DECEMBER 22nd, 1992, 1993

DECEMBER 22nd, 1992

Today I went to the skating party at United Skates of America. When they had the screaming contest, the boys got in trouble for screaming "Pizza Hut!"

I filled out a song request from "To Kell Lee Saurus from your Skatey-Poo, I love the way you swing your tail," The Hokey Pokey.

I called the Skatesaurus a "green carpet sample."

DECEMBER 22nd, 1993

Went to Martin's. Watched the Simpson Halloween Special IV on tape. Tonight Kath and I sleepover Aunt Kay's.

Sometimes I wonder if my fellow classmates are even the least bit intelligent. Judging from their speech and actions, I don't think they even have a smart thought. It's not like me to write this deeply, but I sure do think deep. I take time to comprehend things. I can never picture GIRL or GIRL doing this. But maybe they do. People don't actually think of me as a complex mind because I never show it. Whenever I state a scientific fact or deep thought, they laugh and think of it as one of my funny jokes. Just a thought for the day.

One more question. Does this "hobby" or "skill" I have of being scientifically and psychologically thoughtful make me intelligent? If not, what does? And why is Ryan in all the smart classes if he hasn't shown one sign of intelligence?

Geez. Christmas is only 2 days away and I haven't even thought about it! My thoughts are consumed with one thing: BOY.

Holly Stone will be 16 on Friday. She doesn't seem what I thought 16 would be. I'm 15. I thought that sometime (like when I'm asleep) between 15 + 16 there's a huge gap, that I jump ahead to ultimate maturity in one day. When I was 13, I thought I'd be mature at 15. I'm 15 now. I don't think I'm mature at all. I wonder when I will mature. Good thing BOY's just as immature as me. We could be twins.

FRIENDS:
1. Tessa Kinney
2. Emily Adams
3. Michelle Gaspar
4. Jocelyn Holt
5. Julie Leo
6. Holly Gindlesperger

BOYS I LIKE:
1. Craig Meland
2. Andy Demian
3. Ryan Rinaldo

Everyone hates BOY, but he's so popular. I don't know why, but I feel a special connection with him. He makes fun of me and I proclaim my hate for him publicly. But I like him. Maybe it's cause I can read his mind or vice versa, or maybe it's cause we're the same. Because he's an insensitive jerk, people (and teachers) don't recognize his smarts. Because I'm a silly, funny class clown, no one recognizes my smarts or seriousness. Does he think of me? Is he really the same? I mean, does he wonder what I think like I wonder what he feels?

I've been branded a class clown for life, I guess. We're a self-sufficient community, the class of '97. Each person supplies a need. I'm just there to make people laugh, that's my job. BOY is the kid you love to hate. And although we hate each other (the class of '97) is a big family. We've been together for 15 years. We know each other. When someone new comes into the family, it may take awhile to accept them and they will never be a part of the original class. I feel proud when someone new comes, I don't know exactly why, either. But I'm proud to be part of the original Olmsted Falls class family.

I feel something is going to happen between me and BOY, but not in the near future and not at Ski Club. I don't think it's a romantic encounter, either.

At Aunt Kay's, we trimmed her tree. All I could think of was BOY, BOY, BOY.

DECEMBER 22nd, 1994

On Tues. Aunt Kathleen and Matt came out from Arizona. Today we went to Tower City. We saw Corey at his job as Raggedy Ann. So far this vacation is pretty boring. BOY is constantly on my mind, but at least I'm not pining for him. (Well maybe I am...a little.)