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  • January 6, 1988

    What stupid prayers. This Don kid is starting to sound like a real dud to me. None of my prayers ever come true. Don. Yeah. Rob Dru is supposed to visit on Friday. Jeanette told Sonja. Isn’t that speshal?? He probably won’t even come to the school -who’s left for him to see? Jeanette? Me? Continue reading

  • January 5, 1988

    Pray we don’t have school tomorrow. Pray. Sonja and I are supposed to go to U.S. with Mara if there’s no school. And there’s this guy Don I’m supposed to meet (what a stupid name). Reminds me of Don Torma. Anyway, meeting a guy is always better than going to school. But I don’t know. Continue reading

  • January 3, 1988

    I went roller skating light. Met a friend of Kevin’s, her name’s Laura. She informed me that Kevin is now being seen with Nora Milton. That is quite sad. Ah, but such is life. In a way I care, but it doesn’t really hurt that much. I can’t say that I’m emotionally devastated or anything Continue reading

  • January 1, 1988

    So…what New Year’s resolutions shall I make? To not be so gullible and stupid? To make rational decisions? To not cut my hair? That’s a good one. I can handle that one. No hair cutting in ‘88. I can’t say “no hair dyeing” because everyone knows I can’t stop that. It’s an addiction. I really Continue reading

  • December 29, 1987

    My father is fucked. He can’t make a decision about Boston – now he says that we’re not going. I guess that’s nice, but…oh well. Either way I can deal with it, I guess. Kevin called me the other day (I think Sunday). What a nice, free-flowing conversation we had. I’ll make him a tape Continue reading

  • December 25, 1987

    Well, another Christmas has come and gone. Sigh! I basically received what I wanted (a zoom lens for my camera) but everything else was just extra goodies. Not terribly exciting, but certainly not disappointing. Looks like we are going to Boston, according to my father. I would have rather we move to California. I really Continue reading

  • December 21, 1987

    It’s a Monday – it went by like nothing. We are moving to Boston, I guess. I’m sad, but then again I really don’t have any close friends here. I guess it’s just that I’m making a change now in myself, making the move to adulthood – this sort of uprooting is maddening and frustrating Continue reading

  • December 19, 1987

    We’re going to a show for the first time in a long time (if everything works out). Becky’s driving. Should be wild. I haven’t seen Kevin in a long while, but I guess I’ll live and so will he. It wasn’t love. He can’t love, and neither can I. When I listen to music, sometimes Continue reading

  • December 18, 1987

    I’m starting to get over my sickness, whatever it is. Went to the doctor’s office after a grueling day of attempting to pay attention at school. The doctor gave me some penicillin- I’ve been taking it along with Advil every four hours (I’ve got cramps too). It’s been a very useless week and I’m very Continue reading

  • December 16, 1987

    I feel dead. My brain is swollen, I feel like passing out all of the time. It’s been this way for the past couple of days.I can’t explain it – lightheadedness, tiredness, sore throat, mucous cough, swollen thing in the back of my throat – lots of shit. I wish this would all just go Continue reading