The Ramblings of a boring Enterprise Systems lab.

What follows is the contents of the last few pages of my Enterprise Systems notebook. It started during a short period of quiet self-study, and contibued for the rest of the lab. It basically started out as me trying to clear my head of a song or three I had stuck in my head, but it slowly became a free writing exercise type thing, where anything that popped in my head, triggered by class or otherwise, went down on paper.

This was the result. Decided to post here since it turned out interestingly. That is, interesting to me. This blog isn't supposed to be relevant to the rest of you 8D
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I believe the sun should never set upon an arguement,
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands.

I've never felt like...so miserable.
I've never felt like thinking this would last forever.

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend.
You could cut ties with all the lies you've been living in.
And, if you do not want too see me again
I would understand~

How can the sky look down at the countless dramas and remain unchanged?

We are all Mirrors that reflect each other's Karma.

I'm right here. You can reach out and touch me, in this patch of light intended for one.

We met, we laughed, we held on fast, and then we said goodbye. But who'll here the echoes of stories never told? Let them ring, out loud, 'till they unfold.

//This is where it starts straying from its purpose.

Better safe than sorry.

Whatever.

I can't remember, the last time I thanked you.
Keeping my distance unintentionally.

Why does love, do this to me? I don't know, I don't know.

Here we are, going far, to save all that we love,
If we give what we got, we will make it through.

The cake is a lie.

The game.

FML.

CRY SOME MORE...heh, cry some more.

Jenny, oh Jenny. Joy, oh Joy.
A one woman mans what I wanna be, but theres two perfect girls for me.
//Good lord, pokemon references. Good god was I bored.

Jen-ocide. Hah. Brilliant.
//This was prompted by a references to mass killings made by the professor.

So whatever happened to Chivalry anyway?
Am I the only one who still holds to it's principles?

Damned Spawncampers.

I don't even know where to start with you.
I mean, do you even know who you are talkin' to?
Do you have any idea, any idea, who I am?

BONK!

This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS

But it isn't, really. I am such a coward.
About some things, at least.

LOLPython iz teh bestest language to code in.

And time is up. //Silent study was over, decided to stop writing.

Naaah. Not finished yet. //Quickly changed my mind 8D

Alter can take his Work System and shove it up his ass for all I care.
I like this.

Jen-ocide, again.
Still stuck on this, obviously.

I don't know why I am still stuck on that quip.
It wasn't particularly extraordinary, really. Funny, but punny.
For all my wise quotes, I still can't pick my own psyche apart.

I don't make sense to me.

Survivor Mafia. Outtalk, Outthink, Outlynch.

First one marble dropped, and then another.
In this single spot of sunshine, only one remains.

I'm Alive, I'm Alive, oh yeah.
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me, reaching for heaven.

No Kings, or Gods.
Only Men.

You know that I've seen better days.

I'm standing on this tiny ledge
before this goes over the edge
gonna use my heart and not my head.

Maybe I should finish the story of the Hundred.
Writing the conflicts between Chivalry and Lust was oh so much fun.
Maybe for NaNoWriMo.

Gentlemen.

Jen-ocide. AGAIN. God.

I'm so confused.

Whoo. Take that, teach. Pwnd. Sit down.
//I love catching professors contradicting themselves.

Two Wrongs don't make a Right, but two Wrights do make a plane.
And three Rights do make a Left.

Four pages of crap, and I'm not even done yet.

That spy isn't one of our spies!

THAT PYRO IS A SPY!

They're going to have to glue you back together....IN HELL.

The AC is on too cold. I'm freezing here.

Creation of value from information - dead easy.
Knoweldge is power.

My kind of power.

And I discover that my castle stands
upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand.

The internet is just a series of tubes.
We needz moar tubes.

I think this belongs on my blog when I get home. Shit doesn't get more irrelevant than this.