April 5, 1998 -- Please excuse the brevity of this entry. It was scribbled into a notebook then typed up when I got home.

So I went home this weekend. We left last night and got here about 2am. To get the car, you know. Now I'm lying in a teeny-tiny bed, starring at this teeny-tiny room, writing in my notebook.

Feel so pathetic. I'm going back home in the morning. I'm going to be late to lab again, but it can't be helped. I just can't drive home tonight. I'm SOOOO tired.

I was looking through my high school stuff. The yearbook is infintely dull. All it really does is make me miss band, and make me want very badly to kill that damned bitch gym teacher who wrote over the pictures after I made it very clear I didn't want her to, then SCRIBBLED over her picture when I saw she was writing on the pictures and told her to give me the book back NOW. If I didn't believe they would have suspended me and not let me go to the prom (Oh, what a shame THAT would have been!), I would have wacked her across her face with the book before I left to whine to my guidance counselor about what a bitch the teacher had been.

But I found the book my AP English class had made. It has a short bio from every student in the class, then a story written about that student by another student. Andrew Hagerty wrote about me:

never will the moon fall down if kathy's around
because she loves the night and loves to fight all the scary sounds
that darkness makes and breaks and shakes and shatters
dead quiet of night that's right cause nothing matters
when she's in sight you can forget about life for a minute
and you heart'll make a smile so wide you could swim in it
and breathe she's a spooky halloween decoration
hanging in the window of the house and the creation
of chilling nightmares would be her power
like the candies you love so much because they're sour
she screams out like a cartoon ghost from scooby-doo
she's singing and swinging and flying around and saying boo
no clue what is hidden there behind her shadowed eyes
but i know enough to look for her out ridin the night skies

Needless to say, he wrote this back in my gonna-be-a-goth-when-I-grow-up days of high school. The story I wrote was for Annemarie Sarmiento and was a little longer. Here's some exerpts:

Besides being the best editor of every publication Baldwin puts out since, um, well...since any of the other editors, she's a dictator in a small South American country. Wait...sorry, wrong outline. She's the swingin'-est dancer in the Sultan's whole harem. Jeeze..and you'd think it would be easy to list all her good qualities!

Annemarie will burst into song briefly at any time, so watch out. If you are easily embarrassed you may not want to sit in front of her. You'll never know anyone who manages excess energy quite so well, or so musically. She rocks and rolls all night, parties every day, and still finds the time to copy your homework.

That's enough, eh? Tune in next week when our courageous hero tries to park on campus...without a parking permit!!!




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