'baby, remember on the bus and my hand was on your knee
when U love somebody it's hard to think about anything but to breathe
baby, I am the cub who was washed out in the flood
when U love somebody and bite your tongue all you get is a mouthful of blood'

i never thought i was the girl, but i'm the girl waiting around all day to get a phone call from marcus. this is not any marcus, this is the marcus who holds a summer job dangling in front of my nose like that dog in 'pirates of the caribbean' to those pirates in prison. he dangles a summer job and a weekend down in SoCal. i left a message with his secretary and on his message machine. i can do nothing but wait.

it seems like i've been the girl who has been waiting over the last couple weeks. waiting for a phone call from barnes & noble, from any of the dozen places that has my application waiting stalemate in their giant vaults of kids desperate for summer jobs. although i haven't had to put much on hold, today i did, and this upset me. since 12:30pm, i have been performing activities that i believe will help me pass the time while i wait for marcus. it is 5pm. marcus may be leaving work now. he may have left the blinking light on his message machine alone today because he had a long day. i can understand. but marcus, oh marcus, why won't he call??