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| I have started a new Xanga. I decided it was time to shed this one and start fresh. Also, it synchronizes my username across sites.
New site is: spiraledflaw
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| Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than
The last one that I knew about
Oh well
And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than
The last one that I found
Oh well
And this old man in front of me
Wearing canes and ruby rings
It's like a dang explosion when he sings
And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing
Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well
And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Now my mind is filled with
Rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
"There's nothing left for me to tell you"
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well
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| It turns out that I will not have to withdraw from my class. I actually may still be able to pull off an A, but I'll be happy with a B. All that is left at this point is our research paper, which has to be five pages long.
Yesterday I went to my old job (Tobacco Superstore) and found out I had two paychecks sitting there for me. Then I went across the street to my other old job (Friday's) and found out I had four paychecks waiting for me there. All in all, I walked away with $525 that I didn't know I had coming. So maybe I'll have a new stereo in my car sooner than I thought. Actually we've decided to go through insurance about it, so it'll still be a while.
PS. The Broker by John Grisham is a really good book (first Grisham book I've read).
PSS. I've decided to change my major from Psychology to Public Administration. I don't lose any classes by changing to that, so I'll still have my associates after Spring semester next year. Also, an internship is part of it, so that might be interesting. Public Admin is basically a mix of psychology, sociology, economics, and politcal science. The career possibilities are as endless for having an MPA as for having an MBA, thus it should be a better path for me to take. I can finally put myself in a position to change things in the world around me, however modest those changes may be.
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| To add to my hatred of Memphis... Sunday night, my new car gets broken into at work and the new $220 dollar stereo that I installed myself a week ago has been stolen. The door handle/lock will cost $270 to fix, and I just paid $200 to fix the blinkers and brake lights. So, within a week my car has cost me $700.
Oh, and I'm 98% sure I'm going to have to withdraw from the class I'm taking this summer. So, that was a waste of $354 unless my teacher cuts me even more slack than she already has. Bringing the grand total of lost money to about $1000 within a week.
I deleted my MySpace, because it's a poorly coded and completely nonintuitive piece of shit and the only "friend" I really kept in touch with on it can be contacted through phone, SMS, email, or Facebook. So, why keep the MySpace? The only thing interesting it has are profile songs, but you can only play what the band members have posted (assuming that band has a profile), and it's shitty quality, and it gets really annoying after a while (cuz everyone sets theirs to play automatically when you load their page).
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| Fuck trains. Fuck Memphis and fuck trains. I'm so fucking sick of being stuck at a fucking railroad crossing for the sole reason that the fucking train decided it would stop for no fucking reason and just sit there, blocking traffic during rush hour. Is traffic not bad enough during rush hour or something? Who the fuck uses trains anymore anyway. Fuck trains. Fuck Memphis for having train tracks running all throughout the busiest parts of the entire fucking city. I leave early, yet I still miss what I was trying to get to, because of the God damned fucking train stopping on the God damned fucking tracks for no God damned fucking reason. Fuck! Two Xanax later and I'm still fuming. The world is a fat lazy whore that needs to be fucking dismembered and burned to fucking ashes.
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