Wednesday, April 24, 1985 (age 13)



Today while I was idly ironing, Mom called (no this was not one of her "usual" calls either) about how the nurse at school called and told her about my committing suicide (and she was pissed to hell! Not the nurse, Mom!). After that, Neil managed to get his bike stuck in our garage door and lock us out of the house at the same time (ugh, we locked ourselves out twice!). Then after that, we had a another band concert, except this one sucked like SO bad! Also Kelsey said that yesterday she was talking to Tyler and he said he's got three problems: 1) Quinn 2) me 3) school. Tell ya about them tomorrow. 9:37