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          | Sunday, December 23, 2001 
 Laur @ 10:04 AM
 listening to "Turn the Page"  by Bob Seger
 
 She steps slowly and cautiously onto the stage, her long skirt just barely brushing over the wooden floor.  All attention is focused onto her.  The spotlight shines right down the middle of the stage, directly onto her.  She takes the microphone in her hand and holds it up to her mouth.  All eyes are on her; expectant ears and anticipating minds.
 
 "Standing there
 You hide your eyes
 Turn around
 You're in disguise
 Tell me how you make no one know
 
 Looking past
 What's happened and what's going on
 You never asked
 If you were right or I was wrong
 Broken glass
 Is all that's left from what you've said
 
 So now you're...
 
 Standing there
 You hide your eyes
 Turn around
 You're in disguise
 Tell me how you make no one know
 
 Asking why
 Was the only way to know with you
 You wouldn't cry
 Or think to see yourself as being black or blue
 Truest lie
 Is all you would let yourself believe
 
 So now you're...
 
 Standing there
 You hide your eyes
 Turn around
 You're in disguise
 Tell me how you make no one know
 
 It's almost as if there's nothing there
 Behind your eyes
 Can't you bring yourself to feel
 This splintered pain
 
 Now you're...
 
 Standing there
 You hide your eyes
 Turn around
 You're in disguise
 Tell me how you make no one know
 
 Just tell me how you make no one know
 This splintered pain"
 
 She stands, waiting for response.  Utter silence.  And then... deafening applause.
  Saturday, December 22, 2001 
 Laur @ 10:18 PM
 listening to "Don't Let Me Down" by the Beatles
 
 I've seen the nobody standing in the corner everyday.  She stands and stares at all that goes on around her.  Everyday we all pass her by.  She's always there; it never fails.  I feel as if I know her, as if she's one of my closest friends.  Doesn't that make her somebody?
   
 Laur @ 10:13 PM
 listening to "Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zepplin
 
 She's standing over there
 Wrapped up in herself
 You wonder what she's thinking
 
 You're looking over there
 Outside yourself
 You make her wonder
 
 Look at each other
 See the truth inside
 Hold hands and wonder
 
 It's been there all along
 Love's been there all along
 Does it make you wonder?
 
  Friday, December 21, 2001 
 Laur @ 7:51 PM
 listening to "Origin of Love" by Hedwig and the Angry Inch
 
 Look through the kaliedascope
 See the running colors and shapes
 Sparkling glittery shimmers of blue
 Can't you see the happy yellow?
 The radiant gold?
 The pleasantly mysterious silver?
 Are you trapped inside a world of sighing blue?
 
   
 Laur @ 9:29 AM
 listening to the silence of Kate's house at 9
 
 Paint a lovely picture
 Of the morning rain
 Swish the blue and splatter the gray
 Sunlight absence
 Rain all around
 The abyss of gloomy
 Why aren't you here?
  Wednesday, December 19, 2001 
 Laur @ 9:57 PM
 listening to "Deliver Me" by Sarah Brightman
 
 Sometimes, ironic things happen for the best.
   
 Laur @ 5:32 PM
 listening to "Photograph" by Weezer
 
 Your protective arms hold me tightly; not so tight that I can't breathe, but tight enough so that I know you never want to let go.  The sunset is in front of us, the bright colors slowly fading before our eyes.  The traffic below us, so tiny from where we are.  We are on top of the world, physically and mentally.  The night approaches, but must we go?
  Saturday, December 08, 2001 
 Laur @ 8:33 PM
 listening to "Wig in a Box" by Hedwig and the Angry Inch
 
 It's getting slightly colder now, and I don't know where to go.  Your arms are so inviting... but they're outstretched to someone else.  Why can't I unglue myself from where I stand, locked into a stare; watching you love someone else?  Can't you see you were supposed to choose me?  A smile at her, a laugh at me; you know you didn't have to pretend.  It hurts so much now that I know that I've been used... was I only a washcloth being wrung out to dry?  It's slightly colder now, and I don't know where to go.  Even if someone was offering, how can I be sure they're not a carbon copy of you?
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