TorturedArtist00:  i figured it out\

Moonfire142005:  Huh? Figured what out?

TorturedArtist00:  how youre sexy

TorturedArtist00:  youre like..the freakin embodiment of music

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TorturedArtist00:  somehow or another youre just like..musical. theres just this melody to the way you speak and move, its like youre a song

TorturedArtist00:  and its very sexy 

Moonfire142005:  ....Are you trying to hit on me or something? 

TorturedArtist00:  lol nope

Moonfire142005:  That's amazing. Why do you think that?

TorturedArtist00:  i dont. i feel it and hear it

This made my day, Burton. I love you.  

One question....If I'm a song, what kind of song am I? 

"The phoenix takes time to be reborn from ash and must be slowly introduced to the flame..."

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away..."

"How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity!"

"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them..."

"The purpose of poetry is not to state the meaning, but rather to suggest it; not to tell, but picture; not to inform, but to lure the reader to create for himself; not to speak, but to sing..."

"You expect a phoenix, yet you offer chicken feed..."

"Love needs not be understood, only accepted."

"Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again...However far away, I will always love you...However long I stay, I will always love you...Whatever words I say, I will always love you..."

"If I feared Hell, I'd go to church."

"I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray...The more I think of you, the stranger it feels..."

Alright, so my advice for the year is...Chicks, don't take a date to Prom. Guys, that's cool, if you treat the chick right. There's a story behind that one, don't ask about it because it gets me mad...And there's nothing worse than when a fake redhead gets mad.

Or in Burton's case, all four of the chicks.

So today was my birthday. I'm FINALLY 16. Crap, I've waited for so long. Now people can say, "What?? You're only 16??"

And obviously, I'm sexy. When this sudden sexiness occurred, I have absolutely no idea. It's still a mystery to me. To Burton, I'm "musician-sexy", which is kinda odd, seeing as how I'm not a musician (yet). And Mouse can't explain to me, and he gets kinda frustrated because I make comments about every little thing he says....It's quite funny.

I'M GETTING AN ACOUSTIC GUITAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY!

Burton is gonna help me pick it out, it's gonna be great. He's also gonna teach me to play, which is absolutely great.

I owe Burton a lot. He's really great. I mean, he doesn't have to teach me to play guitar or burn me CDs or any of that stuff....He chooses to. And that's what's amazing.

Someone asked me if I liked him as more than a friend, and I couldn't answer. I still can't answer.

Everyone needs a Burton in their life.

Ahhh...................I just love shopping.

I know, it's not something I'd say, but...I actually love shopping. I'm not one of those shop-a-holics that have to buy everything in sight, but..shopping is great. Especially when you haven't gone shopping in a while..And when the guy that works at the store is pretty cute and kinda cool.

Too bad he's almost 30.

Hot Topic is my favorite store in the world. I just spent $215 in a matter of an hour or so. Isn't that crazy? I knew I had a control problem.

Oh, and did I mention that that $215 was WITH a 15% discount?

I got a lot of things, though. I got two packages of earrings, the continuous hoop deals where a ball is in the middle, you know? About three armbands, one CD (sorry, Burton, I had to), and about a million shirts.

Okay, so if you know me, you'll know that that "about a million shirts" thing is a complete exaggeration. That would be an insane amount of shirts. Even I'm not that stupid.

Oh, and I got Red the Fraggle.

I am so tired. Maybe it was the shopping, maybe it was the huge 4-inch-stack shoes I wore yesterday. Who knows, really.

Oh, I must share with you guys the escapades of hall-walking. It'll be funny, I promise.

One day, while walking from 2nd period with a guy from my Chorus class, BJ, I passed by [insert guy's name here]. Now, I've noticed this guy looking at me whenever he passes by me. Kinda creepy that a guy checks me out, but that's not the point of the story, now, is it?

So I walked past this guy. While walking past, I realize that...THIS GUY WAS TOTALLY CHECKING OUT MY BOOBS AS I WALKED BY HIM!

Now, contrary to what most chicks feel, I don't really care if guys look at my boobs. It's nothing worth getting mad over. I mean, they're kinda hard to miss.

It's not the fact that this guy was checking me out, per se, it's the fact that he wasn't even inconspicuous about it. I think it's pretty hilarious when a chick catches a guy checking her out. Especially when that chick is me. It's like a double-whammy.

I wonder how he felt. Was he embarrassed because I caught him? Hm..

Another hilarious thing that happened....My sister Amy handed me my mail today....How about I got a letter to be in a Miss Teen Tennessee pageant. I almost peed my pants laughing. Holy shit.

I believe that I should show up to that audition, all gothica (chick-gothic) and stuff...They'd be like, "Uh, I'm sorry, we just filled up.."

That would be freaking hilarious.