Dixie currently feels:

Loving

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Although I may be disallowed to keep in contact with Emily through instant messenger - there is no restrictions on sending e-mails.

We're both fast typers, we're both quick thinkers - it's only a fraction of a second slower than using instant messenger.

Of course, I am a fickle sort.

It does not seem the same.

Though, I am rather satisfied...

Emily has been reading my blogs.

She has been commenting too.

This one will be specifically for her, and anybody else who gets a mention here.

Oooookay, this is weird...

When I inserted my smiley for my "Dixie is currently feeling:" - it has become suspended at the top of this page... On the blue background, above the advert.

...I wonder why it wants to be up there?

Oh well, if it doesn't want to be included in my blog, then so be it.

I shan't judge.

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Last week, I finally got a parcel I'd been expecting long before Christmas.

A present from Emily.

What a great way to wake up - I thought, as soon as I'd lifted up the white box that had been placed down beside my pillow.

After the extreme struggle of removing all the annoying sellotape - I got into it, and I was greeted with the carefully aligned and thoughtfully chosen array of gifts.

Along with a handful of smiley marbles (w00t, SMILEYS), a packet of five-flavour Lifesavers, a squishably soft cuddly moose and a painstakingly written letter - were two shirts.

This way, I can feel Emily's love upon my skin every time I wear them.

So there's the first.

It's a little creased, but I've been wearing it for two days now.

The motif reads: "Every great idea I have - GETS ME IN TROUBLE."

Emily openly admitted to me, that she saw the shirt on sale, and it instantly made her think of me.

I agree - to be perfectly honest.

I'm the unfortunate sort, I'll plan out a perfect plot - and I'll fall flat on my face half-way through it.

It also seems to link well with my persona character within a story we're working on.

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In November of 2007 - around one month after we both began talking - Emily suggested the idea of a collaberation fiction.

I'd wrote alongside another person before, over instant messenger - and I'd greatly enjoyed it.

Thinking to myself that we both had a passion for writing, something we'd both enjoyed doing separatley... And, seeing as how we shared almost everything else in common...

I decided to give it a go.

At first, I didn't think we'd make much of it.

A couple pages, maybe?

Fifty?

Ten chapters, perhaps?

A year and three months later - we're on the 98th chapter, and the 527th page.

(SIZE TEN...)

The story is entitled 'Fire of Glory' - and, to explain it briefly; it's the tale of two teenage girls who meet together accidentally - both are repelled from each other, but they are both then forced to stick together to cope with everything that seems to be thrown at them.

The two characters, of course, are based off Emily and myself.

They're basically us - injected with a little bit more confidence, and given a special fighting ability each, which neither of us; at any point in our lives, would be able to do.

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So there's the second one.

- Yes, I did change my glasses. I have two pairs.

I don't know which pair I like best, however.

One day, when I was browsing Bearshare for more music to download - I typed in the keyword "Emily", remembering a Bowling For Soup song I'd heard recently on the radio.

But also, appeared on the list of searches:

See Emily Play - Pink Floyd.

With a double click, and thirteen seconds of waiting (yes, Bearshare is fast for me, it seems) - the song had planted itself within my downloads folder.

I clicked it twice, watching it appear within my Windows Media Player.

Instantly, the song was a success with me - a gentle, soothing melody, with a slightly melancholy set of guitar riffs; coupled with the strongly emotive lyrics, sang beautifully by Mr. Syd Barret.

"Soon after dark, Emily cries."

"Float on a river, forever and ever - Emily... Emily---"

"Emily tries, but misunderstands..."

Many lines contained within, seemed to fit so well with MY Emily - as well as Mr. Barret's Emily.

As soon as she became aware of my obsession with said song - Emily had to put up with my constant demands of: "Emily, GIVE ME BACK MY DREAMS."

("She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams 'till tomorrow.")

It's all down to Emily that I even discovered Pink Floyd, and started liking them. :)

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"SLOW RIDE... TAKE IT EASY..."

"OOOOOH... BARRACUDA!"

"I.... WANNA ROCK AND ROLL, ALL NITE!"

"NOW I SHALL RAIN BLOOD!"

"HELL AND FIRE WERE SWORN TO BE RELEASED!"

Is it possible to become a Guitar Hero NERD?

Yes, I WILL lick my fret buttons!

They taste like (Raining) blood, and fretful sweat.

Gettit? FRET-ful?

I really like that photo, for some reason.  

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Emily... You have my heart.

Until you can collect it from me, I'll keep it warm for you - right here in my arms.