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Sep. 9th, 1990 06:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperI have not written in this diary for more than a year. I am now nearly twelve. Oh, to hell with this peoperity shit. This is a diary, for heaven sakes!
A lot has changed since the last time I wrote. I'm gonna be in seventh grade next year. Another thing that has changed is that I'm not in love with Ashkan anymore. My new fling is [flowery writing]Konstantin Koptev[/flowery writing]. Yes, he's Russian. I feel a bit sorry for him. You see he doesn't have any friends. Quoting from Sheela, "everyone says how stupid and ugly he is."
I better sign off. I've got to give Sheela a call.
5/3/04 - Ah, middle school. Anybody need a guaranteed deterrent against spawning, spend a day observing the petty backstabbing cruelty of seventh graders. UNIS, despite being upheld as this paragon of harmonious international living still had a crop of 12-13 year olds. The fact that we were all smart didn't level the playing field any, it just made the mean kids meaner in a far more vicious way that left deeper scars on some of us than any physical beating could.
Hindsight is 20/20 though. Looking back on the couple of photographs I've got of sixth-seventh grade, whoever initially made the condemnation of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harinezumi's attractiveness wasn't looking very hard. Though he often says he embodied the very essence of seminiferous tubular buttnoid, this was actually right before he hit the awkward ravages of puberty and testosterone and was still quite a beautiful boy. And was probably the last time he would only outdistance me height-wise by four inches rather than by nearly a foot.
A lot has changed since the last time I wrote. I'm gonna be in seventh grade next year. Another thing that has changed is that I'm not in love with Ashkan anymore. My new fling is [flowery writing]Konstantin Koptev[/flowery writing]. Yes, he's Russian. I feel a bit sorry for him. You see he doesn't have any friends. Quoting from Sheela, "everyone says how stupid and ugly he is."
I better sign off. I've got to give Sheela a call.
5/3/04 - Ah, middle school. Anybody need a guaranteed deterrent against spawning, spend a day observing the petty backstabbing cruelty of seventh graders. UNIS, despite being upheld as this paragon of harmonious international living still had a crop of 12-13 year olds. The fact that we were all smart didn't level the playing field any, it just made the mean kids meaner in a far more vicious way that left deeper scars on some of us than any physical beating could.
Hindsight is 20/20 though. Looking back on the couple of photographs I've got of sixth-seventh grade, whoever initially made the condemnation of
harinezumi's attractiveness wasn't looking very hard. Though he often says he embodied the very essence of seminiferous tubular buttnoid, this was actually right before he hit the awkward ravages of puberty and testosterone and was still quite a beautiful boy. And was probably the last time he would only outdistance me height-wise by four inches rather than by nearly a foot.
