Happy Birthday to a Friend

Pocky in hand, she leaves Sue B. in the later evening

Bound for a library where she'll study all night through

I watch her go while I stave off another yawn and

Then I have to brush my teeth for bed

The feeling that we would be closer friends now

If only our sleep cycles were synched up

I'm glad whenever our paths cross on campus, we're very busy girls

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I'll try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really know what's passed me by?

Each time I leave her without showing my love, unknowing

She's slipping through my fingers all the time.

Half way through school, she and I both agree that we are

Unsatisfied with the friendships we have made

Then when she's gone I don't commit to investing in ours

And I sense my love is limited

What happened to those wonderful friendships?

The ones we once dreamed that we would find

Some aspects we did have, but most we didn't

And why, I think I know

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I'll try to capture every minute, the feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really know what's passed me by?

Each time I leave her without showing my love, unknowing

She's slipping through my fingers all the time.

Sometimes I wish that I could grow devotion

And live it out effortlessly toward her

Slipping through my fingers

Pocky in hand she leaves Burton in the later evening

And I run outside to join her for a while

The Uninvited Tenent Song

He's climbin' in your air ducts
He's munching your cereal
Tryna find a home so y'all should
Evict the mice from your dorm
Evict the mice from your dorm
Evict the mice from your dorm
And hide your cereal
All the way on the top shelf

You don't have to come scurry through
We've had it with you
You've been evicted
You've been evicted

So you can run and tell that, run and tell that, run and tell that
To your home-mice, home-home-mice

We found your droppings
You've left them here like gifts
You are so gross
You are really gross - for real

So gross so gross so gross so gross
He's climbin' in your air ducts
He's munching your cereal
Tryna find a home so y'all should
Evict the mice from your dorm
Evict the mice from your dorm
Evict the mice from your dorm
And hide your cereal
All the way on the top shelf

You don't have to come scurry through
We've had it with you
You've been evicted
You've been evicted

So you can run and tell that, run and tell that, run and tell that
To your home-mice, home-home-mice

Disclaimer: they're not this cute.

Ode to Jill

This is a rhyme about my roommate Jill
She hails from Buffalo, but doesn't root for the Bills
She'll be out on the quad with her slacklining skills
She is a fun person, she's really chill

Jill is the kid in the corner popping vitamin pills
She's certified to save drowning people, she doesn't need gills
If you offered her a pickle, she might take a dill
She loves her mom's chicken noodle soup when she's ill

But wait there's more, if you're reading this still
Yeah, the really great thing about my roommate Jill
Is she wants to live according to the Lord God's will
Nah, she's not your everyday run-of-the-mill
Jill

Nah nah na-na-na-na Jill
Nah nah na-na-na-na Jill

CHM 203

Organic chemistry
What have you done to me?

Carbon means organic
And sends me into a panic.
Will Goodman's students all become manics?

Worrying about learning
You know, those things...
Functional groups.
Methyl and Ethyl,
Nitrate and Nitrite,
Ketones, and the like.

Oh, Orgo
Beginning of woe,
Learning curve plateau,
Feeling just so-so,
Death seems apropos,
Although,
I'll attend the first class
Before becoming CSI's
Next Jane Doe.

Dance Like an Egyptian (way oh way oh way...)

Tonight I celebrated my friend Deena's graduation
Along with a mostly Egyptian population

I quickly developed a fascination

For the Egyptian dance formations

I was told, "In the hips lay the key to the stance"

And to shake them a lot if I wished to advance

But in the end, my attempts at this dance

Got me caught in a bad romance

The Chocolate Ugly Cake

Jillian Meacham visited campus this past weekend
To surprise our organic chemistry friend.
With the chocolate chips she held in her hand,
We could follow Carly's kitchen command.

Strawberries crackling in the frying pan
Signified that creativity (and salivation) had began.
Stacking cake upon filling and filling upon brownie,
At Agape that night, none would be frowning.

Walking to the chapel in seventy-two degree heat,
We four bakers met an unforseen feat:
Globs of chocolate ran down from our creation,
The cake layer shifting from its initial location.

Happy 21st birthday to you, David Wit!
Sorry your cake was only semi-legit.