The Captain's Log

July 1992

July 1, 1992

Dear Maui:

Yesterday, I went to work with Mom. We cleaned the aquaruim and made it into an atrium (that is - fish = plants). I got a sharp piece of gravel underneath my fingernail. It hurt like hell.

We were going to see "Batman Returns" today. Mom changed her mind, so we can't go. What am I going to tell [Name]? He's so pushy - like [Name]. He makes a friend - then doesn't leave them alone and soon they hate him. I'm not at the hate point, yet, more like the exasperation point:

meet -> put out -> annoyed -> snappish -> exasperated -> hate

In my June 27 entry, I made a reference about sex with [Name]. That is totally out of the question now. I wouldn't sleep with hime if he gave me $1,000,000,000.00.


July 3, 1992

Dear Maui:

Today I finished reading "Farenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury. It was a very good book about a society where people are afraid of science fiction and non-fiction books. Once of the questions sure to be raised in class is, "Which side would you go with?" I would definitly side with Montag. My life would be not worth living if I couldn't have my books. I took the test also. I hope they were thought questions, tho.


July 9, 1992

Dear Maui:

I'm almost finished reading "The Good Earth" by Pearl S. Buck. It's an o.k. book, not great, not awful. It's hard to keep straight who all the characters are.

Mom and Dad changed their mind about Virginia, then changed it again. But this time we're not going because of money problems. I'm really worried about that. I mean, I can always get some ready cash if I have to - about $3,000.00 - but I'd have to use my savings account money and sell my books and cards. It's funny, I remember when, if I had a quarter, I was rich. Now I'm throwing away money like it's water. My attitude on the cruise is, "It's only $2,872.00, we make more than that in a month." That's a dangerous attitude to have in a depression. I hope this one doesn't last as long as the last one did. And I hope it doesn't take a World War to fix it this time. Everybody would be throwing nukes at each other like in the poem I wrote. I really, desperately don't want to lose all that I have. And especially not my cat. I love my cat more than anything. I better not lose her. I know where to get guns, and I'm not afraid to use them.

[Hypocritical, huh? On one hand I don't want war, on the other I'm ready to kill someone over a cat. I did love that cat, tho.]

**to be continued**