-well, school starts back up next week. can't say i'm too excited about it but at least i have only a few sememsters left there before i transfer. i swear to god i'll be in school until i'm 84 years old. 
-the roommate is so getting on my nerves lately. he does nothing but sit around and play final fantasy online all day. and i'm not exaggerating about this. he gets home from work at 5pm and plays it from then until 2am. it's getting ridiculous. he does nothing around the house. no cleaning, no washing of dishes, no shopping, and when he does do his laundry he leaves it all in the dryer until i do mine so i can take his shit out of the dryer for him. the other day when i made dinner he went so far as to complain that he had to stop playing his game to eat. anyone wanna move in?
-enough bitching...time to go start cooking.
tonight's dinner:
grilled fillet mignon with a garlic horseradish butter.
roasted red potatoes Herbes de Provence.
spinach and roasted red pepper salad with balsamic vinagrette.
p.s. - leave me a testimonial or get a beating.
listening to: anthrax - i'm the man
reading: my school textbooks
hoping: the yankees can keep the red sox at bay for the next few weeks.
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-here's a little song that i'm surprised not more people are quoting or more stations are playing in these times:
"Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead "
-Bob Dylan
-the roommate is so getting on my nerves lately. he does nothing but sit around and play final fantasy online all day. and i'm not exaggerating about this. he gets home from work at 5pm and plays it from then until 2am. it's getting ridiculous. he does nothing around the house. no cleaning, no washing of dishes, no shopping, and when he does do his laundry he leaves it all in the dryer until i do mine so i can take his shit out of the dryer for him. the other day when i made dinner he went so far as to complain that he had to stop playing his game to eat. anyone wanna move in?
-enough bitching...time to go start cooking.
tonight's dinner:
grilled fillet mignon with a garlic horseradish butter.
roasted red potatoes Herbes de Provence.
spinach and roasted red pepper salad with balsamic vinagrette.
p.s. - leave me a testimonial or get a beating.
listening to: anthrax - i'm the man
reading: my school textbooks
hoping: the yankees can keep the red sox at bay for the next few weeks.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
-here's a little song that i'm surprised not more people are quoting or more stations are playing in these times:
"Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead "
-Bob Dylan
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Haha. Someone totally pointed this out to me today.