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05.03.2004 10:56 p.m. Siggers asked me today if I was sad because it was all over and done with, theatre that is... and I am. I really am. If I were to just focus on the fact that its over I'd be devastated... so instead I've been thinking about all the stories and traditions (a couple I helped start) and pretending that I'm not really done and this is just a chapter in something much greater. I know I'll have to think of the paper the same way when it's all done, as taxing as it's been the past few months I can't just write off something I've loved for four years. you know when I got all excited about graduation I didn't think about this part
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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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