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Satan, you know where I lie
Gently I go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
When we were innocent
Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles all confiscated
Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent
This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain't got it right
And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
We were innocent
So....Pre-Registration time for Theatre Majors! After an alarming call from my mom the other night about classes, we created a schedule for the rest of my college career. I am ready for Pre-reg but I am still nervous that not everything is going to work out the way I want it to.
The days have been pretty dull...but, I have been getting back into movie reviewing!! I am going to begin writing movie reviews in my profile to spice things up.
I know nothing exciting..................but whatever!!
One little side note for everyone who reads my journal consistently: The other day when I mentioned the kid with the flowers...well, I went into the dining hall on Monday and there he was seated in the farthest corner of Philbrook sitting by himself. He wasn't even eating, just staring off into space. Today (Tuesday), I saw him in the MUB. He was walking around, slumpped over, clutching his books like the flowers I saw him with the other day! Maybe it's just me....or does this seem weird and depressing?? Maybe its just me!! (Just some observations)
So for now................................................................................................I need something exciting to happen ................................................
Chris Cross, See you later Space Cowboys!
Gently I go into that good night
All our lives get complicated
Search for pleasures overrated
Never armed our souls
For what the future would hold
When we were innocent
Angels, lend me your might
Forfeit all my lives to get just one right
All those colors long since faded
All our smiles all confiscated
Never were we told
We'd be bought and sold
When we were innocent
This prayer is for me tonight
This far down that line and still ain't got it right
And while confessions not yet stated
Our next sin is contemplated
Never did we know
What the future would hold
Or that we'd be bought and sold
We were innocent
So....Pre-Registration time for Theatre Majors! After an alarming call from my mom the other night about classes, we created a schedule for the rest of my college career. I am ready for Pre-reg but I am still nervous that not everything is going to work out the way I want it to.
The days have been pretty dull...but, I have been getting back into movie reviewing!! I am going to begin writing movie reviews in my profile to spice things up.
I know nothing exciting..................but whatever!!
One little side note for everyone who reads my journal consistently: The other day when I mentioned the kid with the flowers...well, I went into the dining hall on Monday and there he was seated in the farthest corner of Philbrook sitting by himself. He wasn't even eating, just staring off into space. Today (Tuesday), I saw him in the MUB. He was walking around, slumpped over, clutching his books like the flowers I saw him with the other day! Maybe it's just me....or does this seem weird and depressing?? Maybe its just me!! (Just some observations)
So for now................................................................................................I need something exciting to happen ................................................
Chris Cross, See you later Space Cowboys!