We were seeing a film strip in history on Friday. It was totally boring, so I was throwing spit wads at SW. Mr K made me go outside and almost gave me a referal, but he said he unless I start messing around again. I didn’t tell my mom I got in trouble. I’ll tell her in a few months, maybe. Continue reading
It was the last day of school and all of the kids got yearbooks. They were supposed to come a week before that but they were late. Everybody was signing yearbooks. But Barbie was so excited about going on their trip to the mountains at 2:00 that she only got a few signatures before she left to go home. Continue reading
I went shopping today. I bought a pair of shoes and an album. My mom wanted me to get a pair of shoes called bucks. So she paid for them. They’re okay looking. They’re like a plain, tan, suede oxford. I like them, but Julie hates them. Continue reading
Ah! Saturday at last. Barbie thought it would never come. She wanted to go to the park, but she remembered the last time, so she decided not to go. Instead she called Cindy, her best friend. Continue reading
Christmas was yesterday. I got some clothes and a jewelry box and a expensive gold necklace with my name on it. I’m 14 years old now. God, CL just turned 13 in Oct or Nov. I don’t like being older than most of my friends ’cause I’m older than all the guys. I got two Steve Martin records. I dig on him. Continue reading
The school year was coming to an end, summer was closer and the days were getting hotter. It was almost time for the end of school dance. Barbie hoped Dennis Farland would ask her to the dance.
After my post yesterday where I shared excerpts of letters written to me by a boy with an enormous crush, it seems only fair to reveal myself in a similar manner. The following is some of the poetry I wrote during the demise of my friendship with my first serious lesbian crush. Continue reading