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Sep. 21st, 1990 06:00 pmBoy, a lot of things happen in ten days. I lost my key, so I didn't write.
Last Thursday, Konstantin knocked over his water, so I saw him running back and forth from the napkin table. I got the notion to ask him what he spilled. Now, just about a week later, we're telling jokes and talking about Nintendo, etc. I think we're on the road to being good friends. Alexandra would drop dead if she knew.
5/12/04 ...because Alessandra didn't think I had the guts to do anything about it the year before. Man. I really do wish I'd kept up with journalling in sixth grade, it was such an interesting year in retrospect. Traumatic, yes, but interesting.
Last Thursday, Konstantin knocked over his water, so I saw him running back and forth from the napkin table. I got the notion to ask him what he spilled. Now, just about a week later, we're telling jokes and talking about Nintendo, etc. I think we're on the road to being good friends. Alexandra would drop dead if she knew.
5/12/04 ...because Alessandra didn't think I had the guts to do anything about it the year before. Man. I really do wish I'd kept up with journalling in sixth grade, it was such an interesting year in retrospect. Traumatic, yes, but interesting.
