<strong>Erin Ramsey</strong><br/><br/><em>'All this time / We wait on a shallow line / For a martyr to save our lives / He can't~' </em><br/><br/>I frickin' love that song. What I don't love so much is this drive. Why didn't anyone call me to do some carpooling or something? I mean, my car is completely empty right now and I have to belt my music just to keep myself awake. God, I really need to get out of this metal can. Okay, maybe I should be a little fairer - a 2006 Honda Accord isn't a metal can as much as anything else on the market. I'll have to remember to thank mom when I get home for the nice gift.<br/><br/>Someone also could have told me it as going to frickin' chilly. My skin tight Lulu' pants aren't doing a whole lot to help in the whole staying warm department. It keeps my bum looking like a gift from above, though. Snow boots weren't that big of an issue, as pink, faux fur-lined, DC boots covered my feet and ran all the way up to my knees.<br/><br/><em>'Let us in! / Let us in! / We can't find shelter in time!'</em><br/><br/>First time I heard this song was during an Arsenal soccer match. Well, I wasn't there, but my mom really taught me to appreciate the team. Henry is a dream boat. That's half the reason why I'm coming to this cottage wearing my Arsenal jersey. The other half? It looks absolutely amazing on me. Modest, huh? Whatever! The driveway to the cottage is just around the corner. There were other cars there, one that looks a lot like Kelly's. I'm so glad she's here... I can at least talk a little sports with the cheerleader.<br/><br/>Pulling in behind the car that was there, I could see that there were some of the other girl's at the front door, including my beloved cheerleader. Cutting the engine, I grabbed my duffel bag of clothing and other delights from the back seat, slung it over my shoulder, and booked it to the door. "Hey girls! Anyone coming to the door or are we going to freeze our asses off out here?"<br/>