"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Sunday, October 21, 2007

What else is new? But wait! Now you get a fun Emily and a squishy Emily for the price of one. Gosh, I hate being full. Drives me crazy.



So, last night Craig picked muh up and we went to the Divide the Sea CD release show (-> screamo, screamo, screamoness by the bye) which was ridiculous and the only band I really liked was the last one we saw because the lead singer was fantastic. Great voice and he was passionate. It was nice. But the real highlight of my night was listening to Craig's stories. I swear, I call into question the truthfulness of every crazy thing he tells me, but, in the end, I'm almost guaranteed to be doubled over laughing. It was pretty (I swear I hate using this word so much. it's lost all its flavor) awkward because neither of us thought to bring anyone. Well, actually Craig tried calling tons of people without any luck.
"I have to clean my house, Craig."
"Hanging out with my parents, Craig."
"Sorry Craig, I have to wash my hair."
"Didn't I tell you, Craig? I don't believe in music."
Needless to say, futile attempts. But I'm glad I went.



Other perks of going to but not getting to see Divide the Sea:

-saw Katherine a.k.a Kat a.k.a.treehugger, Sarah, David a.k.a Kat's Boyfriend, and met this kid named David Allen.

-saw Luke and Michael Wright. hung out with Luke.

-sat on the awesome bcm couches (they're just great)


And....drumroll..........
Craig won a guitar!!!!!

Isn't that crazy? They had this raffle going for it, and...I don't know...we left (Craig's curfew=11) and he got a call from his friend Sarah (pretty sure that's her name) saying that he won. Also, a tad ironic because earlier that night he'd told me about how he'd vowed his eternal destiny to being a rockstar in 6th grade and he kept a journal with song lyrics and things. But that's probly a lie. Or..I really don't know anymore.

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