Man, what a welcome back.  I have been out since Mon with lice (everyone thinks I have strep throat except Em & Erika).  Anyway today was okay but I didn’t start the school day til 3°. While I was out, I cute my hair to make getting lice eggs out.  It’s now child length.  Anyway as it is in our tradition, Emily was absent today. I really wanted to see her, though.  Because Erika knew I had lice she wouldn’t hug me, although I really needed that hug.  I can count on her hug 3° to help me through the day.  Not anymore.

While I was gone we changed seats in block.  Now I’m sitting by Billy and Dave P. I don’t mind Billy, but Dave… I mean, this guy is…well really, really (tres, tres, TRES!) annoying.  He makes Shoemaker look like good company!  Hell he makes Erica seem like good company!  Anyway, he wrote this note to Alexis saying something like:

‘Do you want to give a bone to Jeff as much as Jeff wants to give a bone to you?’

‘knock, knock,
who’s there’
something, something…’

and signed it Jeff.  Anyway, when Alexis read that she started crying.  I mean, I can see how it might upset her, but crying is a little much.  Anyone would get upset, and I’m not meaning to offend Alexis in any way because she’s sensitive (I think) and I would get upset if I had gotten it.  I just wouldn’t have cried.

12 year old me felt it was necessary to accompany this story with this awesome depiction of Alexis’ unnecessary tears. Way to drive the point home 12-year-old-me!

Anyway, tonight I got this depressing phone call from Alexis.  She was complaining about how, technically, in the popular pyramid, we’re just one step up from geeks like Shoemaker.  It was really depressing, ’cause I’d consider us somewhere in the middle.  I wouldn’t want to be on top – because in order to be on top you have to be majorly bitchy.

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School was hell.  After french Emily told me some news that I rather she hadn’t.  She said he said that he knew that I (the girl in the pink sweatshirt) liked him.  When Em asked him how he came to that conclusion, he said it was because I asked him to dance.  I feel like crying – but the tears won’t come.  How can he know?  He keeps referring to me as though he doesn’t know who I am.  Yet, nothing fits.  It’s all just an impossible jigsaw puzzle.  He knows who I am, I know that.  I was in his block class last year.  I don’t think it’s possible for him to think I am a different person than I was.  My name is on my PE clothes and I’m in French.  Last (we were in school) Friday or so he said that my hair was going gray.  If he knows me enough to insult me, he must know my name.  Last year he stole my inhaler and paid 5$ for the pigpen  he broke.  I’m so confused.  There’s no one I can talk to about this except Emily and I feel uncomfortable calling her.  I’m so confused.   One things for sure – I don’t want to talk about him- hear about him or talk to him until I have reached some conclusion about this whole mess. Continue Reading

Grandma is coming in the morning. With her comes trouble. Mom and Grandma don’t exactly get along–it has something to do with her childhood. Grandma will be bringing gifts from Aunt Linda and hers. The tree is filled with presents–but only one for me! It’s from Ellen! Sara hasn’t “gotten” my present yet–I think she’s “getting”‘ me $.

I hate vacation–sure I get to sleep in and do whatever I feel like, but I don’t see my friends or dubleve cinq! Last time I saw d.c., he said I looked like an old lady–my roots white. Nikki defended me–we’re becoming good friends! (boring entry?)
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Tonight was the band concert. It wasn’t quite the same w/o Becky. Last concert, after we played, Becky and I sat together and someone was tapping us on the shoulders the entire time. It was so fun. Tonight I looked around the gym and everything was the same. Mom and Dad sat in their same places, as always. The only difference was the school banner said 93/94 instead of 92/93. And Becky wasn’t there. The Jazz Bank played “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer again. My dad told me to meet him in the same spot as we have been in the past.

Everything was so alike yet so different. Becki R. didn’t have a broken arm… Amy V., Andrew C., Scott G. and alot more were in the Symphonic Band, we were in concert… Becky’s mom wasn’t video taping us… I wasn’t having a good time talking to Becky — instead Emily was telling me to shut up…

Becky wasn’t there!

I wish she was… I would have gone home w/ her or the other way around, we would have had a good laugh at my breaking my sunglasses, the night and the whole year would have been different. I’ll never find another Becky. Continue Reading

I’m so hurt. Emily still hasn’t called. I didn’t go to school today. I don’t know if she did either. I didn’t bother to call to find out though. Whenever I do call she acts like she doesn’t want to talk to me, so why bother? Why hasn’t she called to find out what happened at the dance? If I were in her shoes, I would have called the first chance I got. Even if I was sick. Even if I was busy. Becky called and she hasn’t! Is she mad? I geuss I’ll find out tomorrow at school.
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It’s supposed to be a happy time. We got our tree today. The day was going great til we got the tree home.

Mom and Dad were putting the tree in the holder and I couldn’t wait to start decorating it. Then Dad got a phone call and Mom went up to do the laundry. Me and Sara were putting the train together, in order to wait for Mom & Dad to come to join us so we could put up the ornaments. I was upset because the track wasn’t cooperating and Sara was being annoying. Also Mom & Dad were supposed to be helping. Dad got off the phone but still didn’t help. Xmas is a happy, family togetherness time I geuss he was working or something. Mom came but didn’t help, just stood around watching. I tried to hold back the tears and have fun. Finally Mom and Dad started fixing dinner, so I ditched Sara and came up to my room to cry, which I’m doing now.

For years the whole family has helped decorating the tree. Now dad has decided to break the tradition. Continue Reading