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Jul. 28th, 1997 12:51 pmMonday, July 28, 1997 12:51
I’m making plans for the future. I can get along with packing up my current fancy shirts and wearing generic mens’ undershirts and jeans, saving up the good stuff for special occasions. Hey, I can do that. I can start doing that now, at school. I can wear jeans and Father Sir’s white T-shirts. And my leather jacket. I can toss some of my shirts, maybe. I’m not sure what to do at the moment. I’m thinking in a simplifying mood at the moment. Ginger was over yesterday, and she is one of those "simplify, toss it," people. I’m thinking along the same lines at the moment.
Who would have thought that Galadriel would have a 26-year-old boyfriend? She is either 16 or 17, just barely 17 if she is yet. That is nine or ten years of gap in ages. She was left alone with him for four days. Hmmm…and then when the rest of the family returned, her attire was less than thrilling to the parental eye. Tight bike shorts, push-up bra under tight T-shirt…Ginger made some comment that all she needed was a garter belt and stockings to be a whore. Unfortunately, I think I agree with her. But who would have thought that Galadriel would be the first from our 5th grade crowd to get that intimately involved with someone? I do admit that…almost. Galadriel’s boyfriend is someone she met on the ‘Net. Argh & stuff. I’m kind of unnerved.
Tomorrow is the last Tuesday in July. I need to light a candle for ‘Milly. Yes, Shawn, I’m going to remember her in my own way. I can make up a character for her in my head. To me, she is across between…well…you know Megan? The girl with the eye makeup, the Marilyn Manson freak with the lunchbox? Megan who has the smile of an angel. Megan who has some problems, but Megan who smiles like an angel. ‘Milly was probably not the best of people to know intimately on a long-term basis. Maybe a bit crazy like Dot. Maybe a sense of humor like Stephanie. But Megan’s smile. Idealism gets me nowhere, but at least I can invent a character. I never knew her. She was never alive for me to get to know. But you said you loved her, so at least I can imagine her. Was she anything like me?
It could have been the 26th or 27th, maybe. Probably the 26th.
I’m making plans for the future. I can get along with packing up my current fancy shirts and wearing generic mens’ undershirts and jeans, saving up the good stuff for special occasions. Hey, I can do that. I can start doing that now, at school. I can wear jeans and Father Sir’s white T-shirts. And my leather jacket. I can toss some of my shirts, maybe. I’m not sure what to do at the moment. I’m thinking in a simplifying mood at the moment. Ginger was over yesterday, and she is one of those "simplify, toss it," people. I’m thinking along the same lines at the moment.
Who would have thought that Galadriel would have a 26-year-old boyfriend? She is either 16 or 17, just barely 17 if she is yet. That is nine or ten years of gap in ages. She was left alone with him for four days. Hmmm…and then when the rest of the family returned, her attire was less than thrilling to the parental eye. Tight bike shorts, push-up bra under tight T-shirt…Ginger made some comment that all she needed was a garter belt and stockings to be a whore. Unfortunately, I think I agree with her. But who would have thought that Galadriel would be the first from our 5th grade crowd to get that intimately involved with someone? I do admit that…almost. Galadriel’s boyfriend is someone she met on the ‘Net. Argh & stuff. I’m kind of unnerved.
Tomorrow is the last Tuesday in July. I need to light a candle for ‘Milly. Yes, Shawn, I’m going to remember her in my own way. I can make up a character for her in my head. To me, she is across between…well…you know Megan? The girl with the eye makeup, the Marilyn Manson freak with the lunchbox? Megan who has the smile of an angel. Megan who has some problems, but Megan who smiles like an angel. ‘Milly was probably not the best of people to know intimately on a long-term basis. Maybe a bit crazy like Dot. Maybe a sense of humor like Stephanie. But Megan’s smile. Idealism gets me nowhere, but at least I can invent a character. I never knew her. She was never alive for me to get to know. But you said you loved her, so at least I can imagine her. Was she anything like me?
It could have been the 26th or 27th, maybe. Probably the 26th.
