der). I discovered that Living Sacrifice’s guitarist, Rusty, left the band and joined uhh… Evanesence (or however you spell it) and umm… and this is where it gets suckier…. Bruce has also left the band. So yeah… that sucks almost as bad as that time when Dan left Zao. Or that time when Zao broke up and then got back together again and then broke up again. Or maybe as bad as that time when Zao was supposed to play Cornerstone even though they were broken up but then it turned out they aren’t actually playing Cornerstone afterall but still might be because you have no idea what the heck they (if ‘they’ exist) are doing. Ummm… yeah.

We are going to Wally’s tonight. It should be a fun time. Seems like a good number of people will be coming. Good ‘ol pool. If only I didn’t suck so badly at it…. 😉

Anyway, have a rockin’ weekend.

Oh yeah, and the lyrics to this new Dashboard song are stinking awesome. Just found them a minute ago 😉 And *gasp*… they’re not about a girl!

later 😉

“This basket arrives
to show your condolence,
You hope that it finds me well
and just in time,
this loss was unbearable
but now I have flowers,
Thoughtful blooming bright arrangement
That I can outlive too…

Dress the corpse in his best,
He only has one shot
To knock em dead.
And toast to the way he left us,
counting our blessings,
and holding our heads.

You better speak up
you better say something
we better believe ourselves for once,
‘Cause you never said help
you never said anything the way that we
dreamed trained ourselves to fear,
It’s only in this silence
I can hear he’d been screaming
all along….

Dress the corpse in his best,
He only has one shot
To knock em dead.
And toast to the way he left us,
counting our blessings,
and holding our heads.

Dress the corpse in his best
He only has one shot to knock em dead,
and I would have thought that
I had more to lose than him,
My skin has gone stark white
and an ash covers my skin,
I should have worn makeup
it seems to have worked for him.”

-“Knock ‘Em Dead,” by Dashboard Confessional