The First Day of Spring 2004
Age 17, New Orleans
Went through the Riverwalk with mom and Butt [my affectionate nickname for my sister]. Didn't buy anything but a slab of fudge between us all after watching their show. Mom and Butt have bought so much stuff. If I were in charge of the mula, I'd plan cool days of activity. Things that add to your mind are more beneficial than things that add to your wardrobe or thingamabobber collection, but they make them semi-happy so, I guess that's good... okay. I wish I could be nicer to them. Stupid thing to say because it seems it should be so easy. It's so hard to humour the small talk and make myself laugh at comments - COMMENTS that aren't even related to any sort of joke.
Helen Hunt's back in "As Good as it Gets". Woooo Helen.
Chris and I went to a public library on St. Charles Street. I yearned, standing at a window, to be pulled back into time, feel the hoop of my skirt, with the hum of suitors in the distance and my delightful secrets of "unladylike" behaviour. [...]
We played cards (Hand and Foot) again in the sun. Tried Krispey Kreme donuts of the States and now Langley. My feet hurt after the first hour of walking every day, like a worn-out leather man's would. Babe's a tired babe who misses her babe...
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