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05.05.2004 7:34 p.m. I'm going to write more in here I think, I miss it. I just got so busy for so long that I forgot to most days and so inturn you've all missed out on a number of little things, which is really why I have this...if in four months I can go back and see that yesterday I kept singing gin and juice to myself during pilates. Right now I'm trying to re-write my last editorial. Thankfully Rens doesn't object to me hinting at overthrowing the school one high hemline at a time. Last night I was explaining it to my father and he told me that what he liked most about me was how dangerous I am. I'm basing my arguement on one of John Locke's quotes about how you cannot live under someone else's arbitrary will and in situations where that is the case it is the duty of people to rise up against it. It's patriotic really. It's also what I'm reminded of everytime a teacher tells me that school is a tiny society and this is my job right now(pay me and I promise to do a better one.) Since I can't call for revolution, legally I'm just not allowed to, I think we should just make the principal's job harder. Break the dress code, forget to to your homework because you're too musy playing outside. Don't read the required reading one night because the book you want to read is much better. Go to a movie on a school night. stay up too late. In generally just be human. You'll still get into college. Maybe not Ivy League but and english degree is an english degree anywhere. It won't be the end of the world. And in reality no one cares what your SAT score is after high school and the few people that do are pricks and no one likes them anyway. I'd hate to look back and realize I wasted the best years of my life studying life as opposed to living it.
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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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