:: 2002 26 October :: 7.00 pm
:: Mood: energetic
:: Music: Billy Joel (don’t TELL anyone!)
Tess… Tess…
TESS.
How are you, my darling?
I was eating a citrus fruit this morning
of which I could not remember the correct name…
and the boy next to me, Willie,
(who looks like the product of Zach and Kendall’s Reproductive mistake)
informed me that it was a Clementine.
Yes, now I remember
Also:
I now have the following permanently branded into my brain:
Oh my darlin’,
oh my darlin’,
oh my daaaaaaaarlin’ Clementine…
I will now list the nine most important first things that come to mind that have happened to me this week:
1. On Wednesday, which of course was my first day back at school, I went to visit my lovely-wonderful psychiatrist. We talked about boats and he TRICKED me into talking about Doug but I shut up in time. I can take any sentence that he says in his responses to me and if I told them to my parents they would think it was an insult to their parenting. He made me take a CONFIDENTIAL LIMITED RELEASE TEEN MENTAL HEALTH DIAGNOSTIC TEST. I lied on 75% of the questions and he got my results back today- it says I’m completely sane.
2. I aced my Humanities test; that was just a really good thing.
3. Camp was strangely incredibly NICE to me when he IMed me, every single night this month. Weird… anyways, I still think he’s hot and nice and has a boyfriend potential somewhere between none and less.
4. Doug was a god and said he missed me a lot. I am almost in tears thinking how much that would have floored me if I was still in love with him.
5. I was looking in the window of a minivan parked next to the boys Frosh dorm and a tiny Dachshund wearing a baby blue argyle sweater ran up and started yapping at me. It was really cute but it started yapping and only stopped when it threw itself into the windows in an attempt to bite me.
6. I called random people and said that it was Yolanda and I would like to speak to the man in the house about his expired subscription to Penthouse magazine. One of them actually gave me their account number and asked to renew it for two years.
7. Kirill, the Russian guy I like, was discouraged in his affections by some horrendoug girl I don’t know named Erica, who he forgot about me for. Hopefully such will continue (please, please, please?)
8. We won our field hockey game against West Windsor Plainsboro High School South…. At the game, I was finally back to my normal playing level after a 3 week case of Biceps Tendonitis, so I SPRANG onto the field ready and rarin’ to go, and I looked up to get on my… my man… and my man was a girl who resembled the hunchback of Notre Dame.. and then I realized it: IT WAS GUSSIE.
9. Tonight, this last because it is most vivid, I went to the McPhearson Jungle Love dance with crowd of guys, and then left twenty minutes later before options #1. asphyxiation or #2. perishing due to extreme boredom could harm me. I went with Jake, the one who’s like your Jeff. We wandered around campus for a while and then decided to go the the dining hall. Being after nine, it was no longer open, but we climbed up the wall and over the ledges and got on top. After forty minutes of sky-watching and deep conversation, the Public Safety man strolled by with his flashlight. He spotted us and made us get down, and said we were lucky asses that we hadn’t been caught by the OLD, balding fat Public Safety guy, and we ran away and went to lie in the middle of the Bowl and stare at the stars.
Ah well that was a long sentence… LOL, at least in my mind. Talked to Joseph Evans earlier and he said that Doug is basically a loner whose obsessed with wrestling and his guitar and all he does is go straight home, finish his homework, and work on those two. I’m floored. Since Doug was so much like a GOD at Kent, it’s weird that he isn’t Big Man On Campus now… I always had pictured him as having thirty popular girls in love with him at any given time, everyone liking him… just like our class I guess… except I actually thought that he’d fit in better at KCHS. You know. Well, I’m going to stop my rampant rambling tangents and go study French. Tomorrow is cross-dressing day; I’m wearing Camp’s pants from the Kent 9/11 yard sale. Talk to you soon!
