Harley, Harley, Harley...you and I have *so* much in common.
Apart from the - the music, that is. ~ggls a lot~ Hands up who thinks Mik should get it pierced again...*whatever* it was? ~ggls MORE~
I love Cya. I *love* Cya. I love Cya.
I know I keep saying how much I love Val, but....I love Val so much. One day soon I'm gonna have to call her. ~keeps fingers crossed~
~shakes head~ I can't believe how crazy I am about my band. One of the things I'd wanted to say last night but I was just *too* tired...well...one evening in Prague we all went on a boat trip down the river. (Prague doesn't look much better at night, but it couldn't look any worse, so...) I had my walkman practically grafted to my side for the whole week, I was just constantly listening to music, and I had the 'Weird' side of one of asrana's future tapes playing. And we were moving over the water and the first strains of 'Nightboat' came on, and...it was just...perfect. The song and the surroundings went together seamlessly. When there's that big drum/crescendo/thing, the shadow of a huge bridge swallowed the boat whole. We came out into the lights for the chorus. Even the ending went with the cars on the bridge, in the rain. It was *weird*.
I can't believe the way they make me feel. Never mind all the slash and that, never mind the stuff in our heads, the honest-to-goodness *reality* is that they are a band who make me feel like this. It's incredible, completely incredible.
I scare myself. I fucking *scare* myself. ~has little prickles all over her skin~
When I...when I'm being Nick...you'd say I...just made stuff up on the spot. I mean, of course, I never think of it like that, but essentially, if we move briefly and painfully into the Real World for a second or two, I am just making things up.
~closes eyes~ But so many of them are *right*. Things I didn't KNOW! Things I find out afterwards and stare at and go "but how the heck did I know that; I *didn't* know it!"
I mean, it's great an' all, but it *freaks* me out sometimes.
The epilogue of a Linkin Park story that I like very much, even if it's all a little...~maves head from side to side in tennis-match-watching fashion~ It's from the POV of Mr. Mike Shinoda, and...:
Ok, now here I am. I'm a little tired, so I'll make it short. It's, wait a moment... one a.m. now, and Chester's already asleep. In my bed (applause, if you feel like it).
Face down, but there you can see his hair.
I tried to sleep, too, but then I see him there, and my eyes don't want to close, and-
Stop! I think that's enough.
Now go and listen to our music, or something.