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Thursday, August 24, 2006

This is the Part Where You'll Never Look Into My Eyes Again

Night of: August 23
People Involved: Russ (apartment on-site manager), Kyle, MFB, Chris Patti, Phil Allen, Francis Allen, Korn, guitarist from Korn, drummer from Korn, singer of Korn, Fieldy from Korn
Number of Dreams Remembered: 4
Length of Sleep: 10 hours

I came home to my apartment and opened the door. A midget, or dwarf, was walking out of my room while drinking. I immediately figured that he had broke in so I pointed and screamed, "Ohhh! Ohhhhh!"
He replied, "What?"
I asked, "Do we know you?"
And he said, "No."
I could tell he had been drinking. I yelled, "Get out of my house!" but then changed my mind, because I didn't want him getting away. I said, "No, wait... stay here."
I tried to call the police without him knowing by trying to dial on my cell phone behind my back. That didn't work. The dwarf/midget somehow ended up outside the apartment with me, and he kept following me wherever I went, so that I couldn't call the police, as I wanted to report him without his knowing. Finally, I told Russ in front of Kyle and a bunch of other people, so he ran. Kyle tackled him, and then Kyle told me to keep him still by squeezing him between my legs, like a scissor wrestling move.

In retrospect: I think the midget/dwarf is because a co-worker at Souplantation during lunch at work was explaining the difference between midgets and dwarves (although I didn't hear the explanation).
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MFB had a show. We played a bit, and then the head of the party came up and said we needed to interact with the audience more. Chris agreed, so during "Hendrix in the Background," we jumped off stage and played while walking and running around in the audience. "Hendrix" was actually being blasted through a sound system, and we played along with it. I was wearing a suit jacket, and put it around a girl in the audience. The drums were way faster than normal. It sounded like a punk song. I looked up, and I could see myself playing the drums, although I was actually playing guitar.
I had a clear Ibanez guitar that got knocked over a couple times, and I was mad because Chris brought that guitar for me to play instead of my regular guitar, which I wouldn't have minded getting knocked over. I told him, "You turned a $700 guitar into a $400 guitar."
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A super hot model girl started to like me--we made out. Had sex for a second, and then she said, "This is the part where you'll never look into my eyes again," And she went to find Phil and attempt to have sex with him. Francis gave me a high five.

In retrospect: That line sounds totally emo/poetic when I write it down: "This is the part where you'll never look into my eyes again."
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I was hanging out with some people and Korn--the singer, the guitarist, and the drummer were on one side, and I was going to ask, "Where's Fieldy? He lives right around here." Apparently we were at someone's house in Nellie Gail. Before I said that, I looked to the right and he was sitting there. Someone asked him how long it took him to get there. I said, "Must've taken a loooong time," sarcastically. He kinda said the same thing. I wanted to tell him that I was his neighbor, but didn't know how to say it.

In retrospect: Camellia wrote an email about seeing Korn, so I was going to tell her that I live next to him.

1 Comments:

Blogger Briggity Brak said...

I completely agree with you about that line, and i think you should throw it into your next song somehow.
emowned.

August 25, 2006 1:40 AM  

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