Urgh......

Have you ever felt SO bone dead tired that all of your joints ache? Like the connections at your elbows, at your knees, at your shoulders, etc. And you have a monstrous headache and ear aches on top of it.... That's kind of how I feel right now... I think my body is trying to get sick...but I'm not letting it because I have WAY too many things to do between now and the end of the semester. I am SOOO ready to be done with this semester. I am SO sick of an hour and a half of British Literature, an incompetent and annoying hag bent on running me and the class into the ground with useless, tedious and time consuming busy work and a Family Foundations class where I just waste my time because I already know all of the information and the teacher dislikes me because I actually have an opinion and it's REALLY different from anyone elses. I need a break....and I intend on getting to Salt Lake City......somehow.... ha ha anyone care to help me with that?

"Shed no tears for me
There'll be rain enough today
I'm wishing you godspeed
As I wave you on your way
This won't be the first time
I've stayed behind to face
The bitter consequences
Of an ancient fall from grace
I'm a daughter of the race of Cain
I am not a stranger to the rain

Orphan in the storm
That's a role I've played before
I've learned not to tremble
When I hear the thunder roar
I don't curse what I can't change
I just play the hand I'm dealt
When they lighten up the rations
I tighten up my belt
I won't say I've never felt the pain
But I am not a stranger to the rain

And for the boy who's given me the sweetest love I know
I wish for you another love so you won't be alone
Because I am bound to walk among the wounded and the slain
And when the storm comes crashing on the plain
I will dance before the lightning to music sacred and profane

Oh, shed no tears for me
Light no candle for my sake
This journey I'll be making
Is one we all must make
Shoulder to the wind
I'll turn my face into the spray
And when the heavens open
Let the drops fall where they may
If they finally wash away the stain
From a daughter of the race of Cain
I am not a stranger to the rain

Let it rain

-Stranger to the Rain, Children of Eden