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Grades will soon be coming out. I'm going to be swell and post them as I receive them, in anticipation of them not being a fetid pile of suck: HWC 205 - Western Civ II: APSYC 310 - Research Methods: A PSYC 360 - Social Psych: APSYC 480 - Independent Study: APHIL 582 - Existentialism: APHIL 670 - Contemporary Ethical Theory: This class is completing an incomplete from many years ago, so won't technically get counted into this semester's GPAThis Semester's GPA: 4.00Overall GPA: 2.24Ending note: My GPA has already shot up by .30. Cheers chris mood:  hopeful
music: : Dream Theater - In The Presense Of Enemies
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Was it really four years ago that John Kerry lost to George W. Bush? Was it really eight years ago that Al Gore 'lost' to George W. Bush? Where has that time gone? It seems that my strongest connection with the passage of time is through the presidential election. Days slowly drip by, and it is only from these presidential elections that I realize that those drops have become an ocean of time. Was it really four years ago that I sat with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fatrageous at Abe and Jake's, coming in with complete optimism and left in horror? Was it really eight years ago that I sat at Henry's, in all of the punkish glory of my blue hair and piercings, ecstatic when I saw Florida called for Gore, and filled with angst when I saw (the first among many there) Florida's call rescinded? How things have changed. How I hope things have changed. chris Tags: america's mistakes, elections, history, kansas, my past, obama, politics
Current Location: Upstairs
mood:  anxious
music: : Opeth - Master's Apprentices
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Name: Ironicality
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January 2009 |
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Have I thanked you for your time,
Or will your life go unrewarded again?
Never asking for a dime,
You just gave all of yourself until I turned my back on you my friend.
The powers that be made you a martyr;
conspiracy led you to slaughter.
I tried to control it, but as soon as I showed it,
I was shot down again.
Once again outnumbered, appreciation slumbered.
You can ask yourself why, 'bout that look in your eye.
Does it pass the test?
You'll be laid to rest, my friend. Again.
Tortured artist bares his soul.
Seems the pressure took its toll.
Lived a life so punishing.
Now he keeps the publishing.
Tearing your guts into a pad and pen.
Communication to your silent friend.
Raising the kinfe to a picture of our life (I once knew),
There comes a time compromising life (just won't do).
I cannot lie, I can't try anymore (to reach you).
I just can't fight: raise the knife, raise the knife, cut through.
I remember once you were the quiet type,
Content to sit and watch the motions of your life.
Your false sensitivity, you cut yourself open so people would adore you.
They all bought into your contrived sincerity,
And how you wore your heart and soul right on your sleave;
Laughing sarcastically, you turned your back on the people who adored you.
Self absorbed exhaustion
Self esteemed extortion
Self induced explusion
Self serving abortion
I'll take the blame for these that I say,
'Cause I have the heart and the will and the courage to stay
Everyday
I won't walk away.
Reading through all the digests you show me,
I notice the way that you think you control.
But doubting my future, you don't even know.
But I never walked out on you!
Raising the knife to a picture of our life (I once knew),
There comes a time compromising my life (just won't do).
I cannot lie, I can't try anymore (to reach you).
I just can't fight, live my life without you. |
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not forward
