When Your Mind Is Made Up

So
If you ever want something
You call, you call
And I'll come running to fight
And I'll be at your door
And there's nothing worth running for

When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to stop it

You see you're just like everyone
When you share your falls
All you want to do is run away
And hide all by yourself
When there's fall, there's fall
There's nothing else

When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to change it
When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point even talkin'
When your mind is made up
When your mind is made up
There's no point trying to fight it
When your mind, your mind

There's no point trying to change it
When your


So
If you ever want something
Then you call, call
Then I'll come running

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It's weird to hear when a person tells you that you're hard to figure out. That it's really a mystery. When one day, you're dressed one way, and on other days, differently. It's weird when people tell you that you seem like you're a clubber, but in all reality, you're the furthest thing from it... And, when people tell you that there's more to you...

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The past week or so I've been mad busy. On Tuesday, I pulled my first all-nighter since... the TAI campout last November. It's been quite some time. Because of scheduling conflicts and what-not, my group started out 40% paper on Tuesday at 2pm, with which it was due 6pm the next day. We had met the night before too, only got to the outline stage... then to change it again at 2pm, and at 7pm that night. Anyways, we worked in the library until 12am, the time it closes. Ryerson is retarded like that... it likes to make life more difficult with closing buildings down. Anyways, we found an empty classroom (haha how hard is that to find at 12am) and stayed there to work. Rather productive actually. There was a slump at around 5-6am. By 12pm that day, we were on our editing stages... got it printed at 4:10ish, got it bounded at around 4:40... got it shoved into a balloon at 5:15.. (yes, we got it put inside a balloon with air)... and on his desk at 5:50pm. Pretty fucking sweet I must say.

Anyways, I got home at 9pm that night after dinner and drinks with my group. We all looked like shit. No make-up, hair in disarray. All in yesterday's clothes. No one cared at all. We deserved at least one drink. We talked about how much of a douchebag our professor is, courses, big plans for the next year. Girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, boyfriends, and lack thereof. All I can really say is how much I enjoyed working with them throughout the semester and I really hope we keep in touch because I'm the only one who will still be at school.

This pretty much leads me to today's events avec le Jenicka! Bingo! Balls! Bingo, then Balls! My first Bingo experience happened today. You wouldn't believe how intense this stuff gets. Random? Dab-all? Random, then dab-all?! Anyways, we first won a one-line game, in which we shared the winnings with 11 other winners. That left us with a winning of $28... Then, "scratch" cards were bought with hopes of getting "balls", which had three numbers on it and if called, we'd win a prize. In the midst of it, we ended up with about 50 "scratch" cards and got two "ball" cards... then the game began and numbers were being called. Soon enough , Jenicka yells, "BALLS!". The prize? $200!! Crazy! Not to mention, how many close ones Jenicka got! Oh mannn. Anyways, it was a great experience, which I do recommend to all.

Ok, it's 12ish now, thus I must retire. So, I bid you adieu.