Feeling a little angst-y against the government (and everything in general more or less) so i'm gonna put a song up here that some of you will probably seriously disagree with. But that's okay. For the record, i support the troops...not the war. Work hasn't been overly exciting. Most of my work has been janitorial this week. I'm not above sanitation engineering. So...pretty much to sum up this week...i've been working on tying up some loose ends both figuratively and literally. Another mock trial will be coming up soon, and then i'll be out of training. I have a bottle of champagne just waiting to be opened. Visit to Terre Haute last weekend was nice. I got to hang out at my college bar with my college friends. I sound like some 50 year old coming back for homecoming. However, campus has a different feel to it now. And not b/c i'm alum. But, on that note, going back does give me some bitter sweet feelings. I feel a little non stalgic for my time there...and i regret some things...and thank God for other things. It's a very weird feeling in general b/c it's so mixed. On the whole though, i would say being on campus is very hard on me. But as with all Rose students (and former students) I'm a glutton for punishment, so i continue to go back. One day, i'll decide that i've had enough and I'll just be gone for good. Either that, or the feelings will just go away by themselves and i won't have to worry about it. So...in retrospect that last bit was totally cryptic, even to me, but eh...it does make some sense i guess to those who know. Alright well...time for controversial lyrics. Enjoy...feel free to post anti-democrat messages.

BYOB (Bring Your Own Bombs) System of A Down

Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood with pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth.

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
crying "Freedom!"
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine

Blast off, it's party time
And we all live in a facist nation
Blast off, it's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't president's fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't president's fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying "Freedom!"
Handed to an obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don't president's fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor? X4
They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!