Sunday
Happy birthday, Tim! I'm a jerk!
Tim and Greg and I became friends in fifth grade. Greg and I were in LAFEP, a French exchange program at one of Barrington's elementary schools, and Tim was one of Greg's close friends from his school. The three of use became inseparable through middle school, after which Greg moved to Wisconsin. Tim remained one of my closest friends, and my best friend our freshman year. But as we got older, our paths began to diverge. He started screwing with his class schedule until it got to the point where he had to go to a different school to finish, while I got more serious about it. His passion for cars deepened when we turned 16, while mine mellowed. And Tim's tendency to be a spaz around kids his age yet a perfect gentleman around adults was frustrating. I loved the guy like a brother, but he could be so annoying that some people just wouldn't with him. I had more patience with him than most, but he reached the end of it with me the night of his birthday party. Greg and I were ready to leave him at the bowling alley after all the crap he was doing there.
I don't see much of Tim anymore, at least partly because he lives in Galena. But he did grow up eventually, and is now an awesome father to two boys, an entrepreneur and a cool guy in general.
Monday
Pete's friend (and I suppose mine) Pat's birthday, and he wrote a typically odd little note about it. Which my brother finished for him, so I guess they made up.
Secret writing:
Suzanne and I fucked around again. Uh-oh.
Uh-oh because we were trying not to do that, I think. Pretty sure we'd agreed that it was better to just be friends at that point. Maybe not.
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