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| The following lyrics are translated from the celtic song at the end of battlestar galactica s1 ep 10. The song is titled "wander my friends"
Wander my friends, wander with me
Like the mist on the green mountain, moving eternally
Despite our weariness
we'll follow the road
Over hill and and valleys
to the end of the journey
Come on my friends and sing with me
Fill the night with joy and sport
Here's a toast to the friends who have gone from us
Like the mist of the green mountain,
gone forever | | |
| I'm gonna take after Mel for once, and post some dialogue. I'm rewatching roswell season 3, and some of the parts are abolutely hilarious. The dialogue writer for michael is a genius.
Max (Having just entered in the middle of the night): Well, you heard about my dad and I... that I moved out.
Michael: Yeah, you left the loving parents, the cushy home, the college fund, smart move.
Max: Yeah I just... look I need a place to crash for a couple of days until I figure something else out
Michael: So, how does the chevelle figure into this?
Max: (looking confused) My car?
Michael: Do I get driving priveledges?
Maria: *rolls eyes*
Max: Yes, Michael.
Michael: The couch is yours
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| Worst night at work ever. | | |
| You've heard of "sick as a dog"? Yeah... thats me. I hate being sick... | | |
| I'm really getting tired of these migraines. This is the third one in five days. They're definately happening more often, and its getting ridiculous. I swear i'm just like isobel, who knows maybe they'll really kill me haha. (Yes, btm can really kill you. Dun dun dun!) Anyways... guess I should lie down or something, not that it will help. But since I've got nothing else really to say... | | |
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