Friday 9/16

Well, now I’m thinking like my life is a horror story, which it ain’t. But I really hope the cool group stays together and that I can stop liking Dave.

Well, my second friday in the school year, and the cool group broke apart. Yes, Jordan dumped, or rather broke up with Nat at lunch, and Emily dumped, and I do mean dumped, Doug during the break between 7th and 8th period. I knew M was going to dump him, but I had no clue Jordan was going to dump Nat. I didn’t even find out about it till after school.

I really hope this doesn’t break

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the cool group apart. It’s scary though. I really think Dave likes Nat and now she’s free. Nothing can stop him. I don’t know why Jordan dumped Nat, though. I really want to know.

I danced with Dave in P.E. I don’t know if I still like him, but it kinda hurts to terminate the interest I haven’t liked someone for that long in so long. I mean, I’ve liked him all summer. But I don’t even know if I ever did. I also realize that there’s not much hope for even a friendship with him. We really don’t have anything in common.

But you know what’s ironic? How both couples were destroyed today. And with all the prank phone calls, I have to wonder if maybe the phone calls had some power over us and made M dump Doug and Joe dump Nat. Well, now I’m thinking like my life is a horror story, which it ain’t. But I really hope the cool group stays together and that I can stop liking DAve.

Depressedly yours,

Jennifer Heller

Depressedly Yours

Oh yeah. It says that.

Playing the tuba was cool!

You will not believe what’s been going on! Natalie walked in the door after school and recieved a phone call from Jordan, dumping her. Yeah right! Then later Em got a phone call from Joe P. who told her that Doug wanted to kiss her.

Well, M called me after Joe called her and told me as she was telling me, she realized that Joe P. sounded like Jeremy L. So we think we know who did it! I just can’t believe that he has such a non-existant life that he has to screw M’s, Doug’s, Nat & Jordan’s!

Playing the tuba was cool!

Love,

Jennifer Heller

Roommate From Hell Hates Me. A Lot.

I have this really fun text box at the bottom of the site where I ask you what the best part of your day has been so far. Normally it’s a hoot. The other day someone shared:

“My fresh peach and pineapple smoothie . . . made by me!”

Peach and pineapple! I need that recipe.

Normally, I get a lot of this:

“Finding your great website!”

Which is probably my mom or aunts visiting my website over and over, but each and every time it makes my day.

The other day, though, I got this:

“Seeing you still are a sad sack of crap.”

Now, that wasn’t a very nice thing to say, was it? I was kinda down in the dumps about it for a day or two. And, to be sure, when I remember someone took the time to make my day worse, I can be sad.

The thing is, that I am 99% sure it’s that Roommate From Hell that Will and I had last winter. See, he was never a very happy person, and it would make sense if he got his rocks off by cyber bullying me.

Is my cyber bully our old Roommate From Hell?

I know that he’s not the only person in this world to dislike me. But the tone and timber of the comment scream him. Most of the other people (that I know of) that don’t like me are more poetic and dainty in their language. Or so I’d like to think.

Regardless, of who it was — though I’m sure it was that old Roommate From Hell — I’m taking a page from one indigenous culture in my attitude towards this.

Important People Have Nemeses

I know very little about this particular indigenous culture. I know they are indigenous to North America and some part of California and that Heyday Books may or may not be covering their culture in an upcoming publication.

But the part that’s relevant here is that in this indigenous culture, everyone that’s anyone has a nemesis.

Imagine that! There goes the grocer grinding his teeth about his nemesis the postal worker. Oh poor Dennis the dentist will never get over how his nemesis Frank the obstetrician stole his woman back in 98. I love it.

Like a Quinceañera or a Bat Mitzvah, as you age, you earn a nemesis. I don’t know much about how or why that happens–maybe by speaking your mind in the face of adversity, blogging about horrible roommates or instigating bar fights–but it’s so important that everyone gets a nemesis that if you don’t have one, people don’t think you’re important.

“Oh there’s Mick. Did you hear, he doesn’t have a nemesis??! What a loser!!”

So, let it be known. I am important enough to have a nemesis!

And that nemesis is my old Roommate From Hell. But he’s not my nemesis. No, I’m saving that for someone far more important than he.

Though I do appreciate how good he is at providing fodder for this here blog. Thanks for that Roommate from Hell! And thanks to Albrecht Durer for the post photo, an engraving titled “Nemesis.” I guess nemeses were big back in the 16th century too.

What about you? Who is your nemesis?

If he’s buying her skittles, that could mean he’s just plain guilty or he really likes her.

Today before school, Doug asked Natalie if she knew why M dumped him. I was there. Nat and I were thouroughly confused and we questioned him. He said that last night, M called him & dumped him. I was hurt because Em hadn’t talked to me about it

Not to worry, folks. 8th grade me is on the case.

Well after advise. I talk to M and she denies doing it. It was really wierd. At lunch we asked everyone where they were at 4:30 yesterday afternoon which is when the call took place. Everyone denied it. After school M tells me about how Becki R.’s mom got a phone call from a person, a girl, who wanted to talk to Becki so they could get Doug’s #! Well, I had it all figured out. I figured it was Ana. It all fit. But then tonight, Em got a call from Joe P. who told her to call Doug. He claimed to be one of Doug’s friends. M called Doug and yep, that’s right, Doug doesn’t know any such person. Now I’m not so sure that Ana did it. I’m just confused. Who would want to mess with M’s life like that? At first I thought that someone liked Doug or M and wanted to break them up, but now, after the second phone call, I have no idea!

Nothing’s been happening in my life. Jordan and I are a lot better friends now. He’s a loner in P.E., and sometimes, I’ll go talk to him, or he’ll come talk to me. I’m not very good friends with Doug though. He’s kinda withdrawn. He doesn’t get hyper like us. We’ve all been eating together. Dave steals food from everyone. He stole Nat’s whole lunch, so he bought her some skittles. That scared me.

Taste that terrifying rainbow!

If he’s buying her skittles, that could mean he’s just plain guilty or he really likes her. Then there’s Katie. He’s always taking things out of her backpack and it makes me suspicious. I’m not even sure if I like Dave though. I’m positive he doesn’t like me. Dave & I basically ignore each other in P.E. We might as well be in different periods. I need to find someone to fall in <3 with. At lunch, I was sitting next to a guy who was cute. I have no idea who in the hell he was. In fact, I don’t know who in the hell any of the people who eat with us are. There’s just too many! I don’t like it. I wish it was just the six of us and a few more. But, since everyone has the same lunch, the group fills up to two tables. Mostly girls. It’s like 6 guys to 15-20 girls. Which isn’t good, since Dave flirts with every one of them. Oh well. I got my picture taken today, and tomorrow, I get to try out the tuba at lunch! That’ll be cool.

8th grade me putting her second year of French to good use.

Au revoir,

Jennifer Heller

(I hope you can read this)

The Diary Project

I decided not to call either of them although I really need to pour out my heart to someone. Who can you talk to when both of your best friends hurt you?!

Lunch is different. It’s wierd with everyone together. Dave, Doug & Jordan are eating with us. Jordan is in my Language Arts & P.E. classes.

Back to lunch. Natalie asked if she could talk to me, but I regret to say that I was a bad friend and didn’t. I thought she wanted to talk about Dave and I, when she wanted to talk about her and Jordan. Later I saw Em and her talking alone. I walked over to see what was going on. Em basically told me to butt out. I felt a surge of hurt and anger run through me. Emily told me that she would tell me everything she said later. I said that I didn’t want to hear it from her and pushed her, since that’s what we’ve been doing. I meant it to be a joking gesture but I guess when I’m hurt, I’m a lot stronger than normal. She said that it hurt, pushed me back angrily and told me to get lost.

Then, after school, she pretends nothing happened. I decided not to call either of them although I really need to pour out my heart to someone. Who can you talk to when both of your best friends hurt you?!

My art class is hell. Do you know what it’s like to be in a class where there are only six girls and you don’t know anyone really well? Or to be in a health class where your teacher treats you like a teachers pet wants you to TA for her? Well it’s hell. I also don’t know anyone in my health class but Mrs. Forbes had me work with Pat S. I was supposed to do the last 15 questions and he do the first 15. He had them finished. Mrs. Forbes had us work together after I had already done the first 10. I felt like an imbisol because I was only on 20 and he had the first 15 done. I barely know anyone in my P.E. class except for Emily C, Jordan and Dave. Michael S. is in it, but he doesn’t count. My love life is going nowhere and it doesn’t help having Michael S. rubbing it in every P.E. period.

I realize now that Dave has eyes only for Natalie and that if he ever looked beyond Natalie I probably wouldn’t even be considered a friend.

I really need to talk to someone. I’m ready to burst out crying any second. Erika never returned my call and both my best friends, well, I can’t talk to them about them. And I’m sick of Emily’s insults. OK, so they’re not meant to be insults, but they come out as insults. I really don’t mind the jokes but it’s just everyday things that she says. I swear, I wish I was somewhere else just floating on a wonderful lake without a care in the world.

Tearfully yours,

Jennifer Heller

(Jennifer Heller, soon to be in Guiness Book of World Records for getting the oldest in the world without a boyfriend)

I would have been in good company.

September 7, 1994

And I didn’t fall in love today (unfortunately!). Maybe tomorrow. (Yeah right)

I didn’t sleep much last night. I guess I made it out to be worse than it really was. The day wasn’t wonderful, but it went well. I think I can make this year a good one.

I’m not sure if I ever liked Dave. And I didn’t fall in love today (unfortunately!). Maybe tomorrow. (Yeah right)

It was really wierd going back to school

Bye,

Jennifer G. Heller

Predictions say that the world is ending today. I don’t think it’s going to happen. So this party was the End of Summer & End of The World Party.

The pool party was a lot of fun. That sounds corny. I meant that it was hella fun. Predictions say that the world is ending today. I don’t think it’s going to happen. So this party was the End of Summer & End of The World Party.

I don’t know if I like Dave anymore. I was looking at him in the beginning of the party, and I realized that the only feelings I have for him are ones of a good friend. But those feelings could have been because of the feelings around at the time. I don’t know. Well, I’ll see him tomorrow and very often until June 17 of 1995. I think I can figure out my feelings by then. (That was to be read with sarcasticness)

I can’t believe school starts TOMORROW! I just don’t believe it. Today was so great, I just want to repeat it over and over again. I know I can’t though.

I’m just praying that my eighth grade year is my best yet!

Now, I’m going to fill you in on the details of the party. (no sense) O.K., well, for starts, Natalie told us (Em+me) about a dream she had yesterday. She told us on the phone yesterday. I’ll cut to the chase. She (in her dream) overheard a girl ask Jordan if he had something stuck in his eye yet. Nat knew that when he said that, it meant that he and her would go down and make out. So, all afternoon, Em, Nat and I would ask the guys if they had something stuck in their eye yet. The guys just looked at us in bewilderment. It was hilarious.

Dave was pretty down the whole party so Em + I told him his feet stank a few times. Last night, I read a book that said that this girl asked her best friend if her feet stank whenever she (the friend) was down. It was so stupid yet it always made her smile. So Dave cracked a smile when we said it though he had no idea why we did.

Dave kept pushing me and everyone else in to the pool. Jordan or Doug would come to the rescue if their girlfriend was pushed in. It kinda made me a little jealous.

I think the reason Dave was kinda down was because he didn’t like seeing Nat + Jordan together. It’s just an assumption, though. I’m not going to dwell on it though.

I still can’t believe I have to go to school tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Luv always,

Jennifer G. Heller, 8th grader as of tomorrow.

(Jennifer G.H. Heller, prospective serial killer if nothing changes in her <3 life)

Howdy Dudey! Natalie’s pool party is tomorrow. Emily is over. DAVE IS IN MY P.E. CLASS!!! I know that there’s really nothing wrong with that. Hey, if he doesn’t know anyone in the class and neither do I, we could hang out together all year.

The magic eight ball said that Dave likse Natalie and that Natalie likes Dave. The magic eight ball also just informed me that I’ll go out with Dave. I hope so! Wait, it changed it’s mind. Oh well. I don’t believe it anyway.

Everyone is coming tomorrow. I’m glad.

But, after tomorrow, comes THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! I went to Target today and I got two hella cute vests! I really hope this year is the best yet.

All weekend I worked on rearranging my room. It is really clean and the new way the furniture is positioned is so cool. The floor is spotless, except 4 Emily who is taking up a lot of it. That was pointless, huh? Erika is back and we have 0, zero classes together. Oh well.

I finished my black + white swimsuit a few days ago, and I’m wearing it tomorrow.

Wish me luck 4 tomorrow,
Jennifer Heller

(Jennifer G.H. Heller, prospective serial killer if nothing changes in her <3 life)

Oh yes, she went there!