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Jun. 6th, 1989 09:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperOkay. so I forgot to write. Nothing much happened except for a few thing in the past two wees so I'll fill you out on what did happen: (1) on May 24, Cliona said that she thought Vanessa was teasing me about health food. She didn't know that Vanessa had called me fat. (2) May 26. Jackie, Alicia's niece (Alicia is Anucha's friend) came over and she stayed the night. Running up to her my foot got wedged in the bannister, and my little toe got dislocated. It still is kind of purple. (3)The next day I went to a ballet. Romeo and Juliet. It was great. after that my parents and I went to New Jersey and ate at this restaurant. Then we visted my aunt. (4) June 11, went to ballet class but had to take it easy because of my toe. We practiced our dance with costumes. (5) June 3 - I went to a ballet called Don Quixote then we went to a place called Jezabelles. It's this crazy restaurant. Wh ever heard of a fern in the bathroom? And that's it. Today I sort of got Ashkan and Bassem in trouble. Gayle found this note that Betty wrote yesterday. Betty was eavesdropping on them and she wrote down what they were saying. What they were talking about was dicks and fucking Oceane (one of my friends.) Well today, Gayle found the nore under her desk. She brought it to Mr. Muslin.
and what happened next I don't remember, and the world will never know because I stopped writing here and then didn't pick up the journal for almost a year and a half. So we miss all of sixth grade in that time, which is a bit sad, as I wish I had some record of it, since a lot of really really angsty things happened in sixth grade - it's when I stopped giving a rats ass about my grades, much to my parent's ire, it's when my mother and my sister took me out to Prospect Park lake to tell me I was actually not the natural child of the folks I call Mom and Dad, but actually Stanley's little college accident whom they later adopted, and survived being in Mr. Blackman's class (and he was a case let me tell you). I started questioning things a lot more in sixth grade, sort of along the lines of well, if my family could keep a secret that big from me for 11 years, what else are they hiding? It was also the year I quit ballet, for two reasons - one, that year I did pointe for exactly four months and my ankles couldn't handle it. Also Yaya was being really mean to my friend Sheela, and as a show of solidarity, we both quit her class that December. Right before a performance. Boy was she mad. :) There went my sparkling career with the American Ballet Theater. :) Or maybe Alvin Ailey? >:) Mama! Habarigani, Mama! *niggy jig, Alvin Ailey style* (yep,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beatgoddess, that was all for you!) I'd like to take up dance again at some point, there are times when I really miss it....
And of course, sixth grade was where I met (but hadn't yet become friends with) and seriously crushed out on the person who would become my best friend, the (at the time) love of my life, my worst enemy, and my blinking red question mark, not in that order, of course. :) I of course speak ofharinezumi. That part I aleast have a record of, in the form of the first long-ass thing I ever wrote, a little autobiographical story called Go Figure Boys! Still have a copy of it too. Occasionally I read it over and shake my head about how silly and at the same time horrible kids are right around puberty. But anyway. That was the second half of sixth grade, and rightly timed too - that whole issue distracted me from the fact that my life as I'd known it had gone straight to hell in a handbasket.
Anyway. Thus ends grade 5. Journal 1 picks back up here
and what happened next I don't remember, and the world will never know because I stopped writing here and then didn't pick up the journal for almost a year and a half. So we miss all of sixth grade in that time, which is a bit sad, as I wish I had some record of it, since a lot of really really angsty things happened in sixth grade - it's when I stopped giving a rats ass about my grades, much to my parent's ire, it's when my mother and my sister took me out to Prospect Park lake to tell me I was actually not the natural child of the folks I call Mom and Dad, but actually Stanley's little college accident whom they later adopted, and survived being in Mr. Blackman's class (and he was a case let me tell you). I started questioning things a lot more in sixth grade, sort of along the lines of well, if my family could keep a secret that big from me for 11 years, what else are they hiding? It was also the year I quit ballet, for two reasons - one, that year I did pointe for exactly four months and my ankles couldn't handle it. Also Yaya was being really mean to my friend Sheela, and as a show of solidarity, we both quit her class that December. Right before a performance. Boy was she mad. :) There went my sparkling career with the American Ballet Theater. :) Or maybe Alvin Ailey? >:) Mama! Habarigani, Mama! *niggy jig, Alvin Ailey style* (yep,
beatgoddess, that was all for you!) I'd like to take up dance again at some point, there are times when I really miss it....And of course, sixth grade was where I met (but hadn't yet become friends with) and seriously crushed out on the person who would become my best friend, the (at the time) love of my life, my worst enemy, and my blinking red question mark, not in that order, of course. :) I of course speak of
harinezumi. That part I aleast have a record of, in the form of the first long-ass thing I ever wrote, a little autobiographical story called Go Figure Boys! Still have a copy of it too. Occasionally I read it over and shake my head about how silly and at the same time horrible kids are right around puberty. But anyway. That was the second half of sixth grade, and rightly timed too - that whole issue distracted me from the fact that my life as I'd known it had gone straight to hell in a handbasket.Anyway. Thus ends grade 5. Journal 1 picks back up here
