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November 29, 1995
11-29-1995
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.
Went to Heather's.
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November 28, 1995
11-28-1995
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.
Around 4:35-50 Lance called. Talked until 5:10-20. Annoyed Zach completely. We talked about a lot of different things. Said he'd call back either later today or tomorrow.
Poor Zach. I was terrible to him.
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November 26, 1995
11-26-1995
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.
Venice and 3rd St. with Naomi. Saw Heather. Zach called his dad.
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November 25, 1995
11-25-1995
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 and Jason picked me, Zach and Ryan up at 10:40. Rocky18. Me, Naomi and Jason smoked out in the parking lot. Me and Tara gave Lance hickeys. Talked to Brandy. Still have a mark from her biting me. Lance bit me. He's just a bit sexually frustrated. Said that the other week he wanted to take me on the ground, then and there (even with Zach a foot away). Gave him my number tonight. Tonight's the last night of Zach staying here (4 nights(. Jason's hopefully designing me some tattoos.
Zach was staying with Mom and I while Dad was out of town (either in Oregon visiting Eric, or a desert trip).
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November 23, 1995
11-23-1995
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.
Talked to Dawn from 9PM to 11:40, because she paged. Amazing.
Dawn had been my best friend for a number of years during high school, but about halfway through my senior year, we stopped hanging out because Dave either picked me up halfway through the day, or directly afterward. A few months later, that started up another wave of prank calls (which we had gotten badly years prior due to Nicc), but they dropped off shortly.
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November 20, 1995
11-20-1995
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.
"Frybaby" trip to Disneyland. Me (1 Green Sun), Zach (2 Black Pyramids), Naomi (5 BP), Taliesin (3 BP) and Lisa (2 BP). Woke up at 7:30. Naomi and Taliesin here at 8:35. Zach 8:40. Picked up Lisa. Disneyland: Space Mountain (2), Haunted Mansion (3), Star Tours, Indiana Jones, Big Thunder, Toontown, Peter Pan, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, Alice in Wonderland. A cofeeshop, Jason's 'til 10:30. Dropped Lisa off. Home at 12:15-30.
God, I hated going in the Haunted Mansion!! It was so dark in there, and my eyes refused to adjust to the lack of lighting, that I was perfectly blind. They had to lead me through the walking sections, and the first time I had difficulty getting seated. Ugh. And then they were like, "Again!"
We had intended to go on Splash Mountain, as I had never been on it (the last time I had been to Disneyland was prior to it's creation) but we kept getting distracted. Speaking of distractions... Taliesin is terrible. He decided that he was going to start pointing out the cameras scattered through the park for security, and Zach became horribly paranoid throughout the process.
Also, we had gone out to the car to get jackets and whatnot, and since I didn't have anything, Naomi gave me her cloak to wear (which I did frequently, lovely thing it was!). Well, after returning to the park, a security officer stopped me and said that "costumes" were not allowed in the park. We responded with, "I wore it in the gate and no one there stopped me" so he let me go.
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November 18, 1995
11-18-1995
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X-mas shopping. Rocky17 with Zach and Herardo. Zach pissed because H. and Dana are friends. Pissed me off by not talking to me. Bit by Brandy (twice?). Tried calling home. Got a ride home by Scott. Mom slept through me knocking, hitting, kicking the door; ringing the doorbell and yelling "Mom!" Anthony let me use the phone to call her; answered before it even rang.
Why I didn't have a key, I don't know. I could have just forgotten it.
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November 17, 1995
11-17-1995
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Ryan got jacked for his tabs today at Venice Beach.
Both Zach and I had warned him...
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November 16, 1995
11-16-1995
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Went to the Promanade. Zach and I both filled out applications at Borders. Went to the pier. Took one black pyramid each. Walked to Venice Beach. Went home. Still frying for another hour or two. Gave Ryan the last of his tabs (48).
Heather actually did the sort at the SaMo Borders, and was working there at that time; which is why we wanted to work there. :D
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November 12, 1995
11-12-1995
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 and Zach picked me up at 9AM. Venice Beach. Naomi got a new Zippo and a shroom pipe. At Venus she got a butterfly tattoo with a tab in one wing and a bud leaf in the other. Hiked to old military base at Babe Ruth. Gonna go up there again on a clear day with my camera!
Naomi's tattoo would fall into the "Why did you get that?!" category. The butterfly was cool and all, but the drug references in it were bold. It almost makes me think of Mom's, but her's has skulls in the wings. I remember that Naomi's parents did not approve of tattoos, so she had to always hide it from them.
And done at Venus... ugh. That was the first tattoo shop that I can remember repeatedly going into, and watching it change over the years. Actually, to start it was a piercing shop, strictly. Heather and I used to go in there, and once the main piercer there flashed himself at Heather to show off his handiwork. LOL
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November 11, 1995
11-11-1995
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.
Shopping with Mom (3 jeans, 1 shirt, Docs). Naomi picked us up at 10:50. Rocky 16. Halfway through it I found out about Mike telling Zach about me and Lance kissing that one day we had a long talk (Lance told Mike). Everything's okay, I hope.
This would also be in the top 10.
Jotted off to the side is a note, reminding me that we would be going to Disneyland on the 20th.
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November 06, 1995
11-06-1995
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.
At 10:30 went into Windward School. Broke into a bunch of lockers and got this, a binder, a smaller notebook, a poetry book, a drawing book, and a women's restroom sign. Ryan and Zach are going back for more.
!! That explains why there's so little written prior. I was going back through a calendar or something. "This" refers to a godawful ugly 5-subject notebook, with a maroon vinyl cover. Ugly as sin.
The only thing I remember about Windward, was that supposedly Tom Petty's daughter went there. I think Ryan knew a chick who went there.
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November 04, 1995
11-04-1995
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.
Walked to rocky15. Me and Zach guested by Heather and Scott. Talked to Lance alot. He wanted me to do what the front of my NIN shirt says ("need u, dream u, find u, taste u, fuck u, use u, scar u, break u") to him. He lives with Mike. Gave him a hickey right on his jugular. Zach let me and I did it right in front of him. Mom picked us up.
If there was a day I could go back and change ... this would be in the top 10. It was all a downward spiral from here.
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November 01, 1995
11-01-1995
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.
Mom let Zach spend the night.
"Let" isn't exactly the right word. I couldn't wake Zach up for the life of me. When I told her that, she sighed and said not to bother anymore. It was already 10pm and Zach was living on the streets; she felt horrible about that. Around 11 or so, I was watching TV and he woke up, freaking out. I told him to chill, and that he was staying there for the night. Dad wasn't too happy about that night, but Mom had her heart in the right place. Zach needed at least one night in a real bed (not that he didn't get plenty of rest during the day when he came over).
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