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Journal Entry


Note:  The only changes to this entry are minor corrections to grammar, punctuation, formatting, and spelling.  I’ve also removed any last names which appeared, except in the case of teachers.

Well I have several things to record.  Some are less important than others, but does that matter?

48. Mr. Timms
49. Mrs. Timms
50. French class
51. Mrs. Hood
52. Biology
53. Sadistic wrestling coaches
54. Most everything
55. Cameron
56. Anger
57. Sore muscles
58. Animal cruelty
59. Nuclear weapons
60. Pollution
61. Decreasing ozone
62. Burning rain forests
63. Humanity
64. Poison
65. Police brutality
66. Impotent rage
67. Paranoia
68. Lack thereof

Sorry, I had to add to my list.

Back to my personal hell, I saw an article in the paper about the rising threat of nuclear war.  I pondered it and I actually hoped it would happen!  I still do.  My last words would be “I love you, Maile.”  Oh yes!  I must show Miracle Mile to Maile.  She would no doubt love it.  Well, ok, so she wouldn’t love it, but I’d like to see how she would feel about it.

I am in extreme anguish.  This is a result of a new sadistic coach for the wrestling team which I am on.  Pain-loving does not adequately describe the utter fluffiness of this fellow.  My muscles are screaming.  The guy is kinda cool, though.  He said something like:

“Wrestling is a violent sport.  If the other uy gets hurt — if he dies — we don’t care.  We’ll take the victory.”

That is cool, although I’ll probably be the dead one.  Who cares?

A few days ago, during Study Hall, Cameron started telling Maile jokes.  My impotent rage built inside me.  I would have disemboweled Cameron with my bare hands in an instant.  It doesn’t make sense.  The only real reason I can think of is that I want to protect Maile from his temper and altogether fluffiness.  He is the ultimate fluffmeister.  I can barely contain my anger.

Another recent happening is Jarrett’s announcement that we’re going to Galveston.  It will be me, Jarrett, Matt S., René, and the four girls of our choice.  I am fairly sure I’ll invite Maile.  I hope she can come.  The only problem would be her playing Truth Or Dare.  I would be in ecstasy, but she might not want to participate.  She might feel compelled to.  I don’t want to force her to do anything, inadvertently or otherwise.  I love her!

Note – If Maile did not feel comfortable, I too would sit out to make her feel less left out.

P.S. – Maile can hopefully go to Galveston!


Author: mitcharf

vegan, curmudgeon, animal lover, feminist, agnostic, cat whisperer, bookworm, hermit, Red Sox fan, Cthulhu enthusiast, softball player, man-about-town

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