October 30, 1989

Funny how things pass and don’t seem important anymore.  Last year, at this time my grandmother was not expected to live beyond that week but she is very much alive and well.  Also, last year was the big GDI fiasco with G. This year I went to the formal with him and has the most wonderful time.  I showed him which one G. was and G. just showed him out.  We did dips and kicks and twirls.  He tried to make G jealous.  I don’t know if he did but I know I had a great time.  Afterward, J. came over and we took $140. worth of booze. Oh, but the formal was incredible.  I had a wonderful time.

Really that is all I had to say.  I am still dreaming about S. and how I lived with him when I was sleeping.  But now I have added that he lives in C. too and we are going out together.  I would like a boyfriend just so that we can share things.  Secrets, stuff like that.

October 25, 1989

Hey,

What’s Up?  Well, I am going to the formal.  I don’t know about C.  At least I feel better about it.  Hell, I can’t tell if she really wants to go or not.  Even I don’t want to go for the right reasons.  I want to go because I know what a good looking man G. is and let’s face it, P. will be there, I just want to make him jealous.  The jerk, he could have asked me, but no!  I hate men.  Anyway, C. says she saw him looking at me on the way out.  Sure, he was.  He was probably asking himself, I wonder who would mercy-date her?  Oh, shut up you swine! Now, C. wants to go again.  After R. said no (but he had a good excuse and I am sure he would have gone.).  So when I said why don’t you get set-up she almost had a cow! So why is J. going to set her up?  Whatever!  She is really going for the wrong reason.  She will only hurt herself.

Anywho, I have been dreaming about one night I fell asleep and I wake up in the “Old West”.  I spend two years there.  One night I fall asleep there only to wake up here.  But here is the cool part.I have been gone for only seven or eight hours.  Anyway, my hair is really long, I am a very thin, I’ve got a tattoo, and a healed bullet wound.  Try to deal with school after an ordeal like that.  I’ve gone through the war with Mexico and France.  I’ve been a gunslinger.  I have been living and sleeping with a tough professional soldier for about two years.  Boy, I would think that would change my view on life.  I don’t think I will be too worried about hurting people’s feelings.  I’d probably be able to think faster and be more careful in the decisions I do make.  Anyway, it would be interesting to see what would happen.

Good night,

October 24, 1989

My Dear,

Okay, he accepted it.  But now I think I forgot to do an anthropology forum.  What is my problem this semester?  I am really a scatter brain.  Thankfully my anthropology professor is a lot easier to deal with.  I simply will talk to her today, play my dumb routine and we shall see what happens.

Other big to-dos.  G. asked why C. and I weren’t going to the formal.  We said because we could not find dates.  He said he would go with us.  He thought it would be a lot of fun if the three of us went.  I thought it was a great idea.  C. did not. Ultimately, she is not going and G. and I are.  I even told her I would get set up which at first I was objected to.

October 17, 1989, was the big earthquake in San Francisco.  It did not affect me but it sure freaked a lot of people at school!

The class is starting.