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Yes, that is who you think it is [Oct. 30th, 2005|05:34 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |enthralledenthralled]
[music |Death Cab]

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I can't recall enjoying myself any more than I did at the Death Cab for Cutie show Friday. As if it weren't enough already that I finally had the opportunity to see my favorite band of all time play live, I also got to meet the man of my dreams. Ben Gibbard. John and I were at the venue incredibly early, so we walked around it while the roadies were unloading all the merchandise and equiptment. I looked behind me and saw Ben, and I swear the world stopped for 5 seconds. I awkwardly called him "Mr. Gibbard" and asked if I could take my picture with him. He said, "Absolutely." Then as he was walking away he said, "By the way, call me Ben. Mr. Gibbard is my dad." I vaguely heard what he said, John had to repeat it. For anyone who doesn't know me that well, and thinks it is odd that I got so worked up over meeting Ben Gibbard, my myspace listed only four people I would like to meet, and he was the first on the list.
I took home the set list, this is it:
Marching Bands of Manhattan
The New Year
Why You'd Want to Live Here
Title and Registration
Photobooth (much to my surprise and delight)
Soul Meets Body
Summer Skin
For What Reason
Company Calls
Crooked Teeth
Different Names for the Same Thing
A Movie Script Ending (also much to my delight)
What Sarah Said
Brothers on a Hotel Bed
Expo '86
The Sound of Settling
I Will Follow You Into the Dark (John's favortie song)
Tiny Vessels
Transatlanticism (one of my favorites)

Before the show started, a few people looked through the glass doors to see Death Cab rehearse, so I went over to have a peek, and Nick, the bassist, was sitting down on the stage and he saw me and started laughing, and then he pointed, so I waved. A little while later, they shut the doors. The show itself was incredible. They played so many of their old songs. I had cold chills when they played "What Sarah Said" because when Ben was singing "So who's gonna watch you die?", they were slowly moving a blue spotlight throughout the entire auditorium, across all the people on the balcony. It was beautiful. Everything was beautiful and perfect. I danced through almost every song, especially "The Sound of Settling." They are even better live. Ben's voice is so pure and not once out of key. My only disappointment was that they didn't play "Company Calls: Epilogue," which is by far my favorite song, but maybe next time. The opening band was really good too, and I didn't expect them to be with a name like "Stars". I expected a typical pop-punk band, but they had a violinst, trumpet player, keyboardist, and male and female lead singers. They were dancey/atmospheric/folk, and I really enjoyed it. I was so glad that my pictures turned out as well as they did. The picture lady at Wal-Mart asked me if Ben was my dad, and I laughed a lot. I don't care if he is twice my age. I think he is the greatest man on Earth, second only to John for taking me to see them. I cannot thank him enough for taking me. I felt so optimistic and so revived during the show. I cannot wait to go to college. I cannot wait to make new friends. And I cannot wait to act. It was nice to be able to shake off the monotony of school and routine. It was so beautiful. I will never forget it.
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I was in the second row, right in front of Ben
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Stars joined Death Cab in Transatlanticism with "I need you so much closer"
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So I stole this from Austin's journal.... [Jan. 24th, 2005|10:26 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
You're the Tortured Intellectual!
Take What sort of Hipster are you? today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Personality Test Generator.</p>
You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you're coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You're obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.
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(no subject) [Oct. 31st, 2004|03:13 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |confusedconfused]

Friday night we had the field show, and we played and marched horribly, but we looked cute! Alex got tickets to see Dashboard and Soco, and I'm a little jealous, but happy for him.

Halloween was awesome! Andy drove Stephanie, Mary, and I to the Catacombs, a haunted house, in Evansville. I am scared of being scared, so they quite literally had to drag me out of the van and into the courthouse. I was freaking out by the time I saw the basement door. Andy had to practically shove me down the stairs. It was really dark and people kept banging on pipes, and I started hyperventilating. Mary had to remind me how to breathe. I caught my breath, and every time Mary let go of me I screamed "I DON'T FEEL SECURE!!" haha. I think I remember screaming the Hail Mary once or twice. Stephanie had her eyes closed almost the entire time. It would have been better if I had a guy to cling to (Andy doesn't count, he's practically my brother). We were probably in there 20 minutes, and I was proud of myself for not crying or curling up in the fetal position and refusing to move.

I was lector at church this morning, and I think my uncle's visitations are today.

~Katie Marie

P.S. If I'm not on here for ages it's because my computer is crashing. I think it has to do with Bear Share, which I was forced to delete last night. *sigh* I'm too cheap to buy cds!
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(no subject) [Oct. 28th, 2004|09:37 pm]
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[mood |disappointeddisappointed]
[music |I've had "Rock the Casbah" stuck in my head all day!!]

I just learned that my uncle passed away today. He had a heart attack while golfing, and he was pretty young. I think it is so strange. I can't really believe it yet. I mean, I wasn't super close to him or anything, but he was probably one of the nicest people on my mom's side of the family. He and his sons used to tease me when I was a little girl by calling "Betty". I would call him "Da Fada" because he had so many kids, and I couldn't say my "th's". Hell, I think the last time I saw him he still called me Betty, and that was this Summer. I feel so bad for his 8 kids, and wife, Sarah. A lot of people on my mom's side are really fake, but he was one of the most genuine people I know, and I think we'll all miss that.

There is no way I can see Dashboard or Something Corporate now. *sigh* I tried everything. Mary and I even devised this ingenuis plan where we would pay her friend Kurt, who goes to UK, to drive us up there. Plus, he loves dashboard, but my parents won't let me go with anyone, period. We even considered just sneaking off. I told Alex he should go though.

That reminds me...I miss Ryan a lot. He was one of my best friends last year, sometimes even my best, and I just miss that. We've grown so far apart this year, and it's mostly because of him playing football. I just wish some things never changed.

On a brighter note: I get to dress up like a pirate tommorow night, and perform at the band show during half time. Argh.
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AHHHHH!!!!! [Oct. 27th, 2004|08:21 pm]
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[mood |determineddetermined]

DASHBOARD IS PLAYING WITH SOMETHING CORPORATE IN COLUMBUS,OH!!!!!! Tickets don't even go on sale until this Friday, so I could still get great seats, and it's only $22!!! I want to go more than I've ever wanted anything in my life! I just told my mom I would give her all my money (close to $100) and let that be my entire birthday/christmas present, and she still won't take me. She says it's too far. I swear if anyone who can drive would take me I would personally pay you.
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Remember the last time I told you I love you, it was warm and safe in our perfect world [Oct. 26th, 2004|09:07 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |apatheticapathetic]
[music |The Cure "There is No If"]

I know not what they mean~tears from the depth of some divine despair~rise in the heart, and gather in the eyes~in looking on the happy autumn fields~and thinking of the days that are no more.---Alfred Lord Tennyson "The Princess"

I found this quote in the back of The Cure's "Bloodflowers" cd booklet. I thought it was beautiful. If Adam gave me anything it was an appreciation for Tennyson, Shelly, and Keats. Katie, this reminded me of the post you made a couple weeks ago; the one regarding how much you miss this Summer, and how much things have changed between people you care about. I can relate.
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I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall [Oct. 3rd, 2004|03:33 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]

Our homeshow was fun. I think it was a good run for us. We didn't get a distinguished, much to my relief. (I didn't want to practice over Fall Break) The band I hosted, Lyon County, cheered for me. I was happy. Alex came, which was very sweet, considering it was freezing; I didn't even get to talk to him because I had to stay with my band. I was running a fever earlier today because I think I got sick from the cold weather. Cold is an understatement though.

What is the address of your poetry journal? I can't find it anywhere.

Wow! That's so cool we have the same birthday, so does Mary.

I guess I was pretty vague, but I was trying to say that I don't understand how and why people are such hypocrites. It depresses me to see people lie to themselves and everyone else. It's a shame Nader didn't get to participate in the Presidential Debate.
P.S. You're not a dork
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It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car, when the first star you see may not be a star... [Sep. 30th, 2004|11:04 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]

The Catcher in the Rye was absolutely terrible. I didn't even finish it. I read half of it, and I was too bored to finish. However, I did read "Autobiography of a Face" which is an excellent, hauntingly beautiful memoir of woman's battle with cancer, tracking her life from a young girlhood to adulthood. Actually, the book didn't have all that much to do about cancer; it was more, but I just can't really describe it. The author died on my birthday: December 18th 2002. I tried to remember how I celebrated my birthday two years ago. I think it was a small slumber party or something. The only thing I really remember clearly about that birthday is waking up. Strange. When I read that she died on my birthday I thought: when I woke up that morning, that brilliant young writer had just died. It seemed so long ago. I think I've changed a lot in two years, so have many of my friends. There are some people who came into my life in the past two years who I think have shaped me into the person I've become. I'm not trying to say I've turned into something great; I haven't, but I'm just different than I was. I'm not exactly sure how, maybe it's because I have a strong sense of who I am now as apposed to back then.

I feel kind of lonely tonight. I'm not really sure why. Well, I kind of am, but I don't want to discuss it on here. I'm still trying to figure people out, but it's useless. You can never figure people out. You can never know their motives and why they did and said the things they did unless you are that person. And even then, most people never even know their true motives. People are so complex. I think I agree with the great Anthony De Mello when he said: We do not love people; we love our idea of that person. I wonder what some people's idea of me is. I suppose they vary, and I guess it doesn't really matter, but I'm curious. Well, it is 11:24 and if I don't go to bed soon I'll die.

Katie Marie
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I wake up and think dreams are real; I sleep so I don't have to feel [Sep. 22nd, 2004|07:03 pm]
Wait...they don't love you like I love you
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Armor for Sleep "Dream to Make Believe"]

I know I haven't posted in ages. I've been rediculously busy, so let me start with what I remember clearly. Homecoming went much better than anticipated. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't worried I wouldn't have a good time with Alex or anything. I was more worried about him enjoying himself than anything, which he did. It was nice. It really was. I think maybe he is opening up a teensy bit more.

Hmm...what else? Saturday. Saturday was another field show, at Hancock County. We would have placed second (over Ballard Co.), but some judge had to give us a 57 in music! 57!! We had 70's and 80's in everyhing else, so naturally or score was lower than last weeks. I couldn't believe it. Total dick.

I don't remember too much about Sunday. I went to Lourdes though, and I felt great afterwards because Fr. Meredith is awesome. My mom took me to Books-A-Million. I searched everywhere for a book that I am pretty sure is called Bright Lights, to no avail. Adam loved it. I know, I know, he is a compulsive liar and insensitive bastard, and I should be over him by now, but I'll give him credit for good taste.

Monday was pretty cool. We had an academic meet at Muhlenburg North, and I got to see my Ohio County friends (mainly just Alissa and Alex, Greg's sister and friend). It was kind of sad, you know, without Greg there this year and all. JV team won all 3 games, which is a record for us (thanks to Austin). I tied for 3rd in Arts and Humanities, which was surprising because I scored considerably lower than I normally do on practice tests.

I don't remember anything about Tuesday. Strange. I'm reading Catcher in the Rye now. It's okay. Actually, I don't really remember much about today either; I guess because nothing memorable really happened. Band Practice. That's about it. I might get to host a band at our home show next Sat (Hancock Co. is preferable).

With All My Love,
Katie Marie
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I'll dream the dreamer's lie where everything is okay [Sep. 16th, 2004|07:28 pm]
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[mood |peacefulpeaceful]
[music |The Lyndsey Diaries]

Did anyone else see that glorious sunset? It had to have been the most breath-taking sky I've ever seen. The clouds were so beautiful, it looked like a watercolor painting.

My day was fairly nice. I'm Sophomore reporter! I had to sit at the Spanish club table with Mary, and hand out magnets and flyers for Mexican Independence Day. Mrs. Futrell made us play terrible, terrible Spanish music for the whole cafeteria to hear. It was so humiliating. Mary wore an actual lime green Mexican pancho; it was funny.

Lelia (Greg's girlfriend) and I have been emailing eachother. I would think it would be awkward, but we get along super. She's so nice.

Homecoming is tommorow! I'm so excited. I just really, really want Alex to have a great time. That's the only thing I'm worried about. I went to his church last night. I liked it.

I've almost finished Animal Farm. That book is pretty good. I love satires.
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