From the archives

10 October 1992

Unseasonably warm today; I didn't need my scarf. That alone would be cause to celebrate, but instead, I suspect the change in atmospheric pressure is affecting the faculties of my mouth-breathing colleagues. To wit: while playing tether-ball at recess today, Jeremy Pollack called me a "gay faggot". He was, of course, completely oblivious to the redundancy of his statement. When I pointed it out to him he countered that my having noticed only made me "gayer". Bravo Jeremy, well-played.

I continue my losing streak at tetherball. My fingers keep getting caught in the string.

I have also made little headway finding a source for cigarettes, but will pursue some leads tomorrow. Apparently Shane can steal some from his Dad, though he may or may not smoke menthols. This would dramatically increase the schoolyard supply and thus depress prices. I have to see if Shane is willing to consolidate forces on this one.

For art class, we have to make a hallowe'en picture with sparkles and construction paper. I have not yet decided upon a theme, but I think I might explore the terror of "night rape". Sparkles may not turn out to be an appropriate medium.

My book report is due in three days, and I have not yet exhausted the web of possibilities present in this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure I am reading, You Are A Communist. I must increase my reading pace by 20%. I will also make my final determination soon, but it's looking like it's going to be an eight out of ten.

PB and J for lunch. No complaints.