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03.03.2004 9:59 p.m. I got into VCU. I also got into Radford. I'm stil waiting to hear from VT, JMU and Mary Washington, though I do keep forgetting that I applied to that last one... Maybe my reasons for wanting to go to Virginia Tech aren't all exactly scholarly, but I think enough are that it's ok. More than almost anything I like the feel of the place. Feel is very important to me. If I don't feel comfortable it really affects me. Plus, when I am feeling uncomfortable about something it'd be nice to have Jim around, he's a cure all for that sort of thing. I just know that I'll be better the closer he is. I think the same holds true with him. Not that I am particularly stressed right now. But I will be, about something, I don't know what yet but it'll happen and I'll want Jim there and unless he's home on break or done with school for the year he won't be there to calm me down. Thats the hardest part. I got so used to him being there when I needed him that I couldn't immediately handle things when he left. I'm still getting used it. Everytime I get really down I catch myself looking around corners expecting to see him. Hell, I do that when I'm happy. Doors open and I wait hoping. Something rattles my window and I do the same thing. It's funny in that not at all sort way. Yeah, that kind of funny. In a completely unrelated topic, when Mr. Sacks told me yesterday once again that I wasn't professional, he this time handed me a pad of paper and a pen so I could write down his suggestions...I like him. I really do. I want him to respect me probably more that I've ever wanted the respect of any other teacher... but what an unbelievable prick. I do really want him to like me though, both him and Rosinski actually. I've never actually cared so much about tutorial approval...I'm sure a therapist would have a field day with something like this... good thing I don't have one.
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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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