June 28, 1979

Thursday.  I'm 15.

Guess what?  New colored ink.  Big deal!

Today I was invited to a party by Lisa G.  It's on July 13, which is a Friday!  It sounds like it will be fun.  I'm pretty sure Cathy H.  will be there, which will be a big plus for me.  If things go right at the party, I'll be able to get a little closer to Cathy.  I wouldn't mind getting closer to Lisa, either, but she is moving to Florida in August, so all we could have was a little fling.  Anyway, she lives four miles out of town.  Cathy doesn't.  She lives in town, and not too far away.

I often wonder about Craig R.  He's an unusual person.  He is disliked by most people.  In fact, in the ninth grade in school, Craig probably had only 3 or 4 friends.  Everyone else in the ninth grade made fun of him.  The general populace didn't like Craig, and they openly showed it.  Some people go out of their way to bother him.  It's a sorry sight.  he is actually not that weird.  He does have some emotional problems, though.  His father, Craig tells me, is involved with the underworld.  I believe this, too, because when his mom picked me up from my house, Craig noticed a van behind them that he thought was following them.  His mother thought so too, and periodically through the trip Craig would spot the van.  His mother's reaction seemed to corroborate with Craig's father's occupation.  His parents are divorced, and I haven't met his father.  I don't think Craig is so disturbed that he would make up a story like that.

His peer have exacted a toll on Craig.  Craig is a good drawer, but almost all his drawings center on revenge.  Craig wants revenge on his peers for their treatment of him.  He often talks of a house of horrors that he'll make, with real horrors inside.  He has told me that he wants, when he's older, a television station, which he will use to seek revenge.  Of course I may be taking all of this too seriously.  But I know he has problems.  He sleepwalks (I've seen it) and suffers from bouts of colitis, both signs of emotional stress.  He says his mother sleepwalks, too.

As usual, it's getting late, so I'll write again tomorrow.  bye!