I saw Cathy H. today. She was walking north on Kenwood Ave. and I passed by her on my bike. At first I didn't see her, because I was looking at some other cyclists down the road, and right when I passed her, I was looking at my watch. Then she yelled something about me not saying anything and just going by. I looked back and said "OK, I won't."
I planned to go up to Napoleon, take a left, then go left down the alley. As I went down the alley Don M. came up with an 8 pack of Dr. Pepper on his bike. I told him of seeing Cathy as we rode down the gravel-paved alley. I rode up to Dixie ave., made a left, went down to Kenwood ave., and made a right. I rode up Kenwood, said "hello" to Cathy and her friend, and rode past up to Don's house. I stopped there and talked to him until about 2 minutes later, Cathy walked in front of Don's house. So I went up and said "hello again." So we got to talk for a couple of minutes. I found out that she is going to Lisa's party on the 13th. I then left to go get a DP (Dr. Pepper).
I think from now on, every night after I write an entry, I"m going to keep my journal by my bed until morning, so I can write down any dreams I've remembered.
Boy, have I got rotten handwriting. It is really messy. Sometimes even I have a hard time reading it. I've always had this kind of writing. Of course I usually write this in bed, except for this sentence.
[2008: as you can see I was pretty hopeless around girls I liked. I think Cathy was doing her best but I was just clueless. Also note the mention of Dr. Pepper. It was OUR DRINK back then, and we had one almost every day, along with a Snickers bar for me. Teens consuming toxic waste.]
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