Bon's Mots

Wrapped in your mys­te­ri­ous won­der­land
Caught in your su­per­fi­cial non-existent fairy story

- Wonderland, XTC

These are my last jour­nal en­tries from the ninth grade. I hope you en­joyed read­ing them as much as I did. Stay tuned for September when I post my jour­nal en­tries from the tenth grade.

June 1/83

I am go­ing to Wonderland! Saturday, me, Angie and Daniela are gonna have fu-u-un! What a yucky day! I can’t fin­ish my re­li­gion es­say and I don’t know it feels yucky. Well, I’m in study right now, I mean sci­ence and we’re talkin’ about the most in­ter­est­ing, mind bog­gling an­i­mal in the world! THE FRUIT FLY! Oooh, big stuff! I am so bored.… Continue tonight.

I am just writ­ing to see how I write with this pen, so if you’ll just ex­cuse me, there! That’s good enough.

June 3/83

Well, do you like my new form of writ­ing? Our dance is on June 10, and — — – said to look good be­cause Jimmy’s gonna be there. And say if Basic’s gonna be there. Confused. That’s what the whole world is to­day. Did you hear Dr. Demento and Weird Al Yankovich on Chum FM this morn­ing? What a hi­lar­i­ous pair. Tomorrow I’m gonna go to Wonderland! The roller coast­ers, scream­ing in the ears, smell of vomit! Doncha just love it? I’m go­ing with Angie + Daniela. But like it’s gonna pour! Oh well, c’est la vie. He’s a gonna check if we-a done da English home­work. Do you think I did? Nooooooo! Did you know I had an ar­gu­ment with my rice krispies? Well, I turned around to get my milk when one of them shouted ob­sen­i­ties at me. I didn’t know who it was but I in­tend to find out! (that’s a joke I heard on the ra­dio). Bye!

June 7/10

Hello Journal. Well it looks like this is the last time (sniff) I’ll be writ­ing in you! But there is the sum­mer and if I meet any new loves, like in sum­mer school, I’ll keep in touch. Boris — ohhh. I went to this Croatian park on Sunday and when lo! what do my eyes be­hold! A gor­geous hunk-of-a-babe called Boris. He looks like John Stamos. Guess who’s com­ing to our dance — Jimmy. Remember? Last dance? But say if you-know-who is there. What a mess I’ll have! I’m be­gin­ning to be­have like ol’ Boogie. Anyway, parked across from us was these gor­geous rock­ers, well one of them was cute. And were they star­ing! Well, I got wrap it up. O’Toole’s gonna have a throm­bo­sis if I don’t close up. Bye!