01 December 2004 [3:38pm]

Let me reiterate this statement. I love The Matches.

I wore one of my sleeveless hoodies that I made to the show last night. The one with The Matches on it. Shawn said "Your shirt is rad." & took a picture with his camera. Turns out he's the one that drew the picture. I just ironed it on. So bottom line, Shawn is rad for drawing it. Rad. Heh, what a word.

People watching. Notice, Shawn swamped with smitten girls impressed by Shawns gorgeous features or talent or both, while Jons hair is a walking landmark waiting to attract swarming fans. With the slight turn of my head, Justin is off in a corner with beer at hand talking to Christian & seemingly undistracted by fans. Matt is nowhere to be seen, again. No one bothers the relatively normal looking ones.

In an earlier conversation with Justin, I asked where Matt was, considering I've seen the band play several shows now & still my only close encounter with Matt would be me in the crowd & him on stage. Justin tells me, Matts probably putting his drums away. Then we part. Enter Raychel. Points to a corner to point out ghetto-looking-white-boys with long-white-dress-looking-tshirts. Unable to find these boys that she spoke of, I turn around trying to scope them out for maybe a good chuckle, or just to be mean & insult them from afar. Corner of my eye, Justin notices me looking for someone or something. A short while later, he brings Matt over to introduce to me. What a sweetheart.

Hold up. Did you just fart? ...'cause baby you just blew me away. The pick up line I used on The Matches & several of the Victory Twin kids. & each reaction priceless... especially Josh.

...& I have no work today. But I have a psych paper to write. Rather, I'm going to take a nap because these eyes are heavy & I can't hold them up any longer.

ps. don't bother trying to call my phone. i don't have one anymore. 'chain me free...'

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