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10.20.2003 9:30 p.m. today was my first day at the library... After sorting something like 100 Harlequin romance novels, each with its own cleverly tawdry title, and I use cleverly rather loosely here I went over to the childrens/young adult section to shelve... I got through one of the carts rather quickly since a good bit of it was Brian Jacques and the DragonLance series(which reminded me so much of Jim I couldn't help but smile and laugh as I put them all away) and while I was waiting to be told what to do this little boy came up to the information desk asking where the Bunnicula series was, or where he could find any of the James Howe books.. well it just so happens that the woman there had no clue what he was talking about, I however did having read not only Bunnicula but the Howliday Inn series and the Celery Stalks at Midnight so I directed the little boy...who was dressed very much like Tucker to the right section and then helped another little boy find an alternative to the Goosebumps books...I decided it was time for him to graduate to Fear Street after asking his mom if that was alright with her...they are more violent than goosebumps, no one ever dies or really gets hurt in goosebumps...mostly they just get chased by goo... anyway since I knew what the kids wanted my supervisor let me go an hour early but put down the time I was supposed to stay until...I like her. We rehearsed the step dance for chorus today. My feet hurt. A lot. I'm going to be walking most of tomorrow too because I'll be downtown at the gallery with Maggie and Ekin, its extra credit for Ro's class and we have the day off for PSAT's anyway. It should be fun. enough of this... I'm done now.
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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 Last Five Entries:
insert semi clever joke about not being able to spell something without R U here - 08.08.2005
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