October 31, 1995
10-31-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
Halloween. Supposed to go trick-or-treating in Beverly Hills, party in the streets of We.Ho., Jason's haunted house and a party at Jason's. Only went to the haunted house, and Jason's house. Took one Green Suns on the way; Zach took one also. Ryan took two Black Pyramids, Heather took one, Naomi on five. Heather took another one later. Drank ``Green Death`` (vodka, Mountain Dew and Triple Sec) at Jason's. Smoked some weed. On way home (1 or 2 am) Ryan's on a BAD trip. Naomi's on a semi-bad trip (7 Black Pyramids, beer, tequila and weed). Naomi dropped us off at Mar Vista Park. Took about a hour to talk Ryan down. Went to Taco Bell; then home by 4.
Ugh. What a night.
Yeah, I can still remember Ryan insisting that he needed to use the payphone, regardless of the fact that it was covered in shaving cream.
Here is what I had previously written, in my prior transcription project:
What a night. Zach reminded me of when we realized something was going wrong with Ryan. Jason's house was utterly silent -- Heather was curled up in the bathroom after being sick, and everyone was crashed all over the place. Ryan suddenly said, in a perfectly flat tone, "I finally got it to melt." He was just gone from there out. Also, one of Jason's friends hurled all over the downstairs neighbors yard. Ugh. LOL Heather was like, paralyzed in the bathroom most of the night. When we dropped her off, Ryan hopped out of the car and wandered over to the wall running along the back of her building. He climbed up on it, and kept insisting that I walk along the wall with him, and that I needed just to trust him. Zach ended up nearly breaking his fingers on the mailbox, after punching it with fustration trying to get Ryan down. I don't remember exactly how we got him down, but we did. Once we got to the park, he insisted on calling people -- but the phone was covered in shaving cream. He ended up ruining both mine, and Zach's peaks. LOL We wanted to kill him that night, severely.
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October 30, 1995
10-30-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
My 18th birthday!! Zach was supposed to go to Project 6, but ditched his dad. Dinner with mom, dad and Zach at Tony Romas. Got a 3D Puzzle (and a Royal Knights Castle a week before). Ryan got me 26 or 27 Carl's Jr. tent numbers. Dawn paged "Happy B-Day" twice.
I hated the fact that Zach was continually being put in placement, as did he; obviously. That day, we ran through the nearby creeks, alleys and backstreets to keep away from his father.
I don't know why I had such a fascination with the numbers from Carl's Jr. We all did, at one point in time, as I can remember them on the dashboards of friends' cars. But that night, Ryan walked up to the counter and swept up an entire stack of them and we bolted. It was amusing.
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October 28, 1995
10-28-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
nine inch nails / David Bowie concert. Naomi and Yolanda picked us up. Dropped one Green Suns (paper). Got an ``Eraser`` shirt ($25 -- Earlier: Yard sale at Grandma's. She gave me $200 for b-day money). Concert ended at 11:30!! Tried to go to a party (but it cost $20). Drove through a drag-queen party on SaMo Blvd in Beverly Hills. Got to Rocky14 by 1. Couldn't get into the theatre (over-sold). Wednesday's. ``Our`` parking lot. Zach's house by 3 or 4.
Awhile ago, I started this same project, of transcribing my old journal (I'm actually working off of the Export from that, at the moment) and had this to say in regard to this entry. It sums it up better than I can at the moment (other than my total and complete regret of not really being there for that amazing show!):
Heh! Geez, I forgot to write in quite a bit about that night. The nin set was one godawful blur to me. LOL Just lights and sound -- I peaked during it. After the set, Zach and I decided to go sit in Sylvester (Zach had Naomi's keys, due to his fear of being left places). While we were sitting in the car, Zach asked if he could move Naomi's car. LOL The concert was at the Forum, and we were in the handicapped parking -- thank god for her Father -- and it was nearly vacant, so he wanted to move the car further down the row, to freak out Naomi. Anyways, at about 11:20 or so, we decided to go back in, and went to our seats. Last song -- Under Pressure. Ugh! So we sought out Naomi and Yolanda (they were one section away from us). Naomi ripped off the armrest during Reptile!! That still kills me. Rocky was horrible, since we couldn't get in; so we sat out front and I remember that anyone standing behind me sounded like Donald Duck, until I turned around and looked at them. ::Snickers::
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October 09, 1995
10-09-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
Naomi took me to Magic Mountain. Dropped one Black Pyramid on the way there. Batman, Log Jammer (twice), Revolution (twice), Viper, Collosus. Maybe a couple of others. Had our caricature (sp?) done. Home by 6.
One thing I always did in regard to trips to Magic Mountain, was keep a tally of our rides. My first 'adult' trip to MM (meaning when I was old enough to go on the rides) was with my first boyfriend, Paul. I remember going on 'Whiplash' (I forget the real name; Backlash maybe?) and swearing off all roller coasters from that moment forth. My resolve melted once they got me onto Revolution, which is still my favorite ride.
That morning, Naomi was let into the house by my father, at some ungodly hour (like 9AM). I woke up with her staring down at me. LOL Man, that was the weirdest expierence waking up!
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October 07, 1995
10-07-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
Naomi picked me, Zach and Ryan up to go to Rocky13. Dropped two Black Pyramids. Fryed HARD at Rocky. Semi-bad trip. Barely could remember home, had to remember cats; Stoph; David, Mark and Chad. Taliesin "loves" me on cyd. Got "Lump" stuck in my head. Went to Wednesday's House (crammed in Naomi's car: me, Zach, Ryan, Jaime, Brandi (leaving W.D.), Yolanda and Jason). Me and Zach found "our" parking lot! SaMo Beach. Zach's house at 6 am.
Yikes!
Where to start with that mess? LOL I can actually remember that night well, mainly because I fear anything like that every happening again. It was so terrifying not to remember anything, and to think that my entire life revolved around Rocky Horror. (Note: the '13' represents how many times I had gone to Rocky.)
As you can tell, my journal was originally based upon bare facts. Later on, I do go further in detail.
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October 02, 1995
10-02-1995
This is a transcription of my handwritten journal. I copied it 'as is'—lowercase solely if that is the case, etc. Below are my thoughts on this old entry, as of the time of transcription; currently 2 July 2005.
donna's 29th birthday. dropped my first tab (one gel black pyramid). gofone to pay mom's bill. venice beach with ryan. peaked watching rocks melt.
This is the oldest journal writing I have. Why I picked that date in particular to begin my journal, I do not know. I can remember an older one, started probably a year before that; but I think I destroyed it after Dave and I broke up.
The only detail from that day that I remember in detail is that while Ryan and I were walking along the Boardwalk, the cracks in the sidewalk looked like vast valleys, and that for awhile I thought I might fall in. Oh! And we were talking about walking out to San Bernadino, where Zach was currently located, and 'kidnap' him from the placement, before hiking all the way up to Oregon.
Yeah. That might have happened.
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