Saturday
I went over the Suzanne's on this day, and she showed me her secret hangout, in the crawlspace above her garage. It was lit by Christmas lights and reminded me a lot of my own former secret lair in the crawlspace behind my closet. That space was lost when my parents remodeled the house and my room doubled in size, but it was an important retreat for me. As it was for Suzanne.
I took the opportunity to make out with Suz again -- and in the process her knee got bruised on one of the beams in the crawlspace. By this time, I was fully un-committed to my relationship with Nikki, and was just looking for a good opportunity to break up with her. Years of pent-up attraction between Suzanne and me began to leak out bit by bit, and we had a weird "friends with benefits"-ish relationship for awhile.
David was a close friend my freshman and sophomore year. During our junior year (I think) he and his family relocated to Singapore when his dad got a job there. He went to the same school as the kid who made headlines for getting caned. According to Dave the guy was a complete jerk and deserved the sentence.
Sunday
I became a major fan of Georgia O'Keefe in high school; her vibrant yet minimalist paintings really spoke to me. I wrote both the red and black entries here at the same time, with the color to separate them.
This was a rather magical night. Brandon and I had an amazing time walking around the lake by his house, aided by the full moon. When we got back, my constantly changing eye color had lightened considerably for some reason; if they'd been changing to help me see better, they should have gotten darker, to help absorb more light. Right?
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