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11.17.2003 9:40 p.m. assistant SYLLABICATION: as·sis·tant PRONUNCIATION: -sstnt NOUN: One that assists; a helper. ADJECTIVE: 1. Holding an auxiliary position; subordinate. 2. Giving aid; auxiliary. maybe I mis-read it but does it say "secretly eventhough you're the assistant you will be forced to do the work of both the assistant and the head because no one else will..." maybe I need a new perscription but i could have sworn that I was nearsighted.... I shouldn't be worrying about this. I should be working on college applications. I should be writing my article for december. I should be working on my creative writing assignment. I'm not though. I can't do this. this is not my job. this is not what i signed up for. I wanted to help. Not have the whole fucking thing handed to me because no one stepped the fuck up. Nevermind all my bullshit about "it has to get done. nevermind who does it." I DID IT! I SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO DO IT! this was...and let me be perfectly clear about this...NOT MY FUCKING JOB! somehow though people have decided that it is. so i had two weekends...not weeks...weekends. The first I bought the fabric and started. Then I got sick. Very sick. I was in bed for three days. Did anyone come by and pick up fabric?no. Did anyone even call? no. I had to. I had to call them and tell them to come get it. Did they do anything with it while they had it? no. They waited until that next weekend...when I completed therest of the costumes...granted I had help then...one other person sewing. One. but I am the one being told that the costumes aren't right or they don't fit or this or that or being reminded that I'm not Mauren. I know I'm not Mauren. I'm actually quite proud of the fact that we are different people. I don't like being reminded that I'm not her as if that was a flaw on my part. No one else in my family sews. I had to teach myself. I don't have her equipment or connections... everything that I've done...the cast of over 40...was essentially done in 4 days. I'm only human.. but no one cares. that doesn't matter. no one will know that when they're watching the show... why can't I just not care like everyone else?
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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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