But in all my boredom i did find time to go to the movies for the first time in months yesterday. My roommate and i had had enough with being stuck inside while it rained and reading our brains out over the hundreds of pages of poli sci books we have to read. I have never been more interested in public policy though. It's actually more interesting than my political ideology class. I've also learned i could never be an acting major, because reading plays drives me insane. I tend to skip lines and then can't figure out who said what, and then just end up having to reread it and wasting EVEN more time...
By the way... my free time is also making way for me to hopefully win tickets to see Kings of Leon in Auckland New Zealand in March (flight tickets are included) through KROQ
Anyway here is the lyrics that i never posted last time...
Running from Lions - All Time Low
Get me out of this place, before I cause more damage,
a small price to pay for building houses out of matchsticks;
and when things get too hot, you've got me to blame for,
every fire that breaks out in every lover's name, so...
...Don't forget, we've got unfinished business,
stories yet to unfold,
tales that must be retold,
and I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness,
keeps me wanting,
keeps me wanting more...
Sell me out I'm yesterday's old news,
phrases left on paper,
black ink bleeding through
the pages where we made our history.
Call me foolish,
I feel hopeless...
Like a dear caught in the headlights
I won't know what hit me...
Running from lions,
never felt like such a mistake
...Don't forget, we've got unfinished business,
stories yet to unfold,
tales that must be retold,
and I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness,
keeps me wanting,
keeps me wanting more...
a small price to pay for building houses out of matchsticks;
and when things get too hot, you've got me to blame for,
every fire that breaks out in every lover's name, so...
...Don't forget, we've got unfinished business,
stories yet to unfold,
tales that must be retold,
and I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness,
keeps me wanting,
keeps me wanting more...
Sell me out I'm yesterday's old news,
phrases left on paper,
black ink bleeding through
the pages where we made our history.
Call me foolish,
I feel hopeless...
Like a dear caught in the headlights
I won't know what hit me...
Running from lions,
never felt like such a mistake
...Don't forget, we've got unfinished business,
stories yet to unfold,
tales that must be retold,
and I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness,
keeps me wanting,
keeps me wanting more...
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