One Day I Slowly Floated Away.
I like this new Subject game. Extra points if you know who sings the song.
I love the lyrics to the Dixie Chicks song "Not Ready To Make Nice". I know it's about how Natalie and the girls aren't sorry for what they said about Bush and can't forget about their fans turning their backs on them; but it's such an honest representation of what anyone goes through when they've been wronged, even if they don't say it out loud...
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it....
This is the fourth week running that I've missed my statistics lab section. That makes for a solid month of my grade in that class going down for absolutely no reason except that I can't seem to wake up in time for a 7:30 class. I actually slept THROUGH my alarm this morning. I asked Brad to make sure I was awake. (He didn't.) Next week I'm going to have to set TWO alarms.
Jenna's birthday festivities unofficially begin tonight, we're going to Cowboys. I suck at line dancing. We're going to leave it at that.
Tomorrow night we head down to Fort Lauderdale for a weekend of lying on the beach and watching male strippers.
October is the busiest craziest month. But there's so many fun things going on I'm ridiculously excited on a constant basis.
Deniece, I need more information on your McAffair.
Sara, hang in there, creepy pedophiliac teachers usually give out A's.
And everyone else, keep on truckin'
There are so many livejournal "mood" choices that I've never used.
I love the lyrics to the Dixie Chicks song "Not Ready To Make Nice". I know it's about how Natalie and the girls aren't sorry for what they said about Bush and can't forget about their fans turning their backs on them; but it's such an honest representation of what anyone goes through when they've been wronged, even if they don't say it out loud...
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it....
This is the fourth week running that I've missed my statistics lab section. That makes for a solid month of my grade in that class going down for absolutely no reason except that I can't seem to wake up in time for a 7:30 class. I actually slept THROUGH my alarm this morning. I asked Brad to make sure I was awake. (He didn't.) Next week I'm going to have to set TWO alarms.
Jenna's birthday festivities unofficially begin tonight, we're going to Cowboys. I suck at line dancing. We're going to leave it at that.
Tomorrow night we head down to Fort Lauderdale for a weekend of lying on the beach and watching male strippers.
October is the busiest craziest month. But there's so many fun things going on I'm ridiculously excited on a constant basis.
Deniece, I need more information on your McAffair.
Sara, hang in there, creepy pedophiliac teachers usually give out A's.
And everyone else, keep on truckin'
There are so many livejournal "mood" choices that I've never used.