Last night in Virginia...I am so ready for this.

I've spent the last hour or so having a lively discussion with Champe...it's good to catch up with people...and I've missed the high-level wit that I spent most of my senior year with, lol!

I SWEAR I'M NOT BECOMING MORMON, PEOPLE!!!

Here's some lyrics I wrote that I thought I'd share before I shut this computer down and head for bed:

"Excuse This Time"
I'm too sick, and I'm too busy
I'm too human, and I've been too selfish
lately, I've had too much on my plate and
I just can't keep up

That's my excuse this time, God
That's the excuse this time.

I'd pride myself on a cursed perfection
a blind division of sight
I'm not perfect, but to demand is truth
and how could I afford to stop?

Here are the standards that we can't meet
but I'll strive to my enivitable defeat
I'll keep my eyes on a prize that won't comfort
and pretend one day I'll value this dirt
Long days lead to sobering nights where find
that my pride and lies all unwind
(That's my excuse this time, God
that's my excuse this time
That's my excuse this time, God
that's the infallible excuse, right on time)
Strive to standards that I can't meet...
I refuse to be pulled down in defeat...
But this envisioned prize gives us no comfort...
(excuse this time...)
dirt, dirt, dirt...

My only comfort is this around my neck
I should pay the price but I don't have the check
All I can say is that I'm forgiven, and so are you
and He'll treat you I lot better than I do

That's my excuse this time, God
that's the excuse this time

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"Could"
I resent you because you're too familiar
I look at you and it could have been a mirror
Not that you could have been me
but I could have given up so easily

You had a hard life, isn't that special?
I feel pity, but sneer at you as well
Being abused wasn't your fault
But you let it destroy and take you apart.

And I know these trials all too true
I've spent the last month fighting the same battles with you
I refused to be the failure I was taken for
While you threw your self-esteem through the floor.

I would pay money to see you rise up against me
Prove me wrong and make a place in this society
But until you see yourself as more than the whore
My respect is lost, and wasted you'll be taken for

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Anyways, check back here tomorrow...once I get settled in to my apartment I'll post for all to read...I'm sure that I'll have plenty of blog-worthy content after the journey, hehe. So yes, pray for me that I can make it from Concourse F to Concourse C in 40 minutes in Chicago.

Song of the Day: Alanis Morissette - "Unprodigal Daughter"
Unprodigal daughter and I'm heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I'd invite you but I'm busy being unoppressed