Monday September 26, 1994
DD,
K is a jerk. Him & his friends were leaning on either side of the hall today. Me & R & B & D were walking by. Just before we got there, his friends started pointing & nudging eachother and K. Exactly when I walked by, K stomped his feet & clapped his hands, saying "Oh yeah baby" etc. Everyone around burst out laughing. How could he be so mean. Another day they were making fun of my hair. I still really like him but he's so mean! Why is it that I never quite get over a guy?
I kind of really like BV. I've liked him since grade 7. For the first few weeks (days) of school, he would sit with me on the bus & stuff. He'd tell me about his girl problems... several girls like him. One in particular really liked him. He claimed he didn't like her... he said he'd never go out with her. Well, apparently they've been going out for a while. They were holding hands today & he got her a rose. He came on the bus today to gloat. I didn't want to sit with him cause I was feeling really crummy & I wanted to cry, but he sat with me. He's got really soft looking lips. I wanted to kiss him or hug him or something, so bad! He just poked me, talked about her and her rose, and talked like Elmo.
And to think I even thought he liked me.
There was a dance Friday night. Me & R went. We were the only ones from our group of friends. At the beginning of the night, a guy, D, asked her to dance. They danced all night and he bought her a pop. I danced with this guy named Fred and another friend, BA. Fred said he wouldn't dance with BA, then, 'cause he said no to her he wouldn't dance with me. So he danced with both of us at once. It was fun.
I saw him today at school. I said hi. He didn't say much.
Oh well.
~Rainy
4 comments:
You are so much braver than I! My diary was so mushy in love that I can't even stand to read it. :-)
I've had to skip a few entries, some because they were so very boring, some because, well. I cursed at my family a lot and it makes me feel badly now...
I specifically remember berating my mom over her ignoring me to eat guacamole one day. My diary allowed me to cuss her out. ;-) So dramatic. :-)
I had one of those pens from the early 90s that could write in 6 different colours, simply by pressing a button. There's one entry where I used each colour - and then the final whammy of all at once - to write out every.single.cuss.word. I could think of. Re-reading the entry, there's lots of drama, but I can't figure out the breaking point. At 13, I had fallen asleep while babysitting my little brother which led to a big fight which led to me being locked in my room and losing phone privileges and something about a sock being out of place in the closet.
Yep.
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