So I finally got a youTube account. Now I can show you all my nerdy fan videos. They’re after the break.

I haven’t written anything interesting in quite a while.

My algebra professor can’t get his head around the idea that turning off his cel phone would probably be a good idea during class.

Dexter is proving to be a worthwile investment of my time. Just wrapped season 1 and loved it. Watch if you can.

Watching Dexter helped me realize something: I l-o-v-e televison show openings. If you’ve got time to waste, I’ll be embedding some of my favorites after the break. Enjoy.

Today’s post is about church crap. If you find yourself averse to reading about such things, I’m hiding it behind the break. However, if you are the least bit curious about random church politics at a church I used to frequent, by all means, head on down. It might be interesting.

Today I quit my job to pursue my computer science degree wholeheartedly. For some reason, this song always creeps up during transition points in my life. If I remember or care enough to, I’ll post a Songza link to it. If not, it’s still written well. Being a person of routine who enjoys his ruts, change is usually something I regard with disdain. However, I am nothing but hopeful that this break out from exile will be fruitful. As a certain dark lord’s mother would say, “You can’t stop change, Ani, anymore than you can stop the suns from setting”.

Used to worry for each other.
No one’s bothered like before.
We sleep with each others friends,
Sneak around, fall apart,
And come back for more.
We sit around drinking tables,
Stabilized and keeping score,
But my mind is somewhere out the door.

Oh, we have grown.
Maybe I’ve overstayed a while
In my time in exile.
Oh, time has flown.
And the only thing I’ve learned,
I want a life now of my own.

We go to clubs.
The songs are old.
The evening’s blown.
We go our ways
And take taxi’s home.
We talk of sunday outings
And medicate to fight the doubting
But we know
We’ll always be…

Alone.
We have grown.
I’ve overstayed a while
In my time in exile.
Oh, time has flown.
And the only thing I’ve learned
I want a life now of my own…
Of my own.

Well that’s my years spent in exile,
Second guessed and dressed up in tatters.
My birth feet didn’t take this path
And I’m still looking for a life that matters.
More than chit-chat, we listen to the streets.
We’re all dead beats,
And these old habbits are starting to show through.

Sorry I didn’t get to know you.

Oh, time has flown.
I’ve overstayed a while
In my time in exile.
Oh, well we have grown.
The one thing that I’ve learned
I want a life now of my own.
Bye bye
To the friends I’ve known
In my time in exile.