1984

this book is going to cover a bunch of dumb, useless articles that i am going to write whenever i feel like writing. right now as i start this notebook i am in mr wrights classroom discussing math problems. i know that im going to get approximately 6 tallies (disciplinary actions) writing this during classtime, and teachers are going to cross-examine me for writing such useless information, but its duty to myself because first of all i hope that it will keep me out of trouble. because when i get kind of bored i usually start trouble and get nailed. secondly, i love to write and particularly enjoy english, so this ought to be something of a challenge. last of all, i love to talk about strange stuff as anybody could tell you.

well, i just got 1 tally, told you! ive always been sought after by the teachers i guess. right now im on the bus trying to write on this cheap bumpy road. i always ride the bus with a headache, im not sure whether it is the little kids or the concrete seats. how i wish to god that i could have a few 9th graders on this bus, the only one is chris vetrano and he sits up front.

well now its 842pm and i just got in from looking at jupiter and its moons on telelscope. 'tv bloopers and practical jokes' is on tv now. some guy is supposedly finding a vultures egg in his yard upon returning from vacation. i cant stand how dick clark and ed mcmahon laugh at everything they show, and then they tell the corniest jokes. now monday night football is on, no matter what i just cannot get into watching sports, i think i may try out for soccer or football some time. but i guess i am not much into outdoor stuff, although i enjoy soccer, i am still mostly an indoor person. i love my computer.

now i am talking to robby on the phone, hes reviewing me on spanish. robby now complains that he is tired as always, and hes always saying how sick he is. now he feels miserable because i read this page to him. now we are going to plan to stay afterschool friday for the football game. next we discuss how eerie mike ansaroff acts lately. in the past 3 weeks that i have known robby hes become a close friend, i knew him last year, but kevin kept giving him wrong ideas about me. this year i have all my classes with robby, and theres a different side of him i couldnt recognize last year, but its hard to explain though. but you could say we have a lot in common because he can be really talkative after school. i dont know why im writing this because i have homework and a shower to take, so i better continue later around 10pm.

ok ive done my homework and shower and robby is back on the phone. oops! i accidently hung up on robby. now kris kemp calls, hes a quiet different 10th grader who tries to be a comedian, i think he thinks of himself as a 10th grade outcast, or at least that it the impressions i get from him. now its 1036pm. but overall hes pretty nice, because hes not the type to put down anyone, but that mysterious grin he always has drives me insane.

i just wanted to add that in this notebook i am not going to insult everyone and ill put just enough about someone that if they read it they would not get mad. in other words, im not going to tell all the true bothersome things about people because i am not the type to hold a grudge against somene. i mean, hey, i know theres people out there who would love to see me leave school. others just plain hate me for what i am, and i can admit that i am not an ordinary person, i dont play sports, i act unusual, etc, but if someone cannot find anything else to do except hold a grudge against me, or against others, then it may be within them that is the problem. personally, i live a happy life as long as i have control over my 10tally a week limit and i dont fail in a subject, i am carefree. i really could care less whether or not someone hates me, we cant please everyone cant we? if you cant like me for what i am, then i dont want a part of you. even though i am offbeat a bit, that doesnt exactly mean im good for nothing, heck, i can live without school, for my main interest is in electronics and computers. i enjoy electronics immensely and i have alot of electronic friends all over the us that think of me as something. as long as i can do something i enjoy, i can be serious. it figures that i like something that someone could never really tell. (yeah! billy idol is on the radio)

well, getting off that subject, i also wanted to say that nothing that is previously wrote will be changed by me, what i write is going to be what i feel at that time, and im not going to change it, although i might differ in something later in this notebook. hmmmm....im going to have a rough time filling up 240 pages of complaining and arguing with myself. its now 11pm and i think ill watch 'bizarre' (and HERE) on channel 29FOX, if its on that is....yep, its on, and im listening to it on my tv/radio, lets see what shall we complain about first? lets try tv....

cartoons - if theres one things that can be influential to kids its the cartoon industry. lets first of all say that a prime time 1/2 hour comedy makes it big, or a video game makes an income of $12m a month, or perhaps theres a new line of cute dolls out now that every girl or boy wants, the first thing they say is 'lets make it next seasons cartoon biggie so itll bring in even more money even though the cartoon will be cheaply done. some examples would be laverne & shirley in the army, Fonzie & Spacegirl Cupcake, and Mork & Mindy cartoons, plus others that only made it to the premiere. video games rack it in big, and channel 4 compacts them all down into one cartoon program called 'starcade' with cheap, no-plot shorts with frogger, qbert, donkey kong, and others i cant bear to watch. dragons lair is a new one i havent seen but ive heard its ok, but whos going to downgrade the videogame even if the dragons lair cartoon sucks. pole position is a cheapie cartoon that has an original plot of a car chasing bad guys. original, isnt it?

dolls and toys make it with ones such as he-man, with crummy voice and another sickening plot of stopping skeletor. the monchichis was a seasons loser dropping off. i for one cant see the excitement in seeing a bunch of monkeys jumping around in oak trees. this season brings on the orbots and those types which are a hit with younger boys who have heard of go-bots and its offspring the transformers. but toy cartoons did bring on 2 of my favorites, i like the chipmunks and the smurfs, which dont try to boost sales but to teach kids some morals of life, plus they arent all 'catch the bad guys' scenes which get repetitious after awhile. others ive remembered are the get-along-gang which teach morals and boost sales too, and the muppet babies which may be found cute, and the cabbage patch kids cartoon that is soon to come out. try to think of why theyre putting that one out. others such as wolfman tv and kidd video gets kids involved with todays society of music.

well, thats cartoons for now, at least its a 2 page filler, the time is now 1140pm and i just cant stop writing (good or bad??) see what happens when i find a useless notebook hanging around? im starting to get tired and my hand hurts, im listening to monday night football, good ole cosell is on tonight. its a pain in the butt to try and write on a waterbed. i hope it rains tomorrow, i find rain relaxing. well here ends the date of september twenty fourth in nineteen eighty four to be lost in eternity, i cant wait till english and science tomorrow, its fun. adios amigos, oh no, the spanish test tomorrow! . . . .

its now 718am and i am getting ready to go to the busstop......

now im in my homeroom of g18, with mrs anderson. my first period is in my homeroom and we have a spanish test today i dont really understand but ill hopefully pass. now we have to pay for schools financial needs, and at $3000 a head that covers quite an area of financial needs id think, and then they make us pay for useless books and in the cafeteria they take a bundle by increasing prices every year. they buy it wholesale for around 10 cents each and sell it for 40 or 45 cents, and when they come to12 a pack that $4.20 a box when they pay just $1.20 for it, but thats business. i guess ill stick to my moms soggy sandwiches....

well i just had the spanish test and it was way too hard. bummer!

well yesterday night i was talking about tv, so ill keep on that subject, if theres one thing i hate on channel 29 and late night tv its those corny $19.99 commercials plus the local infomercials. first of all, theres the grapefruit 45 diet plan in where farmer brown comes onscreen with his south fo' accent and says that hes found, unleashed, the secret to the grapefruit. the only way i can understand if mr farmer found its dietetic powers is if he gave some pigs grapefruit in their pen and nothing else, and eventually they lost 5 pounds. then our conniving little farmer shows how he compacted a grapefruit into a pill. i wouldnt be suprised if it was a grapefruit seed soaked in sugar water. anyone knows that a grapefruit is closely related to oranges, tangerines, lemons, etc, so how come fat people arent going around sucking lemons? yes, and you get the grapefruit45 diet plan for $19.99, but how many do you get? they state they you must take three a day, and how long do you have to take them though to lose 10,20 pounds? just imagine ole bertha weighing in at 320 pounds and she wants to lose 100 pounds, so she gets this dietplan and with it comes 25 pills, and a paper saying in order to lose 5 pounds you should take them for 8 days, which leaves an extra pill. berthas now out $20 and just 5 pounds. 95 to go.

theres others that work the same way, but i dont want to go knitpick every one of them and i wouldnt even waste a needle for the albums like 'history of rock' or 'italian dance party' or the great combo of mozart, beethoven and hayden. if all these products are so fantastic how come they are not on primetime, how come they cannot get stores to carry them, and why do you get 10 extra things besides the original product. how come they are never sold for the price they claim its worth. well, im not going to worry about it because theyll never fool me. hold on while i write my check out for the ginsu knife.

sometimes local commercials can be funny because of their stupidity, im sure weve all had our peeves with them. i dont know a friend that gets excited when pizza hut commercials comes on singing '1, 2, 3, ive come to tell you that your pizza is free', catchy tune eh? love them singers, they should try out for culture club.

or the yoohoo commercials where kids come up from the left, right, up, down, and go 'yoohoo!' the whole time. big dialogue. at least channel 29 doesnt have too many commercials until late night after primetime. some commercials go way off track to show you skintight jeans or a bikini just to introduce you to a new laxative or soda, the companies know what to use to attract attention before revealing the product. lets face it, which one would someone (primarily teenagers) want to watch someone ask for an aspirin in a white room on hidden camera, or else see jane fonda guzzling down a tab? its all psychology, an older person wouldnt want to see christie brinkley cleaning dentures, but rather grandma jones blueberry stained ones, with gramma jones explaining her personal denture problems.

its the same way with children, who would rather see gi joe in a cartoon with bombs blowing up all around then to see some guy explaining about how the finest diecast metals go into every gi joe.

whenever i decide to watch the chipmunks on a saturday morning, i get stuck to see a commercial starring some more 'return of the jedi' figures that werent even in the movie. some kid moves around a toy dude that looks like a cross between a cockroach and a kangaroo and goes "im gonna get you luke!" and the other kids says "no youre not feeboleno!" and the kid throws a rock on top of him, "aarrgghhh! you got me!". that i cant stand. well, it seems like i covered enough tv for now, ill probably talk about premieres later. . .

it is now 12:29pm and mr walker in civics class said he cant stand 8th graders looking into the windows and smearing their noses on it to say hello. i told him to rub some poison on the window and he could find it in the cafeteria. i cant do good in history class, i find it boring, not the class but the subject as a whole. i dont see the reason to know who polished columbuses shoes. i know enough in civics more than ill ever need to know, but in history i keep notes and study hard but ill never be able to get an A in it.

now im in english class and were supposed to be explaining who would wear a crimson coat in our notebooks. im trying to figure out the quickest way to finish this. id like to fill 20 pages today and get it done in 12 days, but i dont think i could fill it all, ill just write down stuff about my classes. the time is 108pm. when i first get to school theres my homeroom, i sit up front with BrEnT right behind me. we pray and we pledge, nothing exciting.

next is spanish, robby sits in front of me, he cant stand spanish, its soso for me, primarily because i had to take the class. after spanish comes science with mr vollaro, he lectures and writes on the board for the whole classtime, and occasionally gives us 10 minute lectures whenever he sees a wad of paper fly across the room. i get 3 tallies almost every day, but now i write this to occupy me. i usually talk with jimmy or sean or draw on the bottom of kellys shoe heels. sitting right up front can be both a disadvantage and advantage.

after science is bible, its a good class, i sit in back with robby in front of me. (now im back on the bus listening to 'leave it' by the band yes on my walkman, jam!) in bible class, mr lindsey is a nice guy, he seems to be one of the only teachers who understands students, maybe because he majored in psych in college. i can tell im going to do good in bible this year.

when bible class is over, we tralala to lunchtime, i hate lunch, everyday i sit somewhere different, its always filled up, and today i even ate lunch alone in classroom g18 with kris kemp. i cant stand the lunch i always get, its so predictable, i get the hi-c box, 4 soggy cookies, 2 hot soggy sandwiches, which i rarely nibble at. i hate sandwiches, the acrid smell of the hot mayo or sauce in my locker. (on the bus i have a crummy headache i wish those little kids could shutup for once, now im listening to 'eat it' by wierd al and im gonna stop writing). . .

im back, its 447pm and i got home 15 minutes ago and raided the kitchen. its storming hard outside and im watching a repeat of mork and mindy. ok, anyways, after lunch comes and goes i have civics with robby right behind me, i find civics boring sometimes, i really dont want to know all that stuff. next comes english class, i wanted to take honors english but i heard its quite boring, so that would not be for me. in english class its fun, i usually mumble and the teacher doesnt mind as long as i keep my hand raised the whole time and i always answer correctly when called upon. i sit in the far back all squished up against the corner wall and holly, whom im always bugging. its probably my favorite class. miss kelso, the teacher, seems nice.

physical education is after english, i have it with robby again, so far weve played football, were supposed to play flag football but 9th graders tackle, it adds excitement to knock their feet out in front of them or throw them down. its a good time to relax and calm down, i cant stand the smell of the locker room. whoa, the news just said that theres a tropical depression heading our way, its 400 miles away now, at 530pm.

mr wrights class is next, we always do the same stuff, and its a waste of time to watch him work out other peoples problems they cant solve themselves. i worked on the next lesson twice while hes working out someone elses problem, but he catches me doing it, throws it away dramatically and then gives me a tally. if we want to work ahead 1 solitaire lesson, why not? why should we have to watch him help someone else when we may have a complete understanding of it? im not condemning someone for not understanding something, heck, any attentive person asks for help if they need it, im just saying its a waste of time for others who already know it.

well, thats my daily boring schedule. right now its 1009pm and remington steele is on, kris just called and i told him i had to go, i said my mom was probably on the phone, so he said " hello mrs greenwald" and that was nice, but then he goes "hang up the phone, this is none of your business" and thank god i was wrong about her being on.

i hate having to go to bed at 1030pm when everyone else gets to go to bed whenever they want, or later than me. i feel like a jerk telling someone i have to get off the phone to go to bed at 1015pm.

i got stuck with writing a skit for homecoming, its not that i dont want to do it, its just that theres only 24 hours in a day, theres just no time! wendy said she had an idea yesterday and she wanted the words to 'jam on it!', and the skit is due tomorrow....uhoh!

now im talking with robby again! we always seem to find something to talk about. before we had an argument about prejudice'ism', and he can be quite touchy sometimes. he will start in on how bad i looked with a mustache and then when i finally shaved he said how bad i looked without it. then he decides my nose is too pointy. he also has to add that i had a fuzzy face and a big head like udichenko the russian kid. yet whenever i say something about him, he will not only start in on self-pity but give someone a guilt complex as well. he loves to do that, he loves when i tell him about what he does too.

boy, ive been writing and writing and still havent gotten anywhere, so far ive done approximately 4 pages a day, which means this notebook would take a month to fill. arrgh! ill never do that, i wonder how many words that would be (calculations on page) so about 78,400 words, actually thats not much considering 5,000 words for a science project, thats 15 eassys to fill this notebook.

remington steele is on at 1039pm again, im bouncing around on my waterbed with posters staring at me on my left, and the computer table to my right. i have a cramped room, most people say they get the impression that my room is sloppy if any clothes are hanging around, but as far as i know i keep a tidy room, although occasionally i take something apart and prolong putting it back together again.

i love taking things apart, such as cassette decks and radios or whatever else i can get my hands on, but i seem to manage to lose screws. i did a stupid thing a few weeks ago and i have regretted every moment of it. my computer keyboard was getting stuck so i ventured on cleaning it, so i took the computer apart. my computer is a 4k upgraded to now 64k extended color basic version 1.0 trs80 grey-model color computer, i call it coco for short. so i took the keyboard out and cleaned it by putting all the keys into a sock and then washing the sock, and then putting all the keys back into place. well that worked out fine but i just had to see the SAM, RAM, PIA, CPU, ROM, and the gates, so i took the rf modulator shield off and proded around on the chips, my mistake, i knew better but thats me!

i gave it to a friend of mine, bob boyce, and that brings on a whole new subject that i might as well start talking about....later....

its 11pm and i want to watch 'bizarre', that is a great program, just my type of humor. oh jeez, channel 29 has a black and white oldie on with a bunch of dudes tap dancing, eech! . . .

in in my room getting ready for school, its another day and i feel great because isador may hit us soon with winds at 55mph coming at us at 10mph and its 300 miles se if miami. that means if it stays that same course it will get to us thursday night.

im now on the bus going to school, as i was relaxing with my head against the window gazing out, i noticed a group of 3 boys and 2 girls who last year had egged our bus when i had the window open, splotch! all over my finals for bible exam notes to study with. today, they made complete fools of themselves by mooning the bus, i was the only person who saw the jerks, not that im a pervert or something. the bus driver never cares what they do, last year when they would throw eggs and rocks, mrs kurlmeyer would keep on driving, shes no fun. i wonder what they have planned for tomorrow. i think ill say something back.

now im in civics in my own 'zone' and the time its 1219pm, i just finished reading joce lins beginning of a story called 'omega deception', she has always had a flair for writing extremely good stories. kris and joce last year used to be a team in writing stories and comparing, although kris didnt write too many. i myself used to write stuff but i just cant seem to make them interesting and i cant make a plot. thats why i write this diary. some day joce will be right up there with stephen king, my favorite. kris and kevin kemp, brothers, seem to be paranoid of girls. thats strange, he never mentions them, he mostly talks about computers or imitating people. now he branches off from writing and plays the drums....

now im in english class and we just finished a pop quiz, so now we are reviewing the answers.

now, to talk about coco....

when i recieved my modem last christmas in 83, it meant unpacking my computer, because i had it previously for 3 years except there was nothing i could afford to do with it. so i unpacked it and hooked my 4k-upgraded-to-16k desktop to the data cassette drive and the 8" black and white tv. i used the modem to called up a bbs, a bulletin board system, and it is mostly for giving people messages and getting them back. i met two kids named craig moates (apple) and john wtterstrand (atari), they were both sysops on the bbs, they were 'system operators', sysops for short. they were 15 and pretty ok. after a while of knowing them i got to become a sysop on the ramik I bbs. it was neat, i got to manage the passwords and user logs and messages of peoples. then 2 months later i met bob boyce whos around 30-35, and he gave me a 64k upgrade to my coco, and he had b*a*s*h*e*s, they were monthly get togethers for computer users.

i met alot of people and made quite a few friends there, i became quite wellknown and it was great, since then i became quite involved in phreaking, which is sort of like charging-back longdistance phonecalls to sprint,teltec,mci, etc, and also i got into pirating, which is copying copyrighted files, and also i got into hacking, which is finding passwords to colleges, nasa, etc sort of like wargames. it is all taking a chance because thats why the fcc is around looking for our types.

one friend of mine i have calls himself 'graham hacker' and hes told me he has no real name because the fbi is after him, hes a bit strange, but he knows alot about electronics. then i got a floppy disk drive, and then a color tv, and a computer table for my room.

now i know people all over the states to trade programs, i was thrilled one time to find out that one person i traded with, eric t, is the editor for a top computer magazine.you wouldnt think that such a person would be in on such things. but now im more into the electronic side of computers since bob and graham know alot about them, plus im putting up my own bbs, in which you need hardware that will pick up the phone when it rings and then put my computer online for others to call from all over the usa, i think it oughta be pretty neat.

now im in physical education in the gym on the top corner.

now its 856pm and im on my bed talking to robby again, my tv reports that isadore is headed our way, my previous prediction may be off because the storm was stationary today, i have to cover about 2-3 pages before i go to bed, plus i have to study for algebra and a pop quiz in civics. isadora is 150 miles from miami. i spent most of the evening riding my bike against the wind and getting sand in my eyes. there is a little rule around here in loxahatchee, nobody gets on my road and i dont bother theirs. well, i made it past 'their' road and went to a garys house to see what was up with him, and before i knew it it was dusk and then dark, that is THEIR time, i had to bike a mile with big red atc 3wheelers on my heels. i escaped to my territory with minor scratches, and they dont go further because i have my own territory in these woods pretty well downpat remembered.

2 weeks ago on a saturday i had a party with sean, darren, charles, robby, billy, brian, brent, and kris kemp. we spent awhile on the computer and then played some football out back, and next we used the video camera, that was fun, we did the pizza hut commercial and the grapefruit 45 diet plan. then everyone mass attacked brent. after lunch we spent a little bit more time on the computer with them trying to play the 40 programs id downloaded.

then we all decided to take a hike so i packed brownies, jars of water, a radio, and a slingshot with bbs, and put them all in a backpack which brent wore. billy took one walkietalkie and i took the other. later we would break off into groups in the woods. (uhoh news flash good ole isabel is 125 miles now from wpb with 50mph winds), so we hiked for a mile along a canal and then another half mile along a paved road we found, and then a right on the main canal which is weedy and filled with alligators and snakes since its the everglades. the canal takes a sharp turn to the right 1 mile down and a bridge is at that turn. before the turn in the canal though, we found an old broken down canoe. so sean, darren, charles got on it and paddled with sticks to the bridge. now the wide dirt span bridge has two pipe tunnels going thru it, and only one was open, because the second one is opened only for floods. so they swerved past the whirlpool caused by the rushing water and they went through the long and dark aluminum tunnel for 40 feet. then we tied it onshore when they reached the other side for future use.

so we broke into two groups, robby and kris stayed home on the computer and didnt come with us. sean, billy, and i were in one group and darren, charles, brian and brent were in the other group. we stayed behind for 5 minutes while they got lost into the woods somewhere. the object was to find and attack the other group by the element of surpise. that went on for two hours with the walkietalkies for clues. we found them once and they saw us once, after two hours sean and billy gave up and headed back to the bridge, i decided to stop and wait for the other group who had supposedly broken up also. i stopped at a fork in the trail, took 3 steps into the woods, and waited, after 15 minutes of waiting i decided to get back onto the trail, but after taking two steps onto the trail there was brian and brent and the contents of the backpack strewn across the pineneedles. all this time there was 1 yard of palmettos between us. brent told me the water jar opened and everything for wet including the walkietalkie, that was the end of that, and the beginning of us eating a soggy brownie when we all met back at the bridge.

we took turns going thru the tunnel in the canoe, when we got bored of that, we crammed the leaking thing with brian, darren, charles, and i. we paddled around the bend and swerved into some reeds which freaked us out because of alligators in them. we came to a delta, dirt erosion coming out into the canal, and there was billy, sean, and brent.

charles, kiddingly, goes, "hey brent throw the walkietalkie here!" and it all seemed to happen in slow motion, imagine a $200 cb flying through the air to land right into the water. i felt like either barfing into the already grumy black water or strangling someone. "aaaahhh!" i cried, noone could hear me because they were staring open mouthed, eyes glassily gaping at brent as he mutterd "hey charles you missed!", and next comes a barrage of cut-downs to brent from everyone as they took off their shoes to search in the water. i found it luckily, but would it work?

billy had given up all hope so he decided to see if he could brave going back to my home alone, brent and sean soon followed taking the other stuff with them, as the rest of us decided to see just how far we could go. 5, 10, 15 minutes had went by and we were getting bored, so what did i do for excitement? i began slowly to take the canoe apart, patch by patch, until little leaks had sprouted all over, and our landing was in sight 1/2 mile ahead. if we had to abort the trip now there was only impassable thick reeds on both sides. we soon reached our destination with a flooded down canoe. one thing we couldnt understand is how could the canal come to a dead stop? there was no tunnel, just a seemingly dead end with all sorts of junk floating around. brian took a step out of the canoe a foot from shore an luckily he was holding onto the canoe, because it was at least 6 feet deep one foot from shore, i measured it with a moldy 2x4 floating around.

next was the long walk home, at the beginning of the walk we went through an ATV 3 wheeler track which had BIG puddles quickly evaporating which results in slippery mud, charles and i took advantage of that. we would run and slide a good 5 feet without falling. but then we got stuck in thick mid and it started sucking me under to my thighs. by the time we got back to the house it was 7pm, we had left the house at 2pm, and then we watched movies and ate supper, then they all left except for brent who stayed the night. on sunday brent and i went to bobs and since he ran an arcade, bob had the originals of astron belt, firefox, dig dug, mach III, defender and donkeykong III in his small apartment. guess what i did for a few hours!

well, its 1045pm and im watching st elsewhere, the rain keeps pounding away outside on and off. now i must study for history, see you at 1110pm.

well my mom wouldnt let me study so now im writing in the dark with the tv on, i do hope we get it as a tropical storm, i love storms!

the time is 751am, at first thought i was late for school, since the bus is at the corner of the dirt and paved roads at 730, and i woke up at 720, but all schools were closed in the county of palm beach, and its because of the tropical storm. it moved fast during the night, nothing changed except that its now 40 miles easy of ft lauderdale and moving inland. it has been lightly raining all night and the worst will hit us before noon. my mom just left for work at 8am and my dad left at 630am so im by myself watching the flintstones.

i had the wierdest dream, i was in a hospital hallway with computers all over, then i walked into an arcade and played some games that would be pretty neat if they were real. then some guy came in and asked if we all had permits to be in here. then suddenly, the scene switched places and i was taking a rollercoaster ride and then my coaster disappeared and i was standing alone on just tracks, it was rollercoaster tracks coming out of a 8-10story building. it was old and broken down, then i realized that i better get off the tracks so i jumped onto the rooftop and looked into the other rollercoaster cars, and each was filled with everyone from school. on the other side of this rooftop caroline and kristi and someone i didnt know were fixing their own broken coaster car. i looked out at the other cars and one which had sean, robby, and mike on it derailed and they all held onto the tracks, and thats all i can remember because my mom woke me up.

its now 850am and the great space coaster (and HERE)is over, and now ill watch judge wapner bawl everyone out on peoples court. i just got back from riding my bike outside and the roads are just a thick muddy layer. its not raining now, i bet my school, the kinds academy, is happy they didnt have school open today. a 'report' came across the screen saying 2 kids were killed this morning in a train-bus crossing, in the one county north of us which didnt have schools closed.

im back at 9pm, what a tough day, my dad got home at 1015am because work was called off, at that time the sun was shining with only a few clouds, so at 1145 we went out to town and thats when the weather started back up. we first went to playworld to look for a family videogame and check out the vectrex game system, it was then light sprinkles on and off. then we went to north amercian rare coins, where you have to press a button and buzzer which tells the guy inside to open the door as a safety precaution. so we go inside and there was one guy in the front, the back was a business room with glass rooms, as my dad is looking at coins the guy at the front counter says 'we got company, anyone back there?' and then 'yes' reports a voice from behind a oneway mirror. my dad and i didnt have the slightest idea what he was talking about, i hear the buzzer go off and i look at the door, two black guys in their early 20s were heavily dressed, and behind them was a car pulled up on the curb. the car was a black sedan with 2 other black guys in the back seat. the man opened the door and let them in, and they came straight up to the front counter and took out a black worthless coin and said to the guy 'whats that worth?'. that was our cue to leave.

next we went to kmart to look at crossbows, then came going to 'best' so i could look for a watch for my upcoming birthday. there i saw an ultimate watch for $50, it was a seiko computer watch with memory in it. my dad said it cost too much, so i saw another like it for $27 by armitron. i hope i can get that seiko!

by then it was storming outside and on the way home we hit a part of the woods that had two feet of water on the road, and there were stalled cars on both sides of the road. our mailbox contained a radioshack 'where is as is' sale, in it there was a portable computer, the PC-1 for half the price! id love to get that! but my parents said that i owed them $222 still for my trs-80 coco and i have to pay them back first. i hope they can get that for me!

otherwise today i did absolutely nothing except bike in the rain and against the wind.

now im talking to chris vetrano on the phone and we are talking about the disgusting whining little kids on the bus. all the little kids on the bus do is sing whiny little songs, and i get stuck with a strange little boy on the annual seating arrangements on the bus who is known for his wise profound sayings such as 'i want your p*****', to which i respond with always saying 'keep quiet and keep looking out the window'. chris vetrano likes cathy at school, but so does marcus taylor, so of course chris now hates marcus, its competition between the two, until they get into a fight.

well, the storm is over, and isabel was really nothing more than a bad storm, tomorrow public school is out because of the jewish new year, and common sense tells you why my christain school is open tomorrow. after school i should be staying after for a float party and then a football game. thats going to be fun, and of course ill be staying afterschool with robby and perhaps aslak isokangas too. i couldnt fill 4 pages today, im already runing out of things to say, im not going to overdo it, if im constantly working on this then no doubt ill get sick of it.

wow, i missed alot, its now the first of october 1984 and i gave this to kris on friday and got it back yesterday, then i left this notebook in civics and now i just found it again. lets see, on friday, robby and i stayed after for the football game, we went to the crosscounty mall and got kicked out of the radio shack, and then we met john and troy, we walked back to school by 630 and on the way we broke beer bottles in back of an abandoned store. when we got back into the schoolyard, robbys grandparents were there ready to pick him up so he left early.

i am now in bible class on monday right before lunch, right now we are talking about the reagan and mondale debate, i think mondale did a sneaky trick, reagan expected mondale to come out fighting because the debate would make or break mondale. instead mondale acted like a gentleman not only confusing reagan, but seeming appealing to the undecided viewer. im for reagan, who isnt, and i think he did fairly well, they say that presidents always lose debates, but lets face it, if mondale ran the country 4 years and then they had the debate, lets see who did better, the existing president usually plays defensive in debates because whats there to criticize about mondale other than his future promises. my pet peeve in the debate was baba wawa, alias barbara walters. she acts like 'im god you people better listen to me or ill zap you out of existence', twice she warned the audience to keep quiet, the third time she save a lecture pertaining to polite audiences. she wasted time telling them how unfair it was to clap, how it wasted time, and they were invited guests, and they were expected to obey.

the man who asked reagan about religion had some nerve! thats when reagan showed a little that he was steamed. i cant wait to see the ferraro/bush debate. she is going to be whipped. tonight i am gonna do a lot more writing in this to catch up with the week i missed.

now im in civics and again we are discussing the debate. tonight im going to be killed when my parents see my tally disciplinary letter, i got a tally today because i didnt get the letter signed by them last night, i didnt think this weekend was a good time to show it to them. its my second tally letter this month, if i get one more i have lunch detention. i know im going to get at least one more, not that i want to. one thing i have noticed is that all this year i have gotten tallies for talking, yet the person i am talking to never gets one ever.

now i am in english discussing clauses, subordinate and independants. sometimes i just sit and wonder why these things must be known, im just a person who is satisfied with a subject and a verb, but we just have to know why adjective subordinate clauses have relative pronouns. 10% of people in this world can benefit from the use of trigonometry, i just enjoy english but why all this?? especially at $4000 a year.

i had an exciting weekend, i again decided to go onto the next dirt road, 129th, the redneck road, i felt brave so i ran over this kids 4x4 toy track laid across the dirt road, so the kid runs in and told some other kids, i went into the woods and came back and they were all slowly following me on their bikes, ill leave out the conversation we had, it outghta be evident why, but i slowly rode my bike ignoring their threats, thats steams them, one of them did a fancy stop-in right in front of my so i would have to stop as well on my bike, but he tipped over and i ran over his bike and foot and hauled off, it was actually quite funny.

whenever i have the time, i always go biking, i LOVE biking, theres nothing better in the outdoors other than sailing, than biking. i made my bike myself, and i think it was worth it. i havent ridden a better bike even though its not the best looking bike. i have a bmx type but id rather have a 10-speed for distance. this past weekend i went ramping with a friend a. he did an ultimate wipeout and succeeded in ripping his knee up and ruining his backwheel. i screwed up when i tried to jump off my bike before the ramp, the first time it was pretty neat, but the second time my foot got caught and i fell off the bike onto the ramp, boy is my foot a wreck!

its 923pm and i am watching a comedy i forgot the name of. i think ill call robby again, him and kris also started a diary-like thing and they enjoy it. i dont hang out around kris as much anymore, i get a habit of hanging up on him when he calls me now. robby is always writing his'story' down, now im talking to robby and he just told me he had decided to get a coco, good choice. that reminds me about how mad i am with kris. for a month i explained to him everything about the coco and the advantages of it over the commode (commodore64 computer), i gave him magazines and invited him for an afternoon of using my computer. after all this he suddenly decided to get the commode, now whenever im talking to someone about a coco he will interrupt and say that cocos suck and commodes were the best. hes just saying that probably because he can only afford a cheap computer.

i invited robby over next weekend but it look doubtful becaus of what robby calls 'overprotectiveness', i love to tease him by saying that we will go over and fight the rednecks when he comes here. in fact, someone used spray paint on our street and wrote 'klan kountry' everywhere, thats believeable because the KKK is often seen around here in the woods, why cant they just croak off.

im in science now, everythings talking as always, and then he will give me and kelly the only tallies because we are closest to him up front. now he is giving us an overhead sheet to review and he is going way too fast.

im in bible class now, jim meldrim, last year he was something else, he would do anything in the book with stephen reidmer alongside him. this year jimmy became saved and i havent seen him do a single thing wrong, i have all my classes with him. but in science class, jon b with a 'different' personality said 'oh my god', and jimmy turned around and reminded him not to say that word, and jon told jimmy not to shove that stuff down his throat, and he only listens to adults. so jimmy then says something else i didnt catch and jon too responded, but it was just the way jon said it that was suprising to me.

last year was better than this year except for some people, if i could combine these two years it would be great, kids like jody and steven were particular pains to people, jodys one goal in life is to flirt with girls like darlene and kelly, he even has a beard now and come to the football games in punk, he wasnt that bad though at the game. steven has some sort of problem mentally, hed realize the punchline of a joke 5 minutes after it was told, then hed hang on you and literally hug you laughing really goofy, it was like he would suffocate when he would laugh.

kelly noe was the one that jodi and his friends were after last year because of her looks. darlene was the same way, jimmy likes her and suzie smith alot.

this year is different with new teachers and lots of new kids. this is boring to talk about right now. i think ill talk about everyone this year at school to fill up more pages. this year im good friends with robby, who is friends with mike ansaroff. mike has to always cut me down somehow whenever i talk to him. i dont think we have too much in common. jimmy has changed alot and is quiet so noone fools around with him much except for karl kahlert. karl is funny in the way he reacts when you do things to him. such as in civics ill hit or scribble on his paper and other stuff, he never does anything back he just gives a dirty look, overall karls a cool kid.

shawna bequillas and katrina sit near where robby and i sit in some classes. shawna is something as as far as personality, she is not comparable to the other girls in the way she talks about different boys, so to say. katrina is new this year and she is really strange, she does strange stuff like paint her fingernails with whiteout, or take her pen apart and spread the dripping ink all over the place. or she will say the strangest stuff, and robby and i only look at each other and crack up when she does wierd stuff.

in my homeroom i have brent behind me, i sometimes tease him, but hes nice, at least he doesnt use that hair grease anymore. next is science, where i sit around kelly kohlhepp, grant cibula, caroline dixon, kristi kapua, jim kilgore, glen hamsy, maggie tietrault, zoboke and aslak isokangas. aslak is a pretty funny guy, and sometimes does crazy stuff, like today he shoved roy sams in the girls locker room and held the door closed for a few minutes. i remember last year when aslak went to brents house for the weekend.

kelly, maggie, and kristi seem to be triplets, they are so much alike even their laughs, and in science they are so unpredictable in their moods, sometimes they are rowdy and bug jimmy, other times they might be studious and quiet, and sometimes a bit of both. last year sean went with maggie for a month, whats new? sean last year went with both maggies on and off, but this year he is quieter, last year is seemed like everyone went through liking everyone else, and this year its only one group thats always been together.

jim kilgore returned to this school again this year, considering he missed two years in our private school when he went to public school in 7th and 8th grades. i was good friends with him before then, hes still funny. i remember how kristi in 6th grade used to date, and i mean hate, jimmy and i. he still says he cannot get over that. this year he made it on the football team and he fit in perfectly at the beginning of this year with the sports guys and he particularly seems to be a hit with the girls.

grant cibula is quiet but laughs alot and gets no tallies, and tells corny jokes and failed a grade, hes a nice kid.

carolina dixon is funny, sean and i call her chipmunk and thats the truth, she looks like a chipmink and a mournful look on her face whenever you call her that which cracks me up. last year some of the boys were mean to her by what they said, now shes quiet, but just like last year i guess.

glen hamsy last year was a total jerk, the same at the beginning of this year, but now he has settled down and is really funny by the things he gets away with with the teachers. zoboke is new this year, that kid is wound up, lemme tell ya. now at least everyone else in school has someone to criticize other than me. he is eternally asking questions that may or may not relate to what we are covering, and sometimes i dont even think he understands his questions. but regardless, he loves to ask trivial questions. bokes hair is somehow straight up, i dont know how he does it, and noone has even asked him what his nationality is, even though we all wonder. he must come from the vicinity of india because hes obese and tan.

today in bible he asked to pray and it went something like this "lord thanks for america that we are not in russia crawling around soviet spies and risking being shot to read the bible, thank you for letting us be alive, that we havent been hit by a truck yet..." i cannot remember the rest, but nonetheless mr lindsey the bible teacher was steamed.

bible comes next and ive mentioned the others in this class except for troy and karen guillen. troy is a cool guy to be around, i dont know him too well, but hes always been nice around me. i seem to always say 'nice' about everyone when describing them, i cannot seem to find any other word, how about 'friendly' for troy? theres not too much to write about karen g, in science class in 7th grade we used to draw pictures and trade them with each other, she can draw portraits well, shes fairly quiet too.

in civics today the new girl sat in front of me, everyone says shes good looking, except all i ever see of her is the back of her head.

sibohan, seans sister, told sean and i that she has the same physical education class with the new girl, and that she is a valley girl because she said 'boy these phys ed shorts we have to wear are like gnarly' to sibohan.

it is 1054pm and i just took a shower, i put this pungent icky goo on my face and it is burning my face off. i am watching channel 29 and a programs called 'MONEY: how to make it' is on with two people, a chinese guy moogoo gaipan is saying how if you have a few hundred dollars laying around, particularly your lifesavings he grinned, then you can turn it into millions in a few weeks, and then a lady argues that a better investment is in stocks.

bizzare is now on, any time now my mom will come in and yell at me for being up late. can you believe that i must go to bed at 1030pm, i rarely do though, because my parents go to bed earlier and earlier each week it seems. i can hear my dad in the den listening to the baseball game on the radio, maybe he fell asleep in there, lemme check him out....he sure isnt sleeping, he yelled at me for not being in bed, but im just not sleeping. next week we have an extra day because of the day missed because of the isadora storm day, there is another tropical storm that turned into a hurricane today, josephine, and it is stalled right now. i wish we would just get the edge of it, id love a nice flood. well, i gotta get some sleep. oops, i just realized i forgot to return this pen back to grant today.

aah, whats better than a noisy busride to school? im on the bus, i had a crazy dream last night though ive forgotten parts of it. it was night at my house and my parents and i were laying down, relaxing watching tv. the news was on and they were talking about robberies. it was cool so our windows were open, suddenly theres a bloodcurdling scream was heard across the street and some crashes. i freaked out and so we closed the windows, and then our dog, big red, started barking as we began to eat our dinner when another scream was heard from out next door neighbor. i forgot what happened then, but another scream was heard again from another nextdoor home and i turned on our outdoor floorlights in the backyard and saw a shadow behind an umbrella treet and the news was talking about the robberies, so i turned the channels and some preacher now was on telling listeners to put their pianos outside, and right then the robber was in my house, and he said he had robbed people, but he was only taking their pianos, then i asked him why everyone would scream, and he replied that by saying he would cut the victims electric off and wear a glow-in-the-dark luminescent skeleton bodysuit and mask.

its hard to put it in writing because its mostly forgotten and it went too fast. some people never think of dreams, they think of them as an everyday occurence. but think of how you dream, why your mind can produce stories that you couldnt create while you were awake. is it the second mind? are they the brains way of keeping you company while you sleep? how come some dreams can relate to the next days happenings? when you are younger, how come dreams switch scenes more often? how come i cannot dream when i am awake? i dont think we will ever find out, its just another unexplained mystery of man.

it looks like hurricane josephine is going to pass us, next week we have to make up a day missed, hey, i already wrote that! now im in science, we are discussing the staircase method, wow. glen and i are discussing tallies on my pocket computer i got after all and will pay off over time. kelly seems upset behind me, kristi seems a bit sullen herself, and everyones quiet, something must be up again amongst them.

now jimmy is perky again, and everyones slowly getting louder and louder. maggie is picking on glen, im not getting too many tallies now, i hope i can keep it that way through next semester, well i just got another tally, of course every day i must expect to get a tally in this class since im first in his line of view. now mr vollaro is shuffling his tallies, you know hes mad when he takes off his glasses. he is now telling us to 'repent' and things like that because glen said 'seanyman' when sean walked up front to put his tally on the teachers desk. chipmink is going into her blank-stare zone and it cracks me up when she just freezes looking at the carpet or something. now she is trying to see what i am writing.

maggie is severely attacking glen with flicks to the head and hits to the back. mr vollaro is made and yelling at us and calling us 'brother', he mustve heard sean in the back making noises and he is threatening to send sean to the office. this class has 1 minute to go and then bible is next.

i am stretching out in the back of civics, the beginning of class was a mess. first of all glen and i were fooling around and as he went out the door i reached to grab him and my desk tipped over with my legs tangled beneath it, and next robby sat on the front of my desk and tipped it forwards, and it hit the new girls desk and all her books fell. she wasnt around so i went to pick them up before she came and i put them on her desk, but then annette knocked them all off again, so they went back on, then off, on off on, off on, and when she finally comes to her desk i felt like a fool desprately putting the scrambled books and notes on her desk.

now we are learning about disadvantages of the two party system, i think.

there is a new $19.99 commercials on that introduces the viewer to KNOCK OFF, an exciting fun filled fact filled question and answer game thats easy. the object is to get from start to finish by answering questions, suchs as 'did pike climb to his peak? how many stomachs does a cow have?' and youd expect to pay $40 for this game like famous competitors, but no! its not 40, not 30, but $19.99! order now and you will receive an extra set of game cards on music, a $12 value! with extra questions like 'what instrument did capone play? where is the rock of jazz'

thats some of the dumb commercial, its primarily a sorry attempt of trivial pursuit, which id like to get. 3 minutes until good ole english class.

i am now in english class and i just saw chipmunk get a tally! what a feat! i brought my bag of old coins to school, holly showed me some of the grecian coins, they have the wierdest alphabet and they even write on the edge of the coins. 2 minutes until phys ed, its friday.

what a disgusting lousy rotten day, i wish i was dead, i had my tallies perfectly under control, then this morning i am handed a tally from my disgusting bus driver for being late to the bus, i am not late to the bus, i come out with other high schoolers and none of the other buses have their doors closed as they all wait, only my bus when she sees me coming, i cant believe that witch.

then i look on the tally chart and it show 9 tallies, now how could i have gotten 9 tallies! it shows that on wednesday i got 4 tallies, a 3pointer and a single one, i know i never got a 3 pointer tally so i look at my filled out tallies and see a 3-pointer was turned in, i assume its from mr vollaro, he is the only person who gave me that known single tally that day. i go to him and ask and he tells me he never gave me a 3, and he wanted me to bring it to him, this mystery 3point tally. I go back to my homeroom where there is one student, janel hamilton, and her duty is to file students tallies for her own homeroom, which was my homeroom. i tell her i am looking for the wednesday 3 pointer, and then she looks into the file and says i never got a 3 tally. i ask her to look deeper because its written on my chart by someone as being there, and she finds a 3pointer with my name on it, but it wasnt signed by me or have any details, it turns out mrs w, the asst principal, wrote me this tally quietly and turned it on without my knowledge, because i didnt turn in my penalty from her last week of writing some bible verses over and over 100s of times for a couple hours, and turning those handwritten pages in. what you also had to do was write down these looooonnnnggg verses/chapters in the bible and explain what they mean. i didn them on the required night and my mom knows it, but here was no time at the start of school straight from bus to homeroom with nothing to spare, no time to turn it into her office until lunchtime, so i forgot about it and now i get a 3 pointer tally. first of all, i am supposed to get get a 1-pointer first, plus, if they want me to lower my tallies then why do they give me 3-pointers like running water?

now i dont know how many tallies i have but if i get another tally, ill be so mad at this stupid school it wouldnt be funny. oh what a headache i have now! my head is pounding heavilty as if it were to burst all over everyone in here within a few seconds. i am in algebra now and we just had our test, it seemed easy just like the previous ones, but ill probably fail it like the previous ones. now really i just dont know what im saying now with this headache. this ache is the result of me not knowing whether i have 10-tally letter for the week again. at lunch i went to have another look at my tallies, the 3 pointer from mr vollaro was gone, whaddaya know. but the unsigned 3-pointer was still there with yesterdays date on it. my homeroom teacher mrs anderson counted my tallys up and then she examined the tally chart, she said it was wrong but yet i should go to mrs wisniewski and see why i got a 3 tally before a 1 tally first. i see it was one in a different color ink, maybe someone else wrote it in, all i can do is wait and see what tomorrow brings, and it better not bring a 10tally letter.

i just got a tally bby mr wright. blahh, how disgusting. gosh what a stinkin day. ahhh, the bell rings...now to my stupid bus.

its 550pm and im in the living room, i just read some of this notebook over. my headache is gone a little bit, but i still feel lousy. if all goes well robby is coming over my house this weekend. tonight ill be ding a lot of writing on this because my mom is having some psychics over later so ill be in my room, watching ferraro getting creamed with dull bush. any time now A will be coming over, hes 12 and partially deaf and a little slight bit retarded, he comes over to play frisbee with me or we put his biofeedback monitor kit together. my mom just came in yelling that my dad was supposed to go out with me to eat and stuff while she has company over later, so now im outside because shes yelling inside over me having some soda tonight, shes always yelling when she comes home.

hold on, its the phone, heidi is on, probably because of the play for homecoming, she said to turn the play in tomorrow, when i havent done it yet, and she reminded me to bring $1,50 for the float, which is a joke, wanting money and more for the float, why not make the people who dont write the play or go to float parties pay? i go to the float parties and donate my time, and still have to pay as well. she said that i have to go to the next party at mary desroses house saturday with robby. she stressed it like a death threat, i dont know why i accepted doing the play for 9th grade homecoming, theres no time to really think. the phone again, its my sister, the door now, must be aaron...

well i played frisbee with aaron and now its 953pm and i called bob boyce up, he is on 3way with graham hacker and theyre discussing all this boringcomputer jargon, and i get toally lost, they seem to totally forget im on the phone and then i have to interrupt after 20 boring minutes of it to tell them i have to go. i have to big him to fix my computer, its been a month now hes had it but hasnt analysed it yet. he told me he is having a b*a*s*h for coco'ers only at his apt so if i go ill bug him to death about fixing my computer. the bush ferraro debate is really boring. theyre not making progress either way in my opinion.

my dad and i went to eat supper at fat boys bbq in the front of royal palm beach village with rednecks left and right, the waitress first sat us by this hairy redneck, im talking a total hairball with hair cascading down my seat. my dad didnt take to this so we moved to a window seat next to these cubans chattering a mile a minute. the window seat is good if you like seeing teenage rednecks walking by. it is a myth that surfers and rednecks dont mix, where i live the rednecks wear surfer clothes 24 hours a day. they like theyre surfer brands, no matter what anyone says.

bob and graham are still talking, how do i get through to them? tomorrow robby and i will be staying after school for a float party and the football game, saturday we will go to mary deroses house and then to the bbq. now bob is using a radio shack diagnostic kit for my computer. crap! my chips blew when i toyed around with it, my VDG (video display graphics chip) which costs $25 is shot. he is finding out what else. he says half my ram has blown which leaves me with 32k now. he says my roms are good. well it seems that i will now have to get around $90 somewhere, i feel like killing someone, itll be months before i get my computer back....

im so happy, im getting my coco back tomorrow with robby. and for the week i ended up with only 8 tallies!!! im so glad i have another pounding headache which is going to explode over holly, doug, and caroline (chipmunk has worn off by now). lets see if i can go to the clinic and make a phone call. i called my mom again, i wasnt supposed to go to the phone, so imagine the look on my face when i hung up and mrs sigmund the schools 'law', walked by.

the weekend flew by quickly and i got my computer back. robby also came over this weekend. right now i am in english class with adverb clauses, ill write out what happened this weekend.

im watching tv now and its 821pm, robby and i stayed after friday for the float party, which we did not go to instead we just hung around and played frisbee. later we found heidi and we went to wendys hamburgers with heidi, leanne, and christi bratten. i dropped my frenchfries going to my seat and made a fool of myself. then we went to the football game and had fun there. we watched some of the game and most of the time walked around school.

the next day we went to a float party at marys house, at first there were only girls there and robby and i got uneasy, but then arthur came and we played some volleyball (i was the net), and then we started on the float when heidi came with a carfull of boys, i made a fool of myself when i went in her pool. wendy was in a crazy mood there with julie eitel and they combed my hair straight up making me look like a jerk. they wanted us to stay and wait for wendys mom, but we wanted to go so we walked off, they followed us and tried with scissors to take out a chunk of my hair, wendy hid scissors behind her back, i hate it when she does senseless stuff like that. on the corner of school we met up with john, troy, darren, charles, and mike, they were walking over to the cross county mall, so robby ad i followed along. we went through the backside of abandoned stores on the way to the mall, when i noticed some sort of cement wall, we walked to the edge of the woods and it was figured to be an old abandoned house overgrown with trees. i started walking through the long weeds and woods and everyone followed me but halfway through 5 got freaked out and left, and only 1 followed me and when we reached it, there was just a foundation with some bookshelves and a rusty fridge door, the place seemed over 50 years old because of the deterioration and plants growing within it. the only things there was, was a soggy paperback on the floor. i picked it up and took it with me to the mall after catching up with the others. i carefully pried its waterlogged pages open and it was a dirty book.

we tried to read some of it, it was 17 years old and totally gross. i found the title of it today because i left it in my locker for the weekend and it dried out. it was called 'use me, hurt me', and i have to get rid of it somewhere before i get caught and put on suspension.

anyways we went to the arcade and played some games and then came back and fooled around at the open house event at school. after that my mom picked us up and we went to bobs b*a*s*h to get my computer back and show robby some stuff there, but the bash was in his apartment and it was boring 'cause 3 people came and i didnt have anything to attach my computer to, so we left and went home to play some computer games and teach robby the 'basic' program language.

sunday we woke up at noon and used the computer more, after lunch we went outside so i could get robby paranoid of the rednecks. it worked. i also tried to do some fancy crap on my bike and it went out of control headed into a mailbox, i swerved but still hit the mailbox and flew in a patch of stickers, these stickers werent green and yellow , but dried and brittle, when i stood up i had about 30 stickers on me, when i took them off my leg the thorns still stayed in with little droplets of blood appearing. right now some thorns are still in my foot and knee and killing my joints. the thing of it is that in algebra one had dug really deep into my big toes joint so i asked mr wright if i could go outside to try and get it out because it was stinging, so he let me and when i go outside i take my shoe and sock, and i see about 20 black dots on my foot, every one of them a tiny thorn, my toe was bleeding since the thorn mustve deepened because my shoe was forcing it further in, so after 10 minutes i come back in and mr wright ends his discussion on how to do something, then he tells us we have a pop quiz right now, and it was about the stuff he just talked about, and even after talking with him he still said i would have to take it because it is not his fault that i went outside. i got a 30% on it. i cant stand him.

i just tried again to get some stickers out of my foot, theres tons of them so i just hack away with a needle until i bleed when usually brings it out, i have to do my algebra now at 1033pm. ahhh! i did my homework, i have this thursday and friday off so ill be writing in this. im watching 'V - the final battle' again, i guess this movie will be made into a series next month. i cant wait to see what this lady who 'made it' with a lizardman gives birth to, because i . . .

its now 1033am on a lousy tuesday morning. its an 8-tally week and i have about 8 so i think ill see if i stay at home tomorrow. for some reason my hand is shaking like anything. im starting to feel really sorry for mr vollaro sitting up there trying to tell us about bibliography cards while the whole class is talking. he looks like hes about to cry up there. i wish he would give out tallies so he doesnt cry, or just make like he just doesnt care anymore. poor guy!

today in chapel i was surrounded by teachers sit i had to sit amongst them and not other students, so i didnt do anything except maybe daydream.

kristi kapua seems to have quieted down alot, and pay attention, and for me ill just write this and not fool around, because if mr vollaro leaves this class, next comes mrs sigmon.

why am i so nervous? gosh its driving me crazy, at least im not as rowdy as i used to be, i feel better being quieter, i just cant seem to help myself of making a fool of myself by mumbling through periods.

now mr vollaro is giving out tallies, no..he put them back, he is telling us that the whole class should talk tomorrow about discipline, i cant blame him, its just that he quite boring and doesnt have that strict teacher image. my pen has leaked ink all over me, yuck. uhoh, mrs w came in, how come she always comes in as mr vollaro gives his first tally, does she listen in on the ceiling mic or something? if she does, its super speed, maybe she waits outside until mr vollaro pushes a panic button. hes giving out the science tests, i got a 93% and just because i wrote out '12.50' instead of '12.5' he marked it wrong. oh well, as long as i pass....everyone is graveyard quiet since mrs W walked in the room, i dont think she likes me, shes always giving me tallies. sean, darren, charles, and brian mierau all sit together and talk during chapel and never get in trouble yet everyone around them are nailed by teachers, i dont see how they do it.

i still have to finish the 9th grade homecoming skit. we have school play practice again after school with the whole cast and crew of the play (the school play for the public, not the homecoming-event skit i have to write). last night we practiced over and over and did some revisions. im playing a college kid hooked on booze, thats going to be fun. science is over....

its 420pm and now we are rehearsing the school play, it can be boring like now, me and the guy next to me were added and therefore dont do much of anything, miss kelso just came over and told me i have to order some beers during the flight (the play takes place in a plane thats going to crash and everyone goes to either heaven or hell), i just said my part and have nothing else to do. bobby brooks i pulling skirt zippers down of the girls in the front row. he-he. now he just read what i just wrote, geez, i gotta find some way not to come to school tomorrow, i cannot afford a tally and i have too much homework, how can i convince my mom? now they have borrowed my portable computer for notes or something.

its 650pm and im watching the jeffersons, and the dukes of hazard were on at this time last week for the whole week, i guess noone watched it, i hate that redneck show, all i have to do is look out my windows for that. on the way back from the school play we stopped at a red light and heidi was in the car across from us. she kept waving and saying 'write the skit!', my mom said she must be quite a character. my mom said that the psychic last week told her that i could do almsot anything and that it is too easy so i dont really do good because i get bored easy. she also said that i came from the lots city of atlantis. i dont see how she knew that because i was gone at the time. who knows where she gets her power from, the school gets made at that but whats so bad about someone telling me something. now 'different strokes' is on, i never really watched that before.

later tonight i will be trading programs hopefully, id like to get gran prix and dungeons & dragons. aslak and chris vetrano are on 3-way and they are discussing chris' girlfriends. in algebra again today i ask if i could go to the clinic because i had a headache, and just as yesterday when i came back we had another pop quiz, but i did better tho i wasnt there, i got a 40. boy i hate that stinkin algebra.

im at the bus stop writing now, i know this is going to be a lousy day, i can just tell. my dad is going to pick me up after school to go to a supercuts finally, i used to get my haircut at (heres the bus)...

im in science now sitting between chipmunk and kristi, my other seat wobbled and i used it as an excuse, he-he. now mr vollaro is giving us another lecture about the scripture and discipline. ho-hum, another tiring day, i hope i make it through, 4 great days in a row to relax.

now im at brian mieraus house with sean and darren listening to rodney dangerfield. its 119pm and in 40 minutes my parents oughta be picking me up. everyone is playing some presidential game and i am just sitting here trying to get everyone to go out and play some football. it was fun, brian has the 'track and field' game.

boy have i been busy! its 645pm, soon my mom will come in telling me to get to bed. when i got back from brians my parents had gotten me a great 12" greenscreen monitor from bob. this was my first full weekend of trading programs for awhile. i got back with my old traders and got filled up with the latest stuff. then i went to work on my auto-dialer and auto-answer device, i solved the answer device, it was quite simple, it works on both cassette deck and joystick port, i had robby keep on calling me and the device would pick the phone up, and then hang up on him. so now to turn my computers phone on, i type 'MOTOR ON' and the dial tone comes on, and then 'MOTOR OFF' turns it off. now all i need is a remote terminal driver, and a good message base program to put my bbs up, which will be called 'the national coco board', to be really set though, id like to have my separate phone line, at $75 installation and $7 a month. no chance of that until i get a job. my parents get mad because i am always on the phone, maybe we can make a deal.

i dont know why im writing this now, ignoring all the homework due tomorrow, too much! today we did a book report, i read 'black beauty', miss kelso's questions on the book report are way too hard without any time, she wanted 5 reasons for every answer, sheesh! now i am listening to prince on the radio and bizzare on tv, and on bizzare some guy is doing a rollercoaster stunt. i finally turned the homecoming skit in today, it really stinks, thats the last time i do that again, i think i have school play practice tomorrow too. boy, i do! from 630 to 9pm, crap! i have computer work to do, but now i have to stay there. oh yeah, we're supposed to have out lines memorized, boy am i behind in everything. im really hating algebra. im doing terrible in that stupid subject.

im on the bus again, which i almost missed because i forgot about play practice after school, and i have to hang around until 630 my myself and noone else is going to be staying after with me. my bus stop is at the end of a dirt road along with david ostendarp and gary resmondos houses. the resmondos are from the heavier side of loxahatchee, last week they bought a new car, it is a small foreign deal, so here i was at the bus stop when the car is coming at me at full speed, but then they did a skid out. garys mom drives them to the busstop, and when the kids forget something, again the car sprays dirt all over the place as an attempt to do 0 to 50 in soft sand. they are a nice family thought, once in awhile she picks me up when i am walking home.

well the rides almost done, boy, what am i gonna do after school? maybe there wil be a float party somewhere nearby. my supercuts haircut wasnt too good, some people say, everyone says my sideburns are like spocks, i wish i could manage my hair! phew! someone just farted. well were at school grounds and the whistle just blew.

now we are in the labs of science learning some more trivial items. im sutting with jimmy kilgore in the front, and so far mr vollaro has given me 5 tallies for nothing, boy, he gets on my nerves sometimes. jimmy is making noises, and is about to get another tally, he wants me to say that its a 'double cheek squeak', and koboke is always raising his hand the whole classtime. my vollaro is giving jimmy a 'watchit sucker' look.

my feet are killing me, it is 1034pm and i had a really busy day. i wonder how many tallies i got from mr vollaro, he said that i had 2 and then 3, but he only put them in his shirt pocket, hopefully he will forget because i havent gotten many tallies lately. i stayed after school today with chris vetrano. first, we hung around cathy dowd, because chris and marcus are both going at it to get her. when chris would be talking to cathy, marcus would interrupt to ask her a stupid question. when chris and i went to the gym bathroom a chair had slipped making a wedge between the wall and the door, leaving it open, but not enough to get out by about one inch. after 10 minutes the football team came and laughed at us trying to get out, and then came the flag corp people, and they all stared at us like a bunch of zombies. after another 20 minutes we got out when everyone else had left, and then we went over to wendys hamburgers to get a drink. then we ran across the street to little caesars pizza, and a girl was sitting at the busstop, chris kept whistling at her until she turned around, and then he goes 'ugh, what a dog!', and then he talks about me making a fool of myself.

i noticed a computer place thats new, i stopped in, i spent 2 hours in there using their computers. i noticed one computer in a corner and it said 'number of calls:2 please do not touch the keyboard', i knew that meant it had to be a bbs so i started poking around on it to see if i could find the number. then we went back to caesars to get some crazy bread, and it was hilarious, at first chris thought i asked for a 'crazy brent' instead of bread, and then this good looking girl comes out and chris goes crazy, she took my bread and got out a bucket with a paintbrush in it, she took the paintbrush and slopped this gook all over my bread. we started cracking up at that and chris had to walk outside, they didnt have anything organized in there. after that, we came back and i rehearsed as chris watched us onstage, then at 1030pm my dad picked us up, but i forgot my schooluniform belt, we dropped chris off, better get some sleep...

its science again, yesterday he didnt forget to mark my tallies, oh well, ill manage. i have to remember to find my belt in school today. am i bored!

today we get to wear different socks and shoes to school instead of the uniform ones. i just got another tally from mr vollaro because i brought someone elses tally up to the front for them since they had a hurt foot. i made a fuss up there and i didnt know that mrs W, the vice principal, was behind me, until i sat back down and then asked mr vollaro if i could go to mrs Ws office to let her know about my uniform belt, but then he says shes right behind me. thats happened twice to me. they always come into class really quietly. one time mr steele, the principal, and mrs sigmon, the disciplinarian counselor, were right in back of us and when mr vollaro was giving roll call, sean said 'jitterbug!' from that wham! song, of course he got a tally from mr steele. today in science lots of people sat in different seats, i dont think he minds or maybe he canot remember the assigned seating. 15 more minutes in this class, 7 more pages and ill be 13rd the way through this notebook, and itll be done in 3 months, but i am betting on finishing this during christmas weekend. i went from 20 pages a day down to now 1 page a day. lately i have slept really heavy, for the past 3 days i havent woken up once during my sleep, probably i am doing stuff again like staying after school of working on my computer whenever i can.

i wonder why mrs w is always writing back there in class, maybe she keeps notes on our class, i dont know why she comes in here everyday for more than half of the period, is she going to do this for a long time? in two months from today christmas will be here, yeah!

lousy lousy lousy! talk about a rotten day! mrs w came up to me after science, and i gave her my parents note and i told her what happened about my uniform-belt disappearing from my uniform when i changed clothes for last nights play (turns out later someone had taken it as a prank), and she just said to me 'well im not going to give you a intentional 5-pointer tally this time, i will give you a 1 today, and then a 3 tomorrow, and then the 5 the day after tomorrow'. wow, isnt she generous! thats the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard, how can i get a tally for that in the first place, how stupid can a rule be? tallies are given for human errors, not if a belt falls out of a backpack when getting into a car in pitchdark, i tried to get my dad to turn around when we left the gates of school when i noticed the belt gone, but when you ask your dad to pick you up at night from school and drop someone off along the way home, and we live 35 minutes from school, and he already drives an average of 150 miles a day for work, plus he is also going to have surgery in two days, well, he didnt feel like turning around.

at 1049pm i am going to have to go to bed soon, i still reflect on this awful day, and ill probably go to school tomorrow, though i dont feel like it, my ankle is still sore. tomorrow we wear hats and ties, who cares, what a stupid matchup, everyones going to look like a bunch of derelicts (that word reminds me i have vocabulary homework to finish). today in english was funny, when we were given 2 vocab sheets, the first question said 'one of the words, when a letter is added to it, it can then mean something very pleasant to have', and i looked over the words but i couldnt come up with anything, but i saw the word 'omen' and i just added a 'w' and figured what the heck and wrote down 'woman'. tonight im trying to get my hair to go backwards.

its science class again, i was just theatened as shown in writing on the next page, by maggie. i talked to grant about sitting one chair forward while i sit between him and christi, but grant wants to sit in his assigned chair. i kept saying hello to chipmunk and then maggie took my notebook and wrote all over the page, but i am going to just write right over it. everyone is really rowdy today and i guess because of homecoming that ill be staying after for.

uh-oh, glen, sean, aslak, and chris were all sent to mr steeles office because they wouldnt stop fooling around, they came back and said he wasnt there, but mr vollaro said they probably didnt go, so he put them outside and theyll all go later. i was originally sitting with them, but about 5 minutes later i sneaked up front of class, thank god i did or i wouldve went out with them. everyone around me is getting tallied and i have come pretty close.

right now its 933pm and i cannot see what i am writing, tonight was homecoming, and im sitting all alone in a parking lot, i feel so alone and desolate tonight, i was totally bummed out. i get that way when i have noone to hang out with, i shouldve stayed home. its so silent around here except for the flagpole clinking and me slapping these stupid mosquitos, now its starting to rain too, crap. its storming now in the dark wait to be pick up.

another day, after school yesterday i looked for someone else staying after, i first found chris and heidi said to wait for her while she changed, during that time i managed to lose chris and find brian and charles, then heidi and heather ferguson and us went to mary deroses house. there we fixed up the float and waited for people to show up. noone did. thats why 9th graders didnt have a homecoming skit, i wrote a skit, they didnt like it, so i wrote a longer one, and they didnt like that one either, so thats their problem, because i dont see anyone else with a better idea.

when they began spray painting the float we left for school, but right before that mr vollaro had showed up. so me and brian leave marys and walk to wendys hamburgers, i had something to eat and i mustve waited 45 minutes, i saw 10 people in line leave after a few minutes, that place is really sssslllooowwwwww. then we went back to school, and the spirit rally had started, but there wasnt anywhere to sit, so i sat next to arthur up near the main spotlight. siobhan won the junior highschool queen, and we made a lot of noise up there when she did. then came the ice cream social, where for $1.50 you get a scoop of ice cream and some cheap crap on top. some guys sneaked in the line and took 2nds and 3rds, actually everyone did except for sean and i, because the serving line girls were in my play and would recognize me, or mr camizzi, my art teacher also serving icecream, would notice me.

now its raining and the bus is driving me crazy with these little girls singing the same songs over and over. i just want to sleep and trade files this weekend, and maybe get my computer monitor hooked up. in science today ill have to study bible, i left the workbook in my locker, my arm is tired from writing, this notebook is now one month old.

now i am in bible, so much for bible now im in civics, next is lunch, phooey! what an awful day, i feel unwanted today, i dont know why. its just that theres noone to talk to. im sick of eating lunch sitting on the floor of the cafeteria, why should i look like a fool looking up at everyone in line and eating, theres nowhere to sit otherwise.

its saturday morning at 1219am, i just took a refreshing shower when getting back from homecoming, my entire body aches, especially my calves and feet, what the heck, i might as well write out what happened. at first i wasnt expecting to stay after, but i felt somewhat lively and so i did. i felt lousy though when we had the 'almost-anything goes' event, every year its the same boys, all my friends except for me, and that pee'ed me off, they are supposed to let participators who helped with homecoming be in it, but they only pick 9th graders favorites and friends. i was so mad because i went to all the float parties, like the last one when noone came. plus i wrote the stupid skit twice, which they didnt show after having me do it. it was better than nothing. im thoroughly pissed because of things like this, being ignored. when i have recently wrote 'they' i mean whoever is doing this crap to me at the time, i dont want to actually say who, but this time maybe its heidi and wendy.

its 1am sunday morning, i didnt have enough time to write in this, i didnt finish writing about friday night homecoming did i? who care, its boring to write about anyways. my sister came over for dinner tonight and now she is sick so she will be staying the night. my monitor was installed, its not the best, but it suffices because now i have both a tv and a monitor running on the computer at once. today i have to get a beer shirt for the play. im not too tired, but i just cant think of what to write about. there is this wierd movie on channel 29 about robot people (westworld), its pretty stupid. i never really thought about it, but my school, kings academy, is in a bad neighborhood, when i was picked up thursday night my parents pointed out a drunk that had driven his car off the road and was driving alongside the schools fencing, scraping his car alongside it at around 5mph. then on friday night there was a guy on the side of the road at the lurias shopping center next to school, beating the crap out of his wife, and a police car was pulling up, that area must be a madhouse every night.

oh no, that chiropractic commercial is on for the 1000th time, its gets sick after awhile when you see the old lady playing baseball singing a song. hey! i just remembered that i missed the beginning of the 'V' series on friday, i smell something burning....my dad just said he tried to toast a biscuit, doesnt smell like he did it. my little toe is killing me, i hit it against my chair and it tore the skin from the top of it somehow, for the past 10 hours it hasnt stopped bleeding. im getting involved in this robot movie, a guy is fightning his robotic double, oh well, it looks like he lost, now it looks like the robots are gonna take over. i gotta get some sleep. its now 140am and the bedtime movie is over. i heard on the news that dade christain school will kick out anyone who goes to the upcoming michael jackson concert. that is so unfair, youd think theyd have some laws against being able to do that. i dont care if its a private school or public school, the point is they cannot fail a student for seeing someone sing a song. as far as christain attitude goes, that school has screwed it up, its caused controversy, and i dont think even my school would go that far, theyre not that stupid, even though they are just as strict with some rules of theirs.

the bedtime movie girl of channel 29 is on tv now, what a dud!

i am watching 'at the earths core' now, these 2 dudes are going to go dig some dirt, what a cheap movie, as they started off digging they both passed out and now theyre out of control. bye, haveta sleep.

its 1108pm and still the 28th, i didnt do much today besides using my computer and celebrating my grammas birthday, so tomorrow starts another schoolweek, i wonder how it will turn out, itll probably be boring, i hate boring weeks, i like disturbing weather, when things like cold or rain happens i am more calm and relaxed, but if it gets really hot on a plain old day, thats when i get in trouble. so i am looking forward to the coming of winter. theres nothing better than winter, when i can enjoy riding my bike and freezing to death. ive never seen snow yet, but id love to live up north. they just said on the news thats some parents just roasted their 4yo child in the oven, i cannot imagine trying to get out of an oven while the temperature is rising to 500 degrees, that would be disgusting. boy, those dolphins played excellent today when they made a fool of the bills, i hear theyre expected to play an all-win season.

friday night our football team was beaten when we went into 5 overtimes, charles and i were waiting outside the gates for them to kick an extra field goal, and an hour later they kicked one over. charles stuck a 5-foot stick up and the ball ripped it to pieces flying by. i felt like a jerk going to the game in my school clothes, sicne i wasnt planning on going to the game in the first place. charles, brian, and darren walked to the mall with me, and we talked about sean. he never talks that much to us anymore, he seems to like glen hamsy alot, they are always hanging around together, brian said that glen is gonna rub off on him, and hell turn into a jerk. so theres just 4 of us left in our group, and maybe itll lessen down more. last year charles sat with laura and then darren sat over with arthur. we talked about how in 6th grade class we all sat together, and then john yohanon and glen martin left, and then todd, and so on. i can think of 4 different groups in the 9th grade lunchroom now.

first, theres brent, charles, brian, darren, and me. then theres robby, carl, jimmy, and mike, and they sit with girls like karen guillen and shawna bequilas. the next group of guys are most of the newer ones and a handful of others. then there is the football team players like john and they all sit with kristi kapua, kelly kohlhepp, and maggie tetrault. oh yea, another group of guys sit with the seniors or juniors, the guys like glen and seth the he-man.

its 1143pm and i cant sleep because i slept in the afternoon. today as my brother in law and i went to the front of the village to fill a medical prescription, we saw a lady that had a poster saying '7-11 is a top porn dealer' and she was in front of 7-11 grocery store. she has a lot of guts to do that in loxahatchee with these rednecks, i dont see how she can say that, for 7-11 has all their oui, playboy, etc behind the counter, but yet if you go to any bookstore you can walk right up to the magazine rack and pop your eyes out looking at them without getting in trouble. imagine going up and asking the lady at the counter of 711 for a penthouse magazine, that would be embarrassing to some people. i have two tests tomorrow, in algebra and civics. i am pretty sure ill go good on them for once, i couldnt get an alcoholic shirt yet for the play, i have to get it by tuesday, i dont know what im gonna do. a barney miller repeat is over, i dont like that show, their personalities are too boring for me.

its 1201am and a new day, im still writing, i have school today, yuk! that sounds awful. a movie is now on, and liza minelli is trying to get it on with this guy, its a 1960s movie so of course nothings gonna happen, i wonder what else is on. there sure are a lot of paragraphs on this page, 7 so far.

this is 8th.

this is the 9th.

hey, this is the 10th paragraph!

well, i think im finally wearing down, im gonna try for some sleep.

its 1241pm after civics class, im pretty sure i got a 100 on the test, im so happy! i answered all 50 questions and so far this week only 1 tally in two days. i hope i do well on that algebra test, with my algebra grade now i need to. some people are working on their civics book, something mustve been assigned i am not aware of, watch me forget to do it. during science i went through a computer magazine that taher, my brother in law, gave me, and i wrote out all the addresses for free catalogs, and then in a few weeks ill have lots of things to look at and maybe get some of the stuff.

miss kelso in english is lecturing us about god again. im bored, i wish i had those catalogs now to gaze at. i love to get things in the mail, but i never do. we are going over noun clauses as this notebooks getting boring. i wanted to try out for soccer this year, so afterschool friday i went up to mr camizzi, my art teacher who also coaches soccer, and he said it was too late for me because they want 7th and 8th graders to start, so by 9th grade they already have good skills to compete. that makes me so mad. so what about us 9th graders who want to play soccer, what about us? im not that crazy about sports, but it seems that without sports you are not considered much in high school. ill never understand that. like roy, last year none of the girls liked him, but now hes on the football team and now lots of girls like him. sports isnt gonna get everybody jobs in the future anyways, id rather just stick to computers where i can learn and apply my knowledge later in life.

sometimes i do stupid stuff that i regret doing, what i try to do is say to myself 'would troy or someone else like him do this?'.

its algebra time with a slight headache, i just took the algebra test, whether i did good or bad ill have to wait to find out. thats what i hate about algebra, you are sure you got a 100 yet you get a C. tonight when i go home im gonna go through every magazine and order catalogs, one thing ive learned in order to save money is to switch the send and receive addresses, so they 'return' the letter back to who i wanted to mail it to. 11 more minutes till schools over. mr wright has been so cold to me lately, i know he doesnt like me, i knew that since the first day. i can always tell beforehand how a teacher and i are going to get along. mr lindsey and mr wright are two teachers you dont want to mess around with, if you get on their nerves theyll pounce on you in a second.

oh yea, a few more days till halloween! oh no! i wrote that word on school grounds, shame shame. the one thing that bugs me about halloween is that they have to put the devil into it. what is the purpose of a kid dressed up as the devil? its not really funny, its fun to scare each other, but not involving satan. one tihng that cracks me up are those cheap halloween costumes that cost a couple dollars, and it includes a thin plastic mask and a tearable poncho. they look so stupid. i havent went out on halloween since the year before last when i was 11yo, last year my mom bought 4 chuck-e-cheese booklets, each one gives me 125 game tokens and 25 free cokes. thats a total of 500 tokens and 100 cokes, and she bought them for $4 total. i slowly cashed them in and i share them with sean. i still have lots more left, i haveta get some this year and put them out of business, 10 seconds till the bell rings, it rung, off to the bus!

its 943pm and im watching newhart, i spent alot of time writing and sealing the envelopes for the letters for these catalogs, my mom will mail them tomorrow. i have to stay after school tomorrow for the school play, robby will probably stay after too. ill never be able to perform in front of an audience.

its science class and mrs W is back in class, its really starting to make me annoyed. the problems are over. everybody knows. so why are we monitored so? i think ill have a party when i finish this notebook. i have $1 to spend after school, i better not get hungry. november is in 2 days and it hasnt even gotten cold yet. i feel quiet today, probably because i didnt sleep last night.

mr vollaro is telling us about being bombarded by molecules, i am sitting up front today because mr vollaro saw me trying to sit in back.

it is 538pm and im, no, not at home, and i am in mrs andersons spanish class that is also my homeroom. i asked her if we could study in her class since there was nowhere else to go, and robby is looking at my portable computer and my magazine. mrs anderson is being quiet up front, we went to wendys hamburgers with cathy and heidi, heidi isnt as vivacious as she used to be. i was shoving robby into the girls locker room, and when i got him in darren shut the door behind me, so we were both trapped and locked inside. after 2 minutes darren outside yelled 'mrs presson!' as he casually walked away, and robby and i hunched down below the windows as mrs presson opened the door and silently let us go out, and she walked off. a headache is trying to reach my head. i want to leave. i hear roy outside in the hallway.

it is now 718pm and we are going over the play, this can be boring, all i do is hear bobbie brooks call me a queer the whole time along with gary wallace, and they talk to the junior high girls in front of us. i cant believe it, again, i thought i did great in algebra, but i got a 63, the heck with algebra! i hate it! i feel happy and carefree for some reason, i dont know why because everything always goes wrong for me.

it is halloween, happy halloween! the heck with halloween, im in civics and we are doing a mock nose (oops, i meant vote, i was looking at brian call mike a hawk-nose baggy-eyed creep and wrote nose instead of debate). i read joces 3-page diary about he own life as of now. i couldnt believe it, its so good, actually it was sad too, its a side of her that doesnt show. theres no doubt in my mind that when she gets older shell be right up there with stephen king. i read it in awe, the way she presented it and with her vocabulary.

its now 734pm and i am on the bus to school, im scared to death. i have to perform the play for the first time in chapel today, it seemed so easy, i know im gonna mess it up. ill not talk in the micrphone loud enough, or i could forget what to say, i dont feel like writing now, i hope i make it through the day.

science! i made it through the play in chapel! yesterday mr vollaro sent aslak and i to mrs W, and i didnt get in trouble, its just boke had tripped over me, i wont talk about past things, its boring. im in science up in front next to grant, and maggie is behind me, this is the official row of mrs w since its the row she always sits in the back of. i like sitting here. uhoh, mr steele the principal is in here with mrs w the vice principal. probably because of aslak and i went to her office, but why 2 of them?

it is sunday night at 906pm and i am getting one of those moods where i have to write a story mainly because this thing is boring and repetitious, i wont write in this unless it is neccessary for who wants to read the same things over and over. tomorrow is the 1984 presidential elections and im nervous, for many people have changed their minds about reagan, he better win. all this week i stayed after school. we had our first make-up rehearsal saturday, all the boys looked like a bunch of fags with all the makeup they put on us. lori ackerman put mine on, she kept cracking up.

im slacking off as far as writing in this notebook, but joces writing made me think of writing in it again, so im writing some short 1-page unfinished stories, where i write out a great idea, and then the next day i look at it and it seems totally absurd.

elections tomorrow, go reagan go, its 1052pm so i wont be writing for long, today i got 4 tallies, eech! i hate algebra, thats what i find myself constantly saying alot lately.

aslak and i stayed after for a little while, he was waiting for his parents because they were having a conference with mrs w and mr steele, aslaks dad is BIG, again today we had rehearsal, boy am i sick of it. day after day of practice, tomorrow is the last night, im ready, i think. ive already recieved one catalog in the mail already, 5 days, not bad, i still have some envelopes that cost money to send off. i wanna sleep.

report cards today, im really disgusted, this school wants to make me a failure which i already am anyways. my parents will be so pissed, im gonna get killed. i hate high school, i do so bad because i get so bored and then could care less about it. now the more exciting and different the class, the higher the grade. i figure that if i want to get low tallies and high grades i gotta sit way in the back by myself, that way i dont get the temptations to get in trouble, and i like to be alone, because im usually by myself anyways.

its 411pm and im bored and lonely with a cool breeze, i am sitting here like a bum in the hallway while teachers walk by. even though i did lousy on my grades, i stil feel good now that its cooler weather. practice tonight until 10pm without any money for afterschool.

its 519pm and so far ive accomplished taking maggies books to her car, and then i hung around with daniel steele the principals son, and we did stuff like throwing things behind the fence at local kids who were throwing things at us. its not bad hanging around when its cool, maybe we will have a big cold front. not much longer until we have another make-up rehearsal, the last one fortunately. its going to be awhile before i act in another play. i can hear the marching band playing from the field. theres going to be a big volleyball game tonight while play rehearsal happens. i think im going to walk around and change clothes now...

its 1058pm and reagan creamed him! mondale is probably gonna stowaway to cuba with any luck. so far mondale has lost in all states. i hate when they describe votes as being 'tallied', my heart skips a beat hearing that word. rehearsal went well, melissa riboli put my makeup on. its colder outside. smile!

its 455pm again after school, charles left 10 minutes ago so i have nowhere to go and im in the hallways now, id stay in mr walkers class but he locked me out because when i was with charles, charles had started to hit mr walker with rubber bands. right now mr walker is really steamed. i have a headache, tomorrow night is the big opening night, 1 of the 3. after the play friday i am going to stay over brents house for the night, and then viceversa for saturday.

why did i stay after school? i could be doing better things with my time. im trying to think of what to write, i see larry hansen trying to sneak up on me, hes now gone, lets see if i can get into mr walkers room now that charles is gone. him and gretchen merrill just glance at me and then continue on whatever theyre working on in there. what bums. i sure have a boring school life, and then im not in sports, and then everyone just cuts me down in the school play. i have sticky lemon juice on my hands from throwing them earlier over the fence, better clean them next time. isnt this exciting to know? gotta go out front now for my mom to pick me up.

its 954pm and ive been spending an hour talking to aslak, we were calling up various people on 3way, he expects me to do the talking when we call someone, the whole time he wanted me to say i was him calling the person, i said no way. i get nervous speaking to girls on the phone. he will be calling later on, now i want to go check out the jello in the freezer i made.

its now bible class with mrs herlick, subbing for mr lindsey because he hurt his head hitting his awning, boke keeps calling her mrs hairlick. the play turned out alright, when we were prepping i was scared half to death, but once we got into the cafeteria i was relaxed and enjoying myself. 2 more nights and im done, tonight i will stay over brents house. in science its been alot of fun, but now the fun will be over and boredom begins. mrs dieke will permanently monitor mr vollaros class of us, she will be in charge of tally giving so he can teach. i dislike her more than any other teacher. she only gives out 3-pointers. i wish she would leave this school, and i am not going to pay attention because he is teaching boring stuff. i dont have lunch today because i told my mom that i hate sandwiches and i dont eat them anyways, so i got no lunch today.

well its been 3 months since i last wrote in this notebook, i am in civics, i have alot to cover but i cant cover it all. lets see, the play tuned out fine, kelly kemp took me to the afterparty on the last night and they had a trampoline that sean and i used all night. i was running to it in the dark and didnt see their steps on the chatahootchee stone porch, and with a coke in my hand my right foot slammed into the steps and i did a flying sprawl with my coke glass flying high in the air. i was cut up and my big toe was busted.

for christmas last month i finally got a 10 speed bike, along with some clothes and other things. after christmas sean and i rode our bikes and met each other on southern boulevard, crazy but fun. i went to the mall with sean, billy, and brian, and also joce, it was fun. we walked from the palm beach mall all the way to the cross county mall too. in the palm beach mall i threw a penny and billy ran after it, but i tripped him and it was so funny to see 150pounds flying into the air, everyone around cracked up, he was embarrassed, and then when we went into specs record store, and joce made me buy the band-aid album, and wouldnt you know it but channel 12 news reporter with a camera came up to her and asked for an interview to see why she bought the album. she declined and we bugged her about it the rest of the day. i had bought the single 'one night in bangkok' and neither of us wanted our school to find out we were caught in a record store which is a nono.

the month of january didnt have anything exciting in it, the cold weather comes on weekends, we had the coldest frost ever a couple weeks ago on a monday, and on tuesday i woke up early and went outside, it was so neat because all the grass was white and would break whereever you would walk, and the watering hose was a stuff rod, and even the birdbath was frozen over at 3 inches deep. its doesnt sound like anything exciting, but when youve never seen snow things like this are a treat. it is english class and i dont feel like writing more.

its 4pm and i am in detention. i am stuck here until 445pm because of nothing. last friday i was, as usual, eating in mrs andersons room and not in the cafeteria with everyone else, just me and joce. i went over to kevin and chris who were also in there eating, i fooled with kevin and he dropped his sandwhich crust on the floor, then he looked at the rest of his sandwhich and threw the whole thing down, i figured i would get in trouble if i didnt pick up the whole thing, so i picked up the pieces and threw them away, meanwhile they were laughing and i left the room, but mrs anderson comes running after me a few minutes later and tells me i had a 5-pointer tally, an intentional, for throwing kevins sandwich on the floor and then supposedly using my foot to smoosh it into the carpet. evidently they lied to her after i had left, i tried explaining myself but she wouldnt listen and that tee'ed me off for the rest of the week.

today is monday, it started out as a regular day, but it ended up being the worst ever. first, i realized that i forgot to take my bible out of lost and found, and so i got another 5pointer tally, another intentional, for not having my bible on me, so right after chapel i went and paid money to get my bible out of lost and found. our bus arrived late, i reached my locker at 830am and i had a busspass letting a teacher know my bus was late, i change my books and use the bathroom, and at 835am the chapel bell rings, so i go into the gym for chapel service, and after that i went to spanish class and she yells and gave me a 5-pointer intentional tally for not showing up at 830am at homeroom to checkin before chapel. so she then send me in to the counselor, mrs W, and mrs W says i have to keep the 5-pointer even though i have a bus pass. i could care less, i know i didnt deserve it. then i return to mrs andersons class and mrs anderson lets me and the class know i have 18 tallies just in this week (most kids don't get that amount the entire year, some get 0 in a year and i get over 100 per year). mrs anderson tells the kids that people who get 18 tallies in a week have to be mentally ill sick people, and that really got to me, i should have got up and screamed at her right then, i sure was about to because i was sick of these 5-pointers, the worst possible disciplinary actions a teacher can give, that shes gives me along with all these smart public remarks.

its 422pm and 23 minutes to go before i am home, anyways, science was next, and during prayer in there i yanked up hollys raincost in front of my during it, mrs deike gave me two tallies for that, and one to sean just for laughing at me, and sean lost his temper and mumbled the rest of the time giving him 5 more tallies from her. next was bible class, where i told ymself to mind my own business, and mr lindsey calls on my to quote a memorized bible verse, i didnt know it and he gives me a tally for that. boy was it getting me mad. next was lunch, i ate with joce in mr walkers room, and then in civics we had a test i didnt expect, and i fell asleep the rest of the period. in english class at the end of the period i took a book out of my backpack called 'the doll', a book joce gave me to read that she got from the public library. theres actually a whole collection of them called the 'dark forces' series, it has a spooky cover and all, and the subject of the series usually involves something evil, like demons, magic, witchcraft, etc., although in the end the evil is destroyed by a preist or christain person. so i gave this paperback after class for lucille to look at the cover of it, and miss kelso comes up and takes it from her as jimmy tells miss kelso 'thats a demonic book that gary is reading written by satan worshippers'. so i say to her, 'theres nothing wrong with it, nothing whatsoever, good always wins in the end and the evil dies'. so miss kelso reads the backcover and she says 'ill have to give this to the principal'. i said 'fine, i dont care, theres nothing wrong with it', i was disgusted. some people are dense. i went over to robby as the bell rang and mumbled as miss kelso sais 'you had better watch your attitude gary', 'watch my atitude? ha.' i said back. i was very very mad. thats all teachers will do is say 'i will let the principal handle this', but will they talk to you one on one about it, no, they dont care, they just leave it to the supreme authorities so sure enough ill just simple get a 5-pointer tally.

then in phys ed, we played volleyball in the gym with girls watching, i felt foolish, and finally the ball lands in my areas so i hit it and watched it fly straight up and FOMP! it got stuck up in the beams of the gymasium and everyone laughed at me. seemed like i blew this day, but lo, algebra awaits me. in there i went up to mr wright to ask him a question as as i went back to my seat mike and carl both stuck their feet out, and i fell, a bit exaggerated i admit, but when i sit back down mr wright goes 'did someone trip you?', and mike said 'i didnt touch him', so i said 'not really sir', 'then why did you fall', 'i, um, i just fell is all', 'then come up here and take a tally', 'what for?', 'for falling on the ground like that', 'but i, i ripped my pants at the knee, does that count?' i asked the teacher. 'now you have two tallies' he answered. so i went up and took it, and at the close of that period mrs W comes in and hands me a detention notice in the middle of class, i thoguht we started fresh every semester but no, they changed the rules wthout telling us; our tally counts dont reset every semester anymore so i am on detention now. no wonder the dentention rooms been crowded this week since it started this new rule.

oops! missed some days, now i am in civics class and we are discussing the questions reviews, civics is so boring, everyone talks and fools around, but i do one thing and im the one tallied. i dont care, i dont care about anyting anymore. life is so repetitive and boring and this school makes matters worse. everyone is going to go to cardinal newman catholic school next year, itll be boring without them next year and i will miss my old friends. joce in the past few months has been the best friend i have ever had, we have identical personalities, i understand her problems and she understands mine, we write two notes a day to each other. since we love to debate back and forth we debate abortion, im for it but everyone else is against it. im not saying it is the right thing to do, but i figure if someone got pregnant and didnt want the child, or raped, then you have a child with no love or support, and they grow up in violence or a fostercare. theres are millions of abortions every year, what would america do with millions of unwanted new kids every year.

im bored with taking notes the past 20 minutes in civics, my shoulderblade has been killing me, i need someone to crack it for me. im disgusted, ive gotten another tally letter this week, and i havent learned anything this year i can remember except a foreign language. my uniform black shoes are falling apart on my, the heel is worn off on an angle, the insides of them are in pieces and the outside is eparating, not that anyone else cares, but i care when theres nothing else to do. 3 more minutes and the bell rings. i hear that we will be seeing a film of romeo and juliet. i knew the day would come when i would have to read a shakespearean play. the time has come. i havent even begun to read shakespeare and already its boring. maybe i can write about last weekend at the crummy south florida fair.

its been one month since i wrote in this notebook, its now march 1985. its is 1124pm and i cant sleep, im on the phone with robby and he is chattering away reading his own diary to me, he thinks im listening. now much new, i am hoping to get new glasses tomorrow, because these glasses have a green tint to them. i hope the new glasses look good on me and that robby 'approves' of them. as long as they dont make me look like scott hottenstein also, a file trading friend called 'the pirater' sent me 3 floppy disks friday, so i should get them by wednesday. i sent him blank disks ages ago, so those programs like track-n-field better work, i waited long enough for them. next year i hope i go to cardinal newman high school. this weekend we go to orlando to see grandpa whos not feeling too well.

i am now in civics class the next day, reviewing for a test. it is mild and windy with clouds i think its great weather, consdering it is now springtime. i want to start back on this notebook again daily as much as possible, its hard to believe i once thought id finish this notebook but now im lucky if i finish it at all. im tired, i want sleep. i barely can keep my eyes open. for some reason the philharmonic orchestra is playing in my head a song that i dont know. i wish i could move my seating in civics, its boring back here, i sit in back of every single class by myself except for spanish class. i cant believe i got a 93 on todays science test, i could have sworn that i didnt get above a 50. in spanish class i was getting better but now im slipping again. especially when she gives unexpected tests, ugh. i keep dozing off, i cant (mr walker just called on me which kept me awake for a few minutes) (now mr walker just walked out of the classroom and everyones telling me to lock the door but i just ignore them all as they want to have fun at my expense).

ruth drives me crazy with her coughing, all she ever does is cough loud. doug miller sure is mr walkers pet, they always pick on each other during classtime. on the busride, lori gave me the new people magazine with madonna on the cover, god is madonna the best, i love that picture of her in it. it gets to me though because i know ill never get her. tomorrow is the last day for required christain reading in bible class, and i didnt even choose a book, i gotta get one or im done. i also got my algebra grade up from a d- to a b+ which is great. but at the same time, i am also dropping in other grades. ruth is seriously driving me crazy with constant coughing and hacking, its not her fault perhaps but i cant take it, its all i hear. miss kelso has gotten alot meaner with me, its tallies, tallies, tallies, boy!

13 minutes more to go, maybe i can doze in english a bit. joce and i talk alot, shes become an excellent writer, she has won so many awards now it seems impossible, she better become a write when shes older. i cant write at all anymroe, i cant seem to do anything good anymore, i feel hopeless. a month ago everyone was saying how they are all going to the other school new year, now noones going hardly, so i dont know what to do, as far as i know its too late for either one by now. i cant stand this school, but how would the other compare, what are the kids like? it looks like the last few pages ive ignored the margins, gotta remember margins, i lose points in english over stupid margins. im in english class now. she wants us to write about a problem we personally have right now, hmph, what a break. she was checking everyone to ensure they had notebooks and i passed off this one as my school notebook. shes now telling us theres going to be a spelling bee, and im gonna try my best on that, i have to do something and not just bum around.

its civics time again, and hes checking weve done our homework. last night was a frenzy when i was studying for tests only to find out we werent having one. on the bible test i missed none, the civics makeup test was easy too. i turned in my required christian reading to bible class today, i didnt even read the book, all i did was flip through the book 'heathers' in homeroom. im trying to memorize these spelling words the best i can, last night i spent a few hours going over them, i guess i have a better memory with words than other things, there are 480 words on the list, some of them are strange like curliewurly, i dont think half of them are real. i didnt think anyone would want to learn them, but many kids are. aslak said he was gonna learn them, but i dont think he will win, same with robby, so this should make me study all the harder, i want to do this because if you know these 480 words, you cannot lose, and then you get to 'move on' to more bees. 3 minutes to go in civics, then comes english, i think we may have a quiz on verbals.

a day later, i am rarred up for this spelling bee. i just finished a civics test and did the usual. this week in school is 'spiritual emphasis' week, the skating rink party was last night, only a handful showed up, but the races were fun. mike and i got first place twice, so at least i didnt have to worry about affording cokes. robby and i tied for first place in the spelling bee in class. i wonder what happens next. in the middle of the hallway there is a disgusting stench like crap. its really gross. miss kelso seems to be getting stricter, she isnt as fun as she was at the start of the year. one teacher that gets on my nerves still is mrs deike, i dont think theres anyone i could dislike more. she is the most cruelest person ive ever met, she ruins our day always frowning and giving out tallies for anything trivial. i wish i could tell her off or send her off somewhere. she has a problem, i dont even want to think about her.

in psy ed we have softball, what a boring repetitive game, youre either sitting in outfield or sitting to wait to bat. my allergies were bad yesterday. i cant barely keep my eyes open and my nose is stuffed. headache, stomachache, and sore jawbone. somethings always wrong on tuesday, how i wish it were wednesday. i won the class spelling bee, and the school spelling bee, and now i get to go to the florida finals at some other school next month, so i get another huge list of words.

it is now 2 months later, and summer is here, 9th grade is over! i really cannot believe its over. i wish there were more weeks of summer, i wish i had kept up with this journal, i have a lot of feelings, but i cannot write them down. it is about 1110pm i dont know the time exactly because i broke my watchband and i dont think ill ever get it fixed. i am watching 'dave allen at large' because they cancelled the show 'soap' on channel 29 and now in its place they play some cheap 1950s show called 'the thin man'. i am talking to robby as always, i have call-waiting now so i can stay on the phone indefinitely. the temperature where i live has been 98F, its really hot. this first day of summer 1985. i think i am depressed. everyone in school seems to have left, even joce, like 2 weeks ago we were doing great, and then she just leaves me as a friend, just like that, whenver i came around her she would act temperamental or as if she didnt know me. it came at first as a shock, and then got me worried, and over time i got pissed about it. id get mad that she would ignore me, then when she comes to me for a favor i just crumble and act nice, but then she goes back to her ignorant state again, then i hate myself for being nice when she would come again for another favor, its kind of complicated to explain. i guess she just enjoys being around older kids now like ryan w and melissa, i dont mind melissa although she hates me, she is snotty towards me, but she is going to santaluces school next year.

i am really desparate for a job this summer, i need one badly, my disk drive just broke and it costs $30 to get it realigned, plus i need another printer to replace my old one and other fun stuff. maybe about $600 worth. but it is sooo hard to find a job just for the summer when you are 14 years old although i think i will get hired at the winndixie supermarket for $2.25 an hour. $1.65 after taxes. everyone wants a 16 yo to work. in the palm beach post there are ads for teens and businesses, so i placed a free ad in those classifieds and maybe i will get a call and i will look through the business ones. i want to trade programs with...

here i sit on the couch at 421pm watching the brady bunch, boy do i have alot on my mind, i feel somewhere between mad and crying, ive never had this strong of an emotion. as i mentioned before, joce stopped talking to me, but i kept on trying to stay in touch. this is the 3rd week of summer and i have only spoken to her on the phone once, last week in one month. robby and i plan on going ot the mall tomorrow, so i suggested he call her to see if she wanted to come too, i figured if she said no, then this was it. so robby insisted on calling so he did, and what happens? first of all she kept saying she was casting spells on us from her occult books, and to top it off last saturday she went from 2pm-9pm on a date with ryan w, the assistant principals son. gosh that pisses me off. he has a car so they went out together and she has plans to see him again this week. g.d. it, its not fair! i dont deserve this, my best friend ever has to leave me without any explaination! im never going to forget this, i dont know how to even react about it, whether to cry, but i pray to god for endurance, i must realize that that is life, its just hard when i have 83 long letters from her and now they all mean nothing.

anyways, after placing that ad i never did get any phonecalls, only pranks from sean, who now lives in palm beach gardens. i fell for his last one where he had a girl friend of his call me about a job. i did find a job though doing some old couples lawn in royal palm beach, so theres just a little extra money. i guess until i find another one i will be stuck at home bored when id rather be wroking making money so i can buy a printer and stuff.

now i am into trading files more through the mail, and im still into doing taekwondo, il be trying for my yellow belt in 3 weeks, theres a tkd championship in st petersberg 3 hours away on july 27th and i would like to go and try it out, i would be in the yellow belt 14-15yo division, i want to be in the sparring division, thats where they actually get to fight by rules, i would love to get a trophy, just to win at something for once! but that means lots of practice, plus the money for transportation and signing up. i enjoy tkd maybe i can stick with it because in 1yr and 7months i would be a black belt. i cant imagine that but who knows. right now there is a hostage situation in beirut, i wonder what will happen to them there, if they get killed theres gonna be trouble. i had charles over this weekend and we rode bikes up to 7-11 and blew up firecrackers and played karate champ videogame.

it is now 1am monday morning, i am watching a crummy tv movie while also listening to the hooters sing 'all you zombies' on waxy fm, im not tired. so ill just write a little until i fall asleep. im not sure how to write this, but my grandmother died on tuesday a few days ago. the funeral is all over with, and first it didnt really matter, but being that she lived close to us she was around alot and i really miss her alot now, she was so nice, always thinking of others first. she was a very humble person, considering the life she led. she died at 79yo of heart failure, she went into the hospital a few weeks ago, but i never thought she would die there even when the doctor said she didnt have long. i wish i couldve given her one last hug, to think of her now lying in a sealed up coffin...my mom keeps crying all the time, shell get over it soon, it must really be tough though for her. i use to love to tease her, we spent the last few days after her death cleaning her apartment, it was a long job, we found a lot of stuff, even some pictures of my great grandpa in the 1800s. the thing that upset me is i was going through her paperworks and i found a letter that had my moms name on a sealed envelope, i opened it up and it was a birthday card for my mom my grandma had written 'to my lovely daughter, with all my love, mom' and a $10 bill in it. she never got to give it to my moms and that was so upsetting i couldnt stop crying. one of the last thing my grandma kept asking was 'do you have your card' when she was in the hospital but we didnt know what she meant. my mom had seen one card on the table for her and thought that one was the one, but it turned out my grandma in the end had forgotten where she put one card she bought and she had went out and bought another. she also had things like 2 big bottles of basil leaves and things like that, doubles of things because of her memory.

anyways, i feel bored, i have to sit around the house this week, i want to do something, anything, maybe ill go to the mall with robby, that reminds me about what karen guillen and joce are now into - witchcraft. i dont know if they are mental or what, but robby speak to them and they talk about how they do spells and all that crap. joce said she bought coffin nails. what a sicko. she says she has cast hate spells on me and robby, but i dont expect anything to happen because why would it? when robby went to the mall with karen last week, she bought a spell book. robby is freaked out and on the verge of crying because he is so worried about them. if they get deeper into that then we must do something about it. the occult is not a game, it is a satanic territory, especially when they do spells.

god i want to do something! and theres nothing to eat in the house. i glanced through this notebook over the past 8 months and i saw somewhat of a change. well, im gonna try and get some sleep, its about 2am. lets see it is now november and 4 months since i wrote in this last, this notebook is falling apart, i am in class right now in 10th grade, no big thrills, this school is still getting to me, the teachers, the tallies, and the quiet kids in all my classes, it will never be like it used to be. sean is gone, all the fun ones are gone, glen and sean and some others got in trouble and kicked out of school for taking a photo of his body part naked and put it in some girls stuff, but his watch on his hand was in the photo so they could tell who did it. i want to go to cardinal newman bad, i have already gotten 4 tally letters in the first two months of school, so half the time so far this year i got over 10 tallies in one week. i might as well cover some of this years teachers.

first period is mrs shaw, she is a shame. i hate to say it but she really wastes herself. maybe she is a quaker or something, she wear absolutely no makeup, she always looks like she just woke up, and she keeps her hair in the same bun. she also wears clothes that were left behind on the mayflower, what a shame she is. she is your basic standard teacher, no extras included. today in her class i broke a record and i am proud of it, i didnt get a tally in her class for the first time. well the last time was 5.5 weeks ago, see how well we get along? she teaches world history.

second period is with mr roncase, i imagined before i had him that he would be a boring strict teacher, but he is soso although is you upset him he will come right up to you and whack you since he also is a coach.