The Wayback Journal: December 2-4, 1973
GBYSO went alright. I know at least that I'm just as, if not more competent as almost any of the other flute players. I can't stand AF.
Daddy pulled another one of his TV stunts. He promised me I could watch something and then came in and announced that there was something he just had to see, so I got up and walked out without a word. He didn't notice. I ripped up a sheet of paper into little confetti, covered a half a piece of paper with obscenities and then scribed over it and drew a whole mess of TV maddened characterizations of my father (they were quite funny by the way). Then I got up and danced madly about with my ripped sheet. That was fun. It got my frustrations out so well that I was able to be friendly afterwards.
We had dinner at the Shanghai right after GBYSO so I didn't have time to meditate. I guess I'll have to do that, now.
The twitch is a little better, the cough is worse. alas. One can never win. K said she had a good time at Sa's party. You see, nothing really 100% right.
The fuel shortage is scary. I soon will, I or my relatives, be in privation. It's all a sobering thought, and as the Club of Rome "Limits to Growth" people said, unless we do something rather soon, we will have a recession, perhaps even a Dark Ages again, with people wandering in the ruin of their former grandeur. I think I'll write a story about that for English assignment. ~ Don't let me forget that, or to remind Mom to tell the Haynes people about having my flute overhauled HOORAY. She's really going to do it.
Well, I gotta get some shut-eye, so ~
Well I let another day go. Nothing much happened Monday except I started reading Walden Two by Skinner, a very lucid and provoking book. Monday sports was not unusual. However adding up today and yesterday I wonder if I'm not cooling off too much too fast. Grebel was really aggressive today, teasing me and attracting my attention. Perhaps however he is just messing around, that he leaves the school building and it al leaves his mind like a snap. However he's "bored" on weekends. In a way I can't wait to say goodbye and get that whole thing over with.
I think I'll sign up for J's self-defense course, it will give me something to do the second half of the winter term, and will save me from looking like a total idiot, not to mention teaching me self-defense (!).
I wrote that story I mentioned before but it's not very good. The ideas are always so much better than the results. I guess that's really one of the main conflicts in life ~ the difference between the image in the mind,and the reality of the senses. Nothing is ever exactly the way you expect it to be. Nothing.
Funny how you tend to remember the tactile things that you do remember, alot longer than anything else visual or audible. For me it was a great pleasure to be borne down by strong arms and encircled by rope and to escape. But I like to be held strongly, something I could fight against if I want.
Tomorrow I have a lesson again ~ hurrah! It will be good to get back on schedule. I fixed my bead necklace onto orange string looks pretty wow. The nurse has me taking Robitussin DM and "forced liquids" according to Mom. Well I refuse to drink a gallon before going to bed and running the risk of not making it to the bathroom fast enough in the morning. That's ridiculous.
I checked out concerto music, pretty much dead end. I wonder if they would class the Telemann A- suite as a concerto... I got my name put on a list for overhauling in late February. I don't want to wait! That's over two months. I saw R there. He works for Haynes! (Neither K nor J2 ever told me.) It was rather weird. B seemed sort of out in the cold. we both groaned earlier discussing the beauty of A-'s mush, bod + music (what a combination). Such things should not be perpetrated unequally on the female sex.
Well it's rather late and I do have to rise at 6:30... (I think Mr. D is the nicest guy, he has my vote.)
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