| Man, Mr. Holland's Opus is a really really good movie. If you haven't seen it yet, you should. I've seen it before, but not since my middle school days, and this time it reminded me of Mr. Brown and the good ol' CGHS band days.
Speaking of Mr. Brown, what do all you old band folks who still actually use xanga think of figuring out a time to go see him sometime over the break?
PS.
My apologies to anyone whose calls i haven't been answering lately, i've been really sick since Friday night, so I haven't really been in the mood to talk on the phone. That, and somehow all of you people manage to call me while I'm at work, but not when I'm off. I'm better now and I'm only working 'til noon tomorrow, so give me a call sometime tomorrow afternoon.
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| Alright, that's enough of that retarded song. Don't really have much to say, just wanted to update so my most recent entry wouldn't just be an ICP song. I'm extremely excited that Thanksgiving Break is so close. Next week shall be a good one, for sure.
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| In light of last week and weekend, and actually the whole semester in general, I shall post some lyrics from a group that I'm not a big fan of. Actually, these lyrics have probably appeared on here at least once in the past, but I don't care, I enjoy the song, regardless of how retarded the people who sing it are. So, here we go:
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really miss you so much
Why don't they just call in muthafucka?
If you wasn't blood, would you still have love?
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look I probably love my family more then anybody here
But my homies are family too
Third cousins get outta here
Who was you with when you got tatooed
Who was you tripping with when you did them mushrooms?
Who the fuck threw up all over your car?
And then felt worse then you about that shit in the morning? Friends ya'll
Who loans ya money, homie?
Who owes ya cash?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass?
I don't know much but I gotta assume
When ya hit ya first neden, ya homies was in the room
When you snuck the car out who did you get?
And when you got caught, on who'd you blame that shit?
Who can you relax wit while they scratch yo balls?
Homies, I'm talkin bout like you and yours
Me and my homies stay tight like a noose
And if you step to one of us you betta step to the whole crew
I never knew that I could depend
That I could have some friends that's down til the very end
Well that's my home boys, excuse me, my family
And when we conquer the world
We macking on the galaxy cause skys the limit
And we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride ya know I'm with it
Puff it and pass it and I give it to my homies ya'll
Hit it and quit it and then I give it to my homies ya'll
I got the world around my finger with my homies ya'll
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call
We worldwide, were homies across the planet
Sticking together like zippers on a Michael Jackson 'Beat It' jacket
They got my back like a tat for that, I love ya'll
Hanging till we old and grey like grandpa
Yup, that's what's up. I love my homies, new and old. The latter more so than the former of course, but I'm definitely making some good friends here in the ATL. I can't wait for Thanksgiving though, it's definitely been way too long since all of the guys chilled together. I especially dislike the lack of Josh and Peterson chill time. It's going to be a good time to be sure.
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| Of course, Lawrenceville's not all bad. It's been a good weekend thus far. I just wish I didn't have to be at work in 6.5 hours. Bleh.
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| Man, I'm so ready to transfer downtown and stop having to come back to Lawrenceville every weekend.
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