...And Excess
With work leaning toward 30 hours a week and classwork tightening as the semester's end nears, time is not on my side. Andrea and I have seen enough of each other the past few weeks, despite these rough edges and personal issues that have become major problems lately. I don't know. I often get the feeling neither of us is really truly happy with the way things are going. I know I'm not. But what can you do but look for a rooftop to hide away under until the storm passes? I desperately want to see the sun. I haven't had any time to play WoW or update the poetry site which really bugs me, but I can't really do anything about it. The second half of this weekend might be good for that, though. Classes next semester are up in the air - difficult material, but good professors. We'll see what I actually get into. Want to thank Joel and Swanson for helping me out Tuesday night... that was not my proudest moment. Something about this week... it's like a long narrow hallway with no lights and no windows. I just want to get out but I can't find my way, and the next forty feet don't look promising either. I don't expect pity, just a voice.
"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry"
"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair
Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair
So throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot
You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see
You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me
So gather 'round piggies and kiss this goodbye
I'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry"