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02.28.2003 @ 11:56 pm

this week just seems long. and yet, it didn't quite feel like it should be over.

i suppose it was somewhat productive as well. i started writing again. it's empowering in a way, to have words just flow straight from my brain onto the page. aside from journalling (which i generally don't count as writing.), i haven't written in a long time. maybe this way, i'll actually be able to finish creative writing.

and i started an english paper. and talked to my chem marker, and got permission to just do all the notes on the first unit, and then write the test. yay for not having to do labs of any sort.

we're now halfway through production. i can't wait until the play is over. i'm not overly enthused by the crew i ended up with, and i'm bored of the play. also, talking to dal in the green room sucks. he's annoying, and today he stole the piece of my cookie that had the giant chocolate chunk in it. i kicked him really hard...but it didn't make it any better.

i attempted to learn photoshop...but that didn't work out so well, because i suck. i can draw stick people. that's about it.

it so doesn't feel like the weekend...for some reason it seems like it's still the middle of the week. i don't get it. this week already felt so long, and i am expecting it to keep going. or maybe, it just felt like it was broken down into 2 seperate weeks, because we went on a field trip on wednesday.

i feel oddly calm tonight. i'm not quite tired, and not quite awake. it's nice, and i am actually sitting still. and it doesn't feel wrong. which is weird. usually, it takes a great amount of effort to be still, and i get kinda panicky at times about it.
'girl'
tori amos


from in the shadow she calls
and in the the shadow she
finds a way finds a way
and in the shadow she crawls
clutching her faded photograph
my image under her thumb
yes with a message from my heart
yes with a message from my heart

she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the bluebells
can't make them go away
well i'm not seventeen
but i've cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter
takes one more cherry tree

she's been everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everyone else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own

and in the mist there she rides
and the castles are burning in my heart
and as i twist i hold tight
and i ride to work
every morning wondering why
"sit in the chair and be good now"
and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room
and i'm callin' my baby
callin' my baby callin' my baby callin'
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own



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