Diary, 1984: March 18th

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mes and we were all yelling at him in unison by the end of the night. It was HOB-ISS-TOBB-ISS-TERR-OBB-BOB-ICC-COBB-AL!</p><p id="31f5">Oh, and when we got to our seats, Bicho got the seat that was all duct-taped up and he fell flat to the ground! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Poor Bichobobicho. Oh well! I guess you could say he’s initiated now!</p><p id="8444">BUT……………………………….</p><p id="d60e">That’s not the news. Tell me what you see, diary. TELL ME.</p><figure id="c767"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*mnaB9lGlZO6OHGibkR6L2A.jpeg"><figcaption>Made in future on iPad</figcaption></figure><p id="09da">One more thing….Kristine heard a rumor that Gaurav got hit right in the balls with a softball at tryouts yesterday. I guess that’s what he gets for making fun of my diary!</p><p id="545d">Well,</p><p id="7662">Ta-ta for now!</p><p id="98cd"><b><i>Need to peak through the rest of the diary?</i></b> <a href="https://medium.com/quicktalk/my-diary/home">Check out the rest of the installments here</a>!</p><p id="a36b"><i>The story, names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this diary are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and experiences is intended or should be inferred. Kind of. The borrowing of likenesses belonging to writers across Medium including, but not limited to the following, is purely for fun: <a href="undefined"></a></i><a href="undefined">Preeti Ramachandran</a>, <a href="undefined">Gaurav Jain</a>, <a href="unde

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fined">Sally Prag</a>, <a href="undefined">Smillew Rahcuef</a>, <a href="undefined">BichoDoMato</a>, <a href="undefined">Kristine Laco</a>, <a href="undefined">Kristen Stark</a>, <a href="undefined">Susan McCorkindale</a>, and @Sallysimaginarybrother</p><div id="bc32" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/about-me-kiki-walter-e87645e4a1a2"> <div> <div> <h2>About Me—KiKi Walter</h2> <div><h3>How Do You Solve a Problem Like Kristina?</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*6hQolUq-uyWZHtPJxpuXwQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="b28e" class="link-block"> <a href="https://kikiwalter.medium.com/subscribe"> <div> <div> <h2>Get an email whenever KiKi Walter publishes (or does something weird, anyway).</h2> <div><h3>Get an email whenever KiKi Walter publishes (or does something weird, anyway). By signing up, you will create a Medium…</h3></div> <div><p>kikiwalter.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*Yfn2YG267_P2KKGg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

The mystery is solved and I’m not sure what I think about it!

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Dear Diary,

Sally’s brother is to dieeeeeeeeee for. She’d totally kill me for saying that! I know he’s older, but I swear he looked at me once. His accent is….like TOTALLY TUBULAR OHMIGOD. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Even when he yells at us to quit hanging around, he’s so cute. He was listening to this band called New Order and they are ahhhh-maaaaa-zing. I’m totally a fan now. I asked him if he’d make me a tape and he said he would. Then he offered me a sip of beer. Do you think he was flirting??? I can’t tell Sally! Squee!

Annnnnyways. Last night we saw Splash. It was so good! Tom Hanks is so cute and funny. Here’s who ended up going:

Me, Sally, Ade, Bicho, Preeti, and Smillew. Susan was grounded, but I’m not sure why. Not surprising. She’s always getting grounded. When we got to the theatre, Kristine L. and Kristen S. from debate were in line too! I didn’t realize how funny they were! They are always stuck at the hip like in their own little world, so you know, whatever, but they sat with us last night and it was a blast! Bicho couldn’t even tell them apart. He kept calling them by each other’s names and we were all yelling at him in unison by the end of the night. It was HOB-ISS-TOBB-ISS-TERR-OBB-BOB-ICC-COBB-AL!

Oh, and when we got to our seats, Bicho got the seat that was all duct-taped up and he fell flat to the ground! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Poor Bichobobicho. Oh well! I guess you could say he’s initiated now!

BUT……………………………….

That’s not the news. Tell me what you see, diary. TELL ME.

Made in future on iPad

One more thing….Kristine heard a rumor that Gaurav got hit right in the balls with a softball at tryouts yesterday. I guess that’s what he gets for making fun of my diary!

Well,

Ta-ta for now!

The story, names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this diary are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and experiences is intended or should be inferred. Kind of. The borrowing of likenesses belonging to writers across Medium including, but not limited to the following, is purely for fun: Preeti Ramachandran, Gaurav Jain, Sally Prag, Smillew Rahcuef, BichoDoMato, Kristine Laco, Kristen Stark, Susan McCorkindale, and @Sallysimaginarybrother

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Diary, 1984: March 18th

The mystery is solved and I’m not sure what I think about it!

About Me—KiKi Walter

How Do You Solve a Problem Like Kristina?

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