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Can I have the key? – 17th July 2020

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Wake up at night and clench my jaw when I stretch – stupid. Brain jukebox – Volcano Suns – Medicine Cabinet. What a brain! Five days habit morning – losing a little weight – now steadily under 80 kg – happy with that.

Gratitude Journal

I am so happy and grateful for my long-running laptop. It keeps on chugging along.

To-do list

  • Awards game all the time – play it!
  • Turn the awards game into compliments
  • Smile, talk less, listen more

I did play the awards game and turned a couple into compliments (on Friday) but forgot after that – why don’t I remember? Will try again.

Went out with Amy on Friday night and whilst she and everyone else were drinking, I decided not to – knowing what I would feel like on Saturday. Everyone was having a good time but I was super tired and went to the car to rest and listen to music. Despite being uncomfortable in the car I was in a positive mood and turned it into ‘getting to listen to my music’ instead of ‘having to wait for Amy’.

Needless to say, I felt good on Saturday morning and Amy struggled through the day! I even managed to get up early on Sunday and do my 5-minute exercise routine which made me feel great for the rest of the day until about 6 pm when I got tired and went to bed (to read).

I also didn’t eat much this weekend and got back under 79kg again. I want to keep going and burn off the rest of this belly fat.

I spoke to Hayden over the weekend and he sounded much better than before. His speech was clear and his ideas had more clarity too. He said he hasn’t smoked pot for 30 days now. That’s great to hear. I’m so happy to hear him sound more positive at last.

Classes have been going well. The kids are working me out and they make me laugh. I’m not taking things too seriously now – just try to enjoy our time with each other in the class.

*The Week That Was – 27th February 1984

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Record of the week: Birthday Party – Bad Seed, Minutemen – Clocks, Black Flag – Machine
Record of the month: DOA – Bloodied But Unbowed

27th February 1984
Got up 7.00 after 6 hours sleep. Physics – Hayward was in a mood – we had a go at each other. Saw Liz holding on to (?) hand tightly. Maths – me and Mandy were talking about Wednesday’s party. Chesh, (?) and Nick had some dope, so I had some. Bought a stick off Chesh. Social Studies – pretty boring. H.E. found out more about (?). Got home. Rang Justin – told of the new group name – he liked it. Aischrolateria. Smoked the dope – and fuck all. Did some Maths. Saw an ace film. Bluebird and Dirtwater Fox or something. Goldie Hawn was in it – hmm. Found out Kathryn’s got a boyfriend. Did the stars say this would be a romantic month – we’ll see.

9th June 2023 – looking up this morning, it’s called The Duchess and Dirtwater Fox. Guessing I was liking it because Goldie Hawn was looking hot in it.

28th February 1984
R.E. did a bit of Maths. PSCE had a propaganda talk from an army cunt. Maths – talking to Murray about the system – he’s caught. Business Studies – did fuck all. Told Chesh I wasn’t gonna give him my money for the dope. Teach him a lesson. English – had a chat about power and video. P.E. Basketball was a laugh. Chesh had a joint nicked and looked very upset. FUCKIN’ HA HA. Chris was following the bus so everyone ignored him. Giving Kathryn a quid to see the Thompson Twins. Went to see Dandy to confirm if Kathryn hasn’t got a boyfriend – yet. God – I hate war.

29th February 1984
H.E. not too bad. Physics – ok, actually did some work. Chesh is not threatening me with violence. HA FUCKIN’ HA. R.E. – boring. English – not too bad. B.Studies – fuckin’ shit. Maths – shit. Getting on with all the girls so maybe it is my romantic month. Was expecting Jim to come round but the bastard didn’t turn up. Watching football instead, England – France 0-2 last I heard. Thinking about things. Julie reckons she’ll go down Poole with me one day.

1st March 1984
I hear Kathryn got off with Chris. Oh well. Cracking up at Martin all day. Art – not too bad. P.E. – ok. Social Studies – ok. B. Studies – boring. English – quite good. Spent my fuckin’ dinner money on sweets today – pissed off about that. Went on run round school with a fag. Had a laugh with a Tampax. Got my driving licence – just need tax, MOT and servicing. Rang Justin – we may have a practice Sunday 11th. Jim had to stay round last night cos he was giving Lorna some jip.

2nd March 1984
Assembly by Crud. Yawn. English – ok. Pissed off for some reason. H.E. – ok. Maths – shit. Didn’t do much at lunchtime. Bernice admitted to having it 23 times with Jim. Art – ok. Martin was hanging around me at break. B. Studies – DM – no homework – oh dear. Physics – bit of a laugh. Went down to the chip van on ‘ped – saw everyone. Beki’s going to get fucked by James Dean tomorrow night. Went to Muz’s – played The Gate and few other things. Came back. Didn’t see the cat at all – bit worried.

3rd March 1984
Cat came in happy – not even limping. Took moped to Wimborne for MOT. Went to Poole – bought Chunks and Bad Seed. Tara gave me the book. Saw Justin. Went on up to Pam’s. She seemed alright. Dusty came along – told me what he’s been up to. We had a chat about religion and good and evil. Walked back to Poole. Simon and Ratty. Ratty said he can’t practice on Sundays. Caught bus back. Met a nice girl – Nicky Miller (Midge) and had a chat. Rich got on in Wimborne – said Kris got sent off in football for scrapping. 2-2. Got home – disappointed with Chunks. Bad Seed’s good though.

4th March 1984
Got up 11.30. Didn’t do much. Had breakfast. Had dinner. Went to Murray’s – he’s gone fishing. Came back. Had a wank. Played some records. Had a bath. Started painting backdrop yesterday, did some more on it today. Going to Simon’s tomorrow to have a practice with him and Ratty. Went down to see Murray. Me and Graeme got chucked out cos his grandad died. What a wonderful world.

9th June 2023 – You can see from the picture that it’s no surprise that it took me more than an hour to decipher this. I was writing more words than ever before but nothing much of any substance but at least, thankfully, some reminders of events.