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October 20, 1987
I should calm myself. Take a pill. Stress. Everything is so stressful. Tomorrow I’ve got three tests, one in each of my three worst classes (meaning the ones I have to work at to get A’s). Biology, French and Algebra. It just doesn’t seem very fair. PLUS! I didn’t come home AT ALL until 9:00pm. Continue reading
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October 19, 1987
Sonja is so conniving. I should follow my instincts about her because they’re always true. She’s liked Matt since the party Friday night, and now she knows that Matt wants her as his next mate. She’s all ready to dump Paul and step on me for Matt. She’s so evil at times. The picture thing Continue reading
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October 17, 1987
Lizard came over Thursday because of family problems – I let her spend the night. We had a lot of fun.Lizard’s the only person I can trust fully right now. Anyway, last night I went to a party at this guy Chris’s house. Matt showed up there and he got drunk, and I got a Continue reading
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October 14, 1987
Boy, I’ve neglected this diary! Life REALLY is hell. Why was I born so ugly??? I mean, no one looks at an ugly girl. No one likes an ugly girl. Sonja. She angers me. She makes me want to scream. She makes me want to die. She is a conniving, lying, evil….everything. She’s so incredibly Continue reading
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October 10, 1987
Whoa. I dyed my hair again (Burnished Auburn is the name of the color) and I think I like it. It’s hard to tell as of yet because it fades and shit. Mom didn’t seem to care – she seemed to even LIKE the idea of me having red hair! Weird. Poor Frank. He got Continue reading
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October 9, 1987
Life is so incredibly boring and trite. There’s nothing to look forward to, it seems – and nothing to enjoy. I don’t like anyone and no one likes me. Except people like Mike, the ones that never get a date anyway because they’ve been labeled nerds and no one wants to go out with them. Continue reading
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October 7, 1987
I got the part of Essie. It’s a lead role so I’ll be on stage most of the time. Frank plays the part of my husband -ha! How funny. I wish I liked him as more than a friend. Somehow I just can’t. He’s really not around much – he’s sort of off in another Continue reading
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October 5, 1987
I would write every day, but nothing happens most of the time. I’ve got a cold, but school pictures are tomorrow. So my nose will be all red for those. Great. Frank and I sat in a field and smoked a cigarette before tryouts for the play. I think I might’ve done well. I hope Continue reading
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October 3, 1987
Went to the game and I saw Greg Gibbs but I said nothing. I am still resentful of the comment he wrote to Lizard. I got the new Smiths album today. I almost didn’t see it in the rack. It was worth EVERY PENNY I spent on it (actually it was on sale). Something happened Continue reading
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October 2, 1987
I went to Alex Desberg’s party and I was SO DRUNK – I was wasted. Really wasted. We drank gin & tonics with Mayo and Karen (two seniors from Chagrin) and I had a great time. I got Mayo and Karen’s numbers too. They’re so neat. Also – I saw Eric Balaban at the party, Continue reading