1998-05-04 - 08:32:54

Monday, May 4, 1998

Beloved Diary,

In the morning I was sick and had to miss class. As I am writing this, I am remembering seeing Jason Land’s penis in the bathroom at the prom. I was almost lucky enough to see Mr. Spencer’s penis too, but it wasn’t as big as Jason’s. Okay, I know that last statement was a little confusing. I will try to clear it up. When I say that I saw Jason’s penis, I mean I saw Jason’s penis. “How?” you ask. Well, I was in bathroom in a stall and the stall had Venetian type doors, the kind that you could out if you look downward from the inside. And you can only look into the stall if you upward. “Still, how could see him and him not see you?” you continue to wonder. That is a valid question. Let me see. Oh yes, being that no one ever uses the handicap stall, I decided to use it. And in that stall The Venetian style door is not directly in front of the toilet, but almost next allowing whoever sits there to see out. And guess where one could see from that stall. Right! In front of the stall door are the urinals and viola, I saw Jason’s penis. I couldn’t see or make out Mr. Spencer’s penis.

Changing the subject, I miss Jason and his incredible, but obvious, charm. I can still remember the times that I dictated for him so that he could finish his term paper for Mr. Fruge, the closeted History teacher. I almost believed Mr. Fruge believed in me. He used treat me as if I had a great potential to be someone.

Getting on with my life has been difficult with this ongoing depression. Year by year destiny keeps showing me that I am to be alone forever. Being alone does have advantages. It is too bad that I can’t think of any right now.

Miscellaneous:

 Felt ugly when I went to Glendale Galleria, where I saw incredible normal looking guys

 Mom’s leg still overpowers her with great pain since yesterday

 Still feel tired and useless

 My appointment with Dr. Sternal was an utter waste of time

 I need an organizer and a computer

Good night.

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