men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
out tonight...
10.13.2003
6:38 p.m.

well I finally know exactly what I want to write..only I can't write anything write now because it all requires research that must be done at a library, that isn't open right now. Figures.

You know Gastrock asked me how I was handling everything a couple days ago, what with all I have to do and I just realized I have a lot more going on that I've really been thinking about. The 2nd issue of the paper is in layout, november articles are due, first drafts that is, in a week. The fridge is stocked and other than that I haven't really had to do anything for theatre except pass messages along to my mother. I'm maintaining an A-B average. The only thing I didn't do was write an october article and thats because I was just too busy that week. I started tutoring Katie again and I'm volunteering at the library...

maybe I am doing a lot. hmm. It doesn't seem like it. I need sleep but I always do. Only thing is now I'm trying to remember the last time I went out and did something for me, you know? I don't even know what. Last time I felt completely relaxed and calm jimmy was in town and that was about a month ago give or take a day.

I just want to be pampered. you know like for an evening. I just want to get taken out and shown off. And to be completely honest, it's only ever happened once or twice. It's been a while since all I had to do was show up and look pretty. I guess I'll have to wait until Jim's in town for long enough to do something like that since I really don't want someone else taking me out and showing me off

Gee I hope I can still do it...

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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