09-18-1996: Most Important Memory

December 10, 1993. Sixth Grade. Under the grand oak, upon the orange bleachers. She sat, talking to a friend. I approached her, nervous. The air was crisp, the sun was bright. She said she liked me. That is teh most important memory I have. And that day still effects my life. Does she still? Do I still? What if she never did? I dunno, but sometimes I wonder. Hmmm....
-later-
Well, today was picture day. It went OK. Johanne asked me why I cut my hair, I told her it was 'cause I wanted to. I passed right by her a few times, waved, but she had no response. ::sigh:: Shawna hasn't called yet, and it's 9:00. May be I should stop looking for love, and love will find me. hmmph.
Well, day went as usual.
It mostly sucked.