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This diary features the writing of Ellen, a California teenager traversing life, love, and everything in between during the late s. Note: Contains strong language and suicidal ideation. No part of this diary may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the American Diary Project.
It has a comedy and tragedy sign on it. Today I sat around watching television. Then I went to the Downtown library with Eris. Stein and Christopher Pike. Also some Nancy Drew and Sweet Valley. Eris bought some weird spider.
I went to this really cool comic book store with a whole bunch of Akira, Robotech, and X-men. I read a Sweet Valley Twins and friends. This character Rick Hunter seems so fine. He also reminds me of Rick Hunter of Rocotech.
RIck is so fine. I am such a sick bastard. Well I finally spoke to Shawn. It was really cool. I think Maisha likes him too. Shawn is really nice and sweet. I just hope he likes me. Thursday, July 20, β Yesterday I stayed home and listened to Weezer.
I think Weezer is cool and Rivers is fine. The whole band is kinda cute. Eris was being a bitch and started getting pissy with me. If I did oh well. I watched ER and the late shows. I think Anthony Edwards and Eriq la Salle should win the omem emies. Why do I always dream of storybook characters? Hopefully I guy will sweep me off my feet and hold me tight in an embrace. Then with delicate lips, kiss me. I wish! This is going to bite, bigtime.