Monday

Today I bought a small "Daily Notes" notebook to write down the major things that happen each day for me to pick from and comment on in here. It should improve the coordination of my of my entries greatly. Perhaps I will lose some spontaneity, but I will also lose alot of blather.

B remarked something about purple being the color of sexual frustration, a JM quote. I remember L saying that to me right after the night with MS at A.H. Purple is my favorite color.

Me + H + B went out to buy me notebooks and we met Mr. G on the way to Chinatown. He wasn't going to eat! Sin and shame! Later, I came back from soccer practice to hear that he had walked out in a huff because everyone was late to his class. He had shown me his groceries, snore. I play up to him unbelievably, it's the bitchy, sadist streak in me.

WB taught our geometry class. I was surprised at the way he was able to control the chaos. I was thinking about K2 and D and K2 and Miss P. She vacillates about D, yo no se. Miss P she hates. I'm not particularly fond of the lady myself much either, but I don't hate her with a passion, it's strange. On the other hand I really like Mr. D. I just wish we weren't doing those yucky dramatic monologues. UGH. I don't know why I dislike them so much.

DB is going to bring in some music for violin and oboe, a Bach Concerto, which I will try to play. Should be fun. I teased him that he would forget to make sure he would remember. I talked with Mr. C about dropping Music Theory, he said talk to Mr. K. I will, demain. He and Mrs. K were away in Vermont today.

Now for the latest flashes on the JG front (DUMB, dumb, dumb). I got Liz's watch back to her after much trial and tribulation. I gave JG the $100 question, if , being "fanatically independent," he appreciated it in others. Answered as I expected in the affirmative. Only we agreed that there are damn few fanatically independent people around. I didn't say whether I thought that was good or bad. A mixed bag, I should say. We also agreed that if someone commits themselves they should go all the way with their responsibility. That's why, I explained, I don't take soccer. I probably couldn't hack it. He said I "undersell" myself. I doubt that's true. It seems to me JG likes Miss S. Well so do I. She is a very sweet, shy sensitive female. I will not be jealous. Of Miss P yes. He uses CRUEX. M found that very funny. So do I. There is a soccer game tomorrow to which I will go. I'm going to write to Mrs. C now, and then practice. WAIT, first I will l copy this into here:

God will us free, Man wills us slaves
I will as God wills, God's will be done.

Here lies the body of John Jack
A native of Africa who died
March 1773 aged about 60

Tho born in a land of Slavery
He was born free
Tho he lived in a land of liberty
He lived a slave
Till by his honest tho stolen labor
He acquired the source of slavery
Which gave him his freedom;
Tho not long before
Death the Grand tyrant
Gave him his final emancipation
And set him on footing with kings.
Tho a slave to vice
He practiced those virtues
Without which kings are but slaves.

Tuesday

I did write to Mrs. C, a run-down of my academic yr. so far. Not one of my better letters. I'll do better next time. English class I hated. C and I were together on an issue. I like her. She doesn't accept things just because she's been told them any more than I do. The idea of writing one of those "dramatic monologues" really turns me off.

DB remembered the music, of course. It looks nice. I'll read it with him tomorrow. I also have to remember to call BMS to make sure I can have a lesson. K wants to play in the thing too. I don't know. I liked the idea of there being two solo instruments and a piano. Oh well.

The soccer game was weird. We beat P 2-1 in a five minute overtime. I was timer, at least it made me feel useful. I guess I'll be doing that most of the games. I'll have to remember to bring my own stopwatch. K was unhappy because everyone was so geared toward winning instead of toward having fun. I really believe a certain amount of competitive feeling is healthy. We wouldn't feel competitive at all if it were truly destructive. Oh well, I like to win sometimes, and I'm sure the team will be in better spirits for it. I wish GH and LC were not around. I like to have things in control myself. I feel sort of guilty taking over, being a latecomer and whatnot, but I do it sort of anyways. VYING for the attention of JG, perhaps? Maybe. I am dying to say to him some time when he gets really obnoxious, "Has anyone ever told you you're cute when you're spiteful?" That would shut him up, but good. Gotta practice. It's late.

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