I'd Feel at Home if they let me join the army -- Billy Murray (1917)

Some men are getting married so they won't be called to war.
But if they want to dodge it what do they get married for?
It takes about a year or more to train a soldier right.
A year of married life will make them all know how to fight.

Oh give me a gun and away I run to fight the foreign foe.
I'm not afraid that shot and shell will harm me.
For ever since I took a wife I've been in battles all my life.
And I'd feel at home if they let me join the army.

They'll have to force the single men to go to war I fear.
The married men all want to go, they always volunteer.
It takes the bravest of the brave to bear the battles brunt.
That's why they always find the married men way out in front.

Oh give me a gun and away I run to fight the foreign foe.
The sound of rifle fire would not alarm me.
For since my wife had twins you see.
Tonight I lead the infantry.
And I'd feel at home if they let me join the army.

Since I got married my wife charges everything to me.
But I'd reverse the charges and I'd charge the enemy.
I'm always on the firing line, of that there is no doubt.
When she invites her company I'm always mustered out.

Oh give me a gun and away I run to fight the foreign foe.
A zip up in the airplanes would charm me.
Since I got married, I declare, I've always been up in the air.
And I'd feel at home if they let me join the army.

My house is a recruiting station for her family.
They're first in war and first in feat and first for lunch you see.
Now I present to anything and everything I get.
But like a gallant army they have not retreated yet.

Oh give me a gun and away I run to fight the foreign foe.
The life out in the trenches would'nt harm me.
They maul but I am used to that.
I'm living in a Harlem flat.
And I'd feel at home if they let me join the army.

Hotel California -- The Eagles

On a dark desert highway.
Cool wind in my hair.
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance.
I saw a shimmering light.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim.
I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway.
I heard the mission bell.
And I was thinking to myself, this could be heaven or this could be hell.
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way.
There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say,
Welcome to the Hotel California.
Such a lovely place.
Such a lovely place.
With such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the hotel california.
Anytime of year.
Any time of year.
You can find it hear.

Her mind is Tiffany Twisted.
She gots the Mercedez Benz.
She gots a lot of pretty pretty boys she calls friends.
How they dance in the court yard.
Sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget.
So I called up the captain, please bring me my wine.
He said, we haven't had that spirit here since 1969.
And still those voices are calling from far away.
Wake you up in the middle of the night, just to hear them say.
Welcome to the hotel california.
Such a lovely place.
Such a lovely place.
With such a lovely face.
They're living it up at the hotel California.
What a nice surprise.
What a nice surprise.
Bring your alibies.
Mirrors on the ceiling.
The pink champagne on ice.
Ad she said, we are all just prisoners here, of our own device.
And in the masters chambers, they gathered for the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast.
Last thing I remember, I was, running for the door.
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.
Relax said the night man, we are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

So, last night was eventful. It seems that I scared some of you. I hope not too much because that wasn't my intention. Anyway, it can't even be classified as a fender-bender because my car and I suffer the same affliction: we both have hard heads. Well, an tracter-trailer decided to side-swipe me and then proceeded to ram me from behind. My rear panel is unnoticably bent and one of my light covers is broken but that's about it. No, my neck doesn't hurt. And no, I don't think I'm suffering whip-lash. It was what happened afterwards that scared the crap out of me. That other accident was bad. I've never been that close to such an accident before. Anyway, I rendered assistance and found it that it might have been my fault. Some guy decides to help me, but stops on the freeway and tries to back up. The other truck didn't see him in time and the rest is history. The tracter-trailer guy split as soon as HPD got there. I stuck around to give information. My mom was more scared than I was. She told me this morning that she didn't get to sleep until 2am. It was more of disbelief rather than injury that freaked me out. Hell, I went to sleep thinking about the events. It's kind of crappy to lay there, wondering about the things that MIGHT have happened. Andres made the comment about my car being super small and a tracter-trailer being super large. That's not a pretty picture to think about because he's right. Anyway, happy to be alive and breathing. So, for all whom I scared, I apologize and DRIVE SAFE!!!!!!

Bohemian Rhapsody -- Queen (imcomplete)
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide to escape from reality.
Open your eyes.
Look up to the sky and see.
I'm just a poor boy.
I need no simpathy.
Because I'm easy come, easy go.
Little high, little low.
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.
To me.

Momma, just killed a man.
Put a gun against his head.
Pulled the trigger now he's dead.
Momma, life had just begun.
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Momma, ohhh.
Didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on.
As if nothing really matters.

Too late.
My time has come.
Sent shivers down my spine.
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go.
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth.
Momma, ohhh.
Any way the wind blows
I don't want to die.
Sometimes wished I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silohette of a man.
Scaramoosh, Scaramoosh! Would you do the fandango?
Thunder bolt and litghning, very very friehgtening.
Galaleo, Galaleo, Galaleo fegarro. Magnifico!

I'm just a poor boy, no body loves me.
(He's just a ppor boy from a poor family. Sparing his life from this monstrousity.)
Easy come easy go, will you let me go?
(Miss Milla, no. we will not let you go. let'em go. miss milla. we will not let you go.
let'em go. miss milla. we will not let you go.
let me go. never let'em go. let me go. )
Oh, momma me'a, momma me'a!
(momma me let me go.
belazebob has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.)

So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby.
Can't do this to me baby.
Just gotta get out, just gotta get out of here.

Ohhh, yeah, ohh yeah.

Nothing really matters.
Any one can see.
Nothing really matters.
Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.

One Year of Love -- Queen
Don't, one year of love is better than a lifetime alone.
One sentimental moment in your arms is like a shooting star right through my heart.
It's always a rainy day without you.
I'm a prisoner of love inside you.
I'm falling apart all around you.
Yeah.

My heart cries out to your heart.
I'm lonely but you can save me.
My hand reaches out for your hand.
I'm cold but you light the fire in me.
My lips search for your lips, I'm hungry for your touch.
There's so much left unspoken.
And all I can do is surrender.
To the moment, just surrender.

And no one ever told me that love would hurt so much.
And pain is so close to pleasure.
And all I can do is surrender to your love.

Just one year of love is better than a lifetime alone.
One sentimental moment in your arms is like a shooting star right through my heart.
It's always a rainy day without you.
I'm a prisoner of love inside you.
I'm falling apart all around you.
And all I can do is surrender.

Have I mentioned that I wish I was five years younger?
Anyway, here's some latin that I've been meaning to share with you all:

"feminei sexus odium tibi semper et inde crevit devotae virginitatis amor"
translation:
"hatred of the female sex forever grew within you, and from that sprang your love of consecrated maidenhood"
AND
"Amor non tenet ordinem"
translation:
"Love has no order"

I had read them in one of Irish History reading assignments.

Have I mentioned that I wish I was five years younger?

I went by UH this morning. I had to drop mom off at a meeting at Yates. Anyway, it has changed a lot since last time I was there. Then I thought about it. I haven't been there in about a year and a half. A lot has changed since then. I remember having more lung capasity and being able to run. I felt sad as I drove by and wondered how PT was starting on the track and how they would be going off to run their miles around the NEW UH. It's sad. I used sleep deprivation as an excuse to myself for not returning to PT, but I lived with that for three years just to give up. Matt remembers me falling asleep at the Ref. Desk at night. He'd have to come over and wake me up. I remember those days, back when things were still fun and funny. Where have those days gone. Blak, blah, blah.

It's been a beautiful, gloomy afternoon. This is like couple weather, added with hot chocolate and a warm fireplace. Aah, all that's left is for it to rain. Anyway, Matt's sick like a dog. He even made one of the Librarian boss ladies sick. Anyway, he's outside talking to girlfriend and I'm stuck inside, doing work. Actually, I'm not doing it, but makes it seem like I am from a distance. People must really think I'm doing something productive as they walk by and hear the keys on the keyboard just ringing out. When in fact, all I'm writing are these few words in my blog.

Anyway, getting back to this weather. I wonder how much worse London will be. I hear Texicans will have to wear four pairs of under-draws. Is there any truth in that, I don't know. But it'll be an experience.

Matt just said he is an old man.
Matt's a hoe.
Matt's also sick like F*CK...6841986413
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Hoc meus veritas est!
I've come to realize a couple of truths just as I saw her go by. I've realized that I'm better than 3/4th of the men she's been with. I've heard her laugh more because of my dumb-ass jokes and I can also be as loyal as a dumb dog. Jezzz, what more to say! To end the beginning of a friendship over a man mainly because I spoke the truth. I guess some people just don't want to know the truth. Anyway, I can sit here all I want and feel that I'm just some kind of loser, in a way I am, or I can accept the fact that I have no type. Who am I kidding, I definitely have no type, but at least I know I'm not a total ASS.
That is my truth!

For those of you that are afraid for me, don't. I actually got sleep last night. Or was it the night before. Anyway, I feel rested. Sunday through Tuesday seems like a blur, though. Anyway, I don't feel so overwhelmed anymore. Except when I do.

Guess what, it's raining. I'm also semi-sick. Just waiting for it to hit me as hard as it always does. My nails are longer now. It's getting harder to type. Have to go.

I have been up for over 24 hours. I brought this upon myself. I procrastinated till there was no tomorrow. Now, I must finish the game. I have to read for Irish History class and submit an abstract to the Discussion board or else I won't be able to take a quiz on Wednesday. Anyway, I finished a 10 page paper in a couple of hours. It probably makes no sense. I'll be lucky to get an "F" out of it. There are some people I know that make intelligence look easy. I don't. I make stupidity look easy.

I went to the cafeteria after class and before work. The lady said that I could get a free soda since they were almost closing. I thought that was nice of her. I like nice people.

This week end was the same as the previous weekends. But it never gets tiring. There will always be something interesting come up, or someone unexpected will just come out of the wood work. There was this nice looking waitress at C**B****s. I thought she was gorgeous. The tattoo on her chest wasn't bad either. Just wish I could have gotten a better look at it. Anyway, didn't mean it like that. At least, I don't think I did.

Welcome Home Sweetheart
She stood on top of the hill, watching the horizon for any sign that he had made the trip. The rolling hills, and the flowing grass, made it difficult to see. Each blade of long grass that the wind moved made her heart skip a beat, in anticipation for his return and the whispering wind gave a pressence to nothingness.

It had been so long since last she saw his smile, his eyes. It had been so long since last they talked till way past midnight as they secretly sat in her back yard. Things had been different then. The whole world was different then. She continued to hope.

She held the letter to her heart as she glared passed the hills. The wind would blow dirt into the air, making it seem as if someone was coming down the road, but after several agonizing moments, there was no one.

After four hours of waiting, she sat and began to think about all she could possibly remember about him. The good times, the bad; The fights, the apologies; The running, and reading books by the camp fires. It all seemed so long ago, but she didn't want to let it go. As she sat and looked at the letter, she began to cry. She feared what his absence meant. She had heard stories of war, but never felt the realities. Her fear of not seeing him turned into fears of seeing him.

In the distance, a head comes above the crest of a hill which soon reveals the shape of a man. A soldier in uniform marches towards his destination, rhythmically. Each step has meaning and his arm length is even and committed. He is tall and confident. His large bag thrown over his shoulder.

Suddenly, she hears a familiar whistle, faintly. She thinks it's her imagination at first until she rises and looks towards the road. What should she expect? What will become of them? They see each other and stop.

The Sun above blares down on two shapes in the center of rolling hills and waving long grass. The trees softly bend and talk to each other as baby birds call out to their parents high in the sky. The white clouds roll slowly by as the parent birds fly through them.

I'm in class. I had to come early to let some people handle their business. Besides, I felt like a third wheel.

Since I came down here early, I had to spend a couple of minutes with two people that find this school too easy. It was freaking annoying. I don't know, but I find some of these classes difficult and time consuming, but not only that, some of the professors expect work. Why don't they just move on to another school or something. If they dislike our "simple" school, go home...

Paper
Annotated bibliography
if primary source is within secondary source, mention this fact.
I guess I have to go back and re-do my paper.

So, I just finished my presentation. I sucked! ANyway, it's over and all I have to do is worry about is a book review, two 10 page papers and the last presentation. Madam Dictator talked about absolutely nothing that had to do with her topic. She went off on the Inquisitions, her experiences in the 70's and early 80's. I can't criticize. I must have sounded like...

Hey, the guy speaking right now just said that the year of the snake means that a person born in that year will be a great leader. Imagine that! I was born in that year.

Anyway, like I was saying, I must have sounded like an idiot.