men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
I won't be your yoko ono...
03.12.2004
10:46 p.m.

two people came up to me to tell me how amazing Zach is on stage. I don't mind this because well, he is. He has a fantastic voice and has a lot of fun with it and you can tell. It translates to a great performance...

I do however mind being told that he has sex appeal on stage. This is not something I need to know about my brother. I don't need to know that if you weren't male you'd be in love with him. I don't need to be told repeatedly that he is some sort of god to you...

"Meredith, do you realize how hot your brother is?"

"yes, yes we're all very proud of him. He turned out real pretty."

This isn't a jealousy thing, it's just that this one kind came up to me about three times today to tell me that...and I already can't stand him. The sex appeal comment was from Mr. Sacks. That was funny, unexpected, and funny. He's right though. Zach's got a gift...and he didn't bother me so much because he started talking about how great I am on stage...apparently I left quite an impression on his lady friend.

Mr. Smith wants me to finish Elvira's costume much sooner than I had planned. I don't like that much but he wants the academy to make posters for us so he needs characters with you know, finished costumes. I agree, I just wanted more time. Its ok though, I'll get it done.

Jimmy should be here soon if he was able to tear himself away from the guys without a verbal thrashing. I more than likely overreacted about this guy's night out. Actually he said something that's been rattling around in my head fora couple days now... I told him he was probably my best friend and his response was " I know, that's what scares me." There's something about it I can't quite place but it makes me feel all sorts of rotten and I don't know if I really have a righ to feel like that. I mean he doesn't have to want that. He doesn't have to consider me the same thing. There's probably something wrong with us if that isn't the case but its not how it has to be, persay, just how I'd like it.

I don't know where to go from here. I never have really known when to stop these entries. But here seems good.

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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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