Apathy grows quietly where rapture used to fly...

Yeah, time to rip off Sister Hazel for a blog title.

I'm freaking frustrated right now. And it's getting me down.

Ok, having 4 exams this week probably isn't helping. I feel like I'm getting spread thin studying for them, and I have work too. Wedensday I'm helping with fall hall sign up from 8-11 and 2-4. But tomorrow I'll have 2 of my exams done, so that's all good. Then I have all evening tomorrow and all day Wednesday and a good chunk of Thursday to study for the 2 exams that I have hematology wise.

And ACLS is pissing me off too. We're trying to get organized to go to the state meeting in April. I can't get anyone to agree on anything about it. Some people only want to go for 2 days, some for all 3. Figuring out the hotel, let's not even go there. I just want to scream and cry. Let it all out. Why did I accept the nomination for President? Why?

And Niki was bugging me earlier. We got into an arguement about housing policy, and how it's the resident's job to confront a behavior (such as noise) before an RA will. I'm not a babysitter, it's not my job to go tell someone to shut up if you don't do it first. You may not think so, but it's more effective coming from you than from me.

That concludes today's rant. Now for the inspiration for this post, because life does seem to be getting in the way

We knew it all from a little thing
It was everything in our first minute
And it took us to another place
Yeah another place and we fell in it
How dare you not remember
How dare you walk away
We adored every little thing
Every little thing would leave us breathless
Every dawn spelled another day
And in another day we weren't so restless
How dare you not remember
How dare you walk away

And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way

We walked around in a heavy haze
We were stuck in days of so much warring
We got lost in a tricky maze
Yeah a tricky maze that was so scarring
How come you can't remember
How dare you walk away
Then you start to add the little things
Add the little things and trip the mighty
Now we got a little bitter thing
A little bitter thing that grew like ivy
And how dare you not remember
How dare you walk away

And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way


And apathy grows quietly where rapture used to fly
And promises and certainty have left love here to die
Won't you stay and don't let this one fall away

And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way

And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one the poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way

Yeah well life got in the way