That favorite subject...
Aug. 7th, 2002 11:17 pmSomehow, my excited report of having an honest-to-goodness "my god they sent us the wrong film, my god this is porn, let's play it a little longer just to make sure" moment at the open part of the film class tonight tangented into journals I wrote in High School. So I went digging, and I can't find the one with the taped-on photo of a really nice view from a plane, that has David Patterson's yearbook photo from junior year tucked behind it. I used that one as a notebook to write down lists and such. But I found a bunch of other ones, that I used strictly as journal.
I apologized to my journal if I forgot to write in it every day.
I was never sure if I really liked the boy. Is it really a crush, or do I just want to be his friend because he is well-connected? Or do I just find his height really attractive? etc. (Although with frightful sentence structure and handwriting only slightly better than what I have now.)
Dave was a flip crush. Cristof... well... I still wonder. He even called me a few years later, around now, because I was off at Pennsic, having a rotten time romantically no doubt and really regretting missing his visit.
All too familiar. Especially lately.
I apologized to my journal if I forgot to write in it every day.
I was never sure if I really liked the boy. Is it really a crush, or do I just want to be his friend because he is well-connected? Or do I just find his height really attractive? etc. (Although with frightful sentence structure and handwriting only slightly better than what I have now.)
Dave was a flip crush. Cristof... well... I still wonder. He even called me a few years later, around now, because I was off at Pennsic, having a rotten time romantically no doubt and really regretting missing his visit.
All too familiar. Especially lately.