10.26.99

Pajamas were a success in casualness. Today Christine amazed me. We went to look for a costume in Niagara Falls. She criticized Bronwyn and our "forced" date on Saturday. I sort of convinced myself it was jealousy. But I worked it down to shock in care of a friend. I dreamed of Kerouac/Crossing the train tracks/And you with your hair back/Told me what life lacks/It was all so matter-of-fact. She said so many wonderful things that this pen will never know. Including "Geordie's my new best friend. Right Geordie?" My eyes answered while my heart yearned. Monica is now erased. I heard her telling Ramon about a guy and her from another school. I give up so easily. The bracelet, like infatuation, will fade. Prom Plan '99 has been aborted as quickly as it was decided. Our investigator, Jordan, is taking my debutant while Adam D. is escorting Frank's madame. I'm back to square 1 and sinking fast. Hannah? Christine? In dreams not dresses.