9:12 am

CTBS [California Test for Basic Skills, which I took every other year throughout my public school education in California.  My mother, a public school teacher, made me believe that they were important so I always took them seriously.  I still recall some of the blurbs I read in third grade for reading comprehension.  "Pocket Parks," about small, urban parks, was one of them.] have got to be the most simplistic, boring, idiotic, lame things I have ever done in my entire life.  Oh well.  I don’t think I get to eat lunch with my honey for the next three days.  I guess I’ll live.  They came over last night to pick up Erica’s ice cream and they had tin roof sundae in the car but I couldn’t have any.  They told me to wait so next time it’s even better.  Well, I guess I’ll just go through torture.  Erica was showing her hickeys on her stomach yesterday at lunch and Amy said something like I could show mine but it’s too much or you don’t want to see it, or something to that effect.  I don’t really care about her dumb hickeys.  She thinks we’d both be jealous.  I don’t care and Erica’s had sex with Juree lately so she didn’t care a lot either.  Amy thinks she’s the coolest and she won and all but does she know she’s only being strung along?  Sunday was also a good day for discovering.  I was looking in the ‘ol accordion file for my savings bonds and came across something in my writing.  It was a letter to my mom that had been photocopied.  Boy, was I thrilled.  It said stuff about Erica and I being together, and how I don’t care about my tendencies because they don’t make a difference anyway.  So she [Step-Mother] obviously showed it to Father and that’s why he said what he said to me in the car on Friday.  But they think I’m totally far gone.  I still like guys.  But I might as well make them think I hate them so last night I went went off on how stupid guys are.  The letter [Step-Mother] photocopied had been sealed and addressed to my mother, I just didn’t have a chance to put a stamp on it and put it in the box.  She steamed it open and sealed it back up.  She probably also looked at the pictures from Christmas so I guess she knows that Erica went down there.  Oh well, she probably thinks my mom watched us have sex or whatever and knew all about it but she didn’t.  I feel like writing a boobied letter so [Step-Mother] can read it.

Tags: Diary, manners, words count

Categories: Diary

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