I just got back from the grocery store. I had to drop off some vacation film. It was actually the grocery store that I worked at. David was there, a guy two years older than me that I was very infatuated with while I still worked there. (Until I saw and talked to Sue, his mom.)

He kept asking me to ride my moped, and I eventually gave in, and he ended up crashing it and ripping up his arm pretty badly. I was pretty upset. He still has the scar from what I saw.

I told David’s mom that I liked him, and didn’t realize before hand that it was his mom. (We’re pretty close, her and I.) I remember one time, I went to work on my day off, claiming that I wanted air conditioning just to see him and hang out with him. He found out I liked him, and we had a fight. We didn’t talk again.

…Well, until about two months ago. When I went today, I felt someone looking at me. I turned around and saw him, staring at me. I turned around and kept writing. He kept staring. I don’t get it. The only thing I can think of, is that I’m not nearly as preppy as I used to be. (What a difference 7 months ccan make.) Today I’m dressed in my black plaid pants and a trashed black sweatshirt that says: Trojan Football. (Yes folks, my school mascot is the fightin’ Trojan. Roar.) He’s on the football team.

I still don’t get it though. Today, I look like shit, which I must admit is better than average. Why did he keep staring at me? Did he recognize me and was trying to recall who I was? That seems more logical.

I haven’t talked to anyone but Kendall since I got back yesterday from my vacation. I don’t think anyone really knows/cares, but right now, I’d like someone to talk to. Kendall called me, despite the fact that she was grounded and her parents were screaming at her. She’s a real friend. A real friend who would be next to me when I was dying in the hospital, no matter what she had to do to get there. I don’t think anyone else would do such a thing. (He might, but after all the shit we’ve gone through, it really makes me wonder…) She’s going to watch me in the play on opening night…and it’s her birthday. She has better things to do, and yet she wants to see me.

Thanks Kendall, you’ve done so much for me.