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Today my friend, KathArine, broke into my Xanga (she promised she never would) and added a song to my site...Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone.  I have wanted to add this song to my Xanga for some time now, and I would like to dedicate this post to her because she made my dream come true.  Now, (with her help) I've added Chingy's Right Thurr.  I'm just going through so much in my life right now, and I've been searching for a song which would describe my feelings.  I found what I've been searching for in Chingy. 

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If you’ve never ridden in a truck, which was being chased by another vehicle whose inhabitants were hurling water balloons at a rocket pace, then you’ve never lived.  No, seriously; you’ve never lived. 

Also, if you’ve never had the opportunity of having someone bite you in front of Flippin-Perrin, I would recommend that you try to find someone who could do such things.  (I've heard a certain lady of EEE is quite proficient).  When biting, I recommend going for either the shoulder or collarbone, both of which can be quite nice.

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This story is dedicated to my long lost friends, Michelle and Paige as well as my roommate of one year, Dave….  The four of us were standing in the lobby of Red Lobster, and I was holding one of those clawed sea creatures above the giant tank so the water would not drip onto the carpet.  Then, we saw her; rather, Katy saw us.  Michelle declared the serendipity of our seeing her to be “beautiful.”  We talked for some time (too long if you ask me), and she informed us that she was living in Grapevine, Texas...and Rockwall.  Go figure.  I zoned out after about 30 seconds.  Since I was holding a lobster, she instructed me on the best way to "handle" a lobster.  I really think she was just trying to “handle” me.  I wanted to tell her, “Listen, I have a girlfriend. Woodja stop!?”  Apparently, you have to lower the lobster into the water slowly, then, after he’s fully immersed, you must bob him up and down in order to expel the air from his lungs.  I was a great “bobber.”  “Good form,” Katy told me.  Paige wanted to touch his claws, but I told her to get her own.  At first, I found this “bobbing” awkward, but Katy said I had great hands for bobbing.  Apparently Katy raises salt water creatures in Texas.  Anyway.  Katy is married with children, eight of them.  Michelle didn’t recognize her; she just kept repeating, “Oh man, Katy, oh man.”  Dave, of course, was asking about her husband (she and Dave had dated a few years back).  He asked to take a picture with her.  Dave likes pictures with hot babes.  Paige just kept saying “sweet” to everything Katy said.  I was so embarrassed.  At one point, I told Paige to cool it.  I mean really.  Katy said, “I’ve worked a double shift today” to which Paige replied, “Sweet.”  I couldn’t wait to get her out of there.  Gosh.  And then on the way home, Michelle saw this guy and laughed at his expense…something about his face…I don’t remember.  Of course, Paige said, “Sweet.”  And of course it really wasn’t sweet.  All in all, a very enjoyable evening.  Dave is still waiting for Malone’s to develop his and Katy’s picture.     

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A week ago, my pals and I decided to be crazy and visit the tracks.  The posse included Dave, Katharine, Lauren, and Meagan.   We rode our bikes (a common midnight activity as of late) to Third Street Baptist and hid them among the playground equipment.  Then we walked down the hill to the tracks and prepared to walk.   I have to admit, when some of the semi-seasoned experts told me what was in store, I chickened.  No way was I going to be run down by a train.  But, I was the only chicken of the group, so I grudgingly followed them.  If you’ve never been to the tracks, then here’s what happens:  You must wait at the train crossing for the train to come by.  Then as soon as it passes, you must begin walking as to not encounter another train while on the tracks.  We walked for about 10 minutes until we came to the bridge that crosses the Caddo.  Once there, you must begin walking across the bridge, making sure to place your feet correctly because falling into the holes between the boards can be deadly!  We walked out upon the bride climbed down between the supporting trusses and sat on the huge concrete support.  I think we must have looked funny.  I know I did.  I was gripping those tracks so hard and moving so slow, almost grandpa-like!  There was plenty of room for the five of us, and I think another five wouldn’t be a problem, though I had enough problems keeping the four from getting too close to the edge!  When you hear the train coming, you move directly under the tracks and wait for the train to pass over...and that's just what we did.  We covered our heads with our jackets as protection from rocks hurled by the train (we looked like a turtles).  After the rush of adrenaline had passed, Katharine asked me if it was good for me.  Yeah, I think it was pretty good, actually.  As you might imagine, the return trip was near identical to our trip out…with one exception:  a policeman was waiting with his flashers on and was spotlighting us.  After everyone else jumped into a patch of briars, I was still walking, oblivious.  With a delayed reaction, I dove into the briars too.  We all had visions of jail and I have to say the whole situation was pretty funny.  A few short and simple words were spoken during this time. There was also some extended dialogue:  Dave, said that he couldn't be caught because he is a Bible major.  Meagan declared that there was no way she was going to run from the cops, "That's a felony, guys.  I'll just sit here and wait for them!"   There were some dogs nearby and the girls (and Dave) thought that they were search dogs hot on our trail.... Anyway, we decided that since the policeman was on the opposite side of the tracks, we would simply wait until the next train came by (it would block his view) and then we would make a run for it.  This was like a movie.  The train was so loud; we couldn't hear anything.  We were all running through the briars and in the mud (Lauren's flip-flop became caught) and after about two minutes, we were no farther than when we started!   We did finally escape (and I'm finally finshed with my post).