Last night I was sitting on one of the beds in the hotel I was in with three
other chicks flipping through the channels on the TV when I saw Clinton
speaking. I stopped it on CNN Headline News as all three girls started
yelling at Clinton so I couldn’t hear where he was speaking. I wondered if
that was the Longview stop. Then they switched to a commercial, so I went on
to Dukes of Hazard. That was one of my favorite shows growing up. I never
knew that it was slamming white trash. It was just about my part of the
country. The South. I used to have a great southern accent. There’s
probably still a couple of tapes lying around with me talking as a kid. I
loved making tapes. I thought I was terribly funny.

Well, for the past 24 hours, I was part of a clique. It was great. The four
of us were obnoxious, loud, silly, and exclusive. And I loved it.

Cris Hyatt, Robyn, and this girl named Amber and I drove down to Gulf Shores
in Robyn’s car. Robyn had her CD player stolen a couple weeks ago, so we had
to listen to the radio. To give you an idea of what kind of music Robyn
likes, whenever a song came on that I liked, she’d turn the station. We
listened to mostly dance pop stuff. Lots of 80’s music, which is the music
i’m least familiar with. So as everyone else sang along with the words, I’d
dance with the upper half of my body. Cris, who is the master of
interpretive dance, did as well, and Amber, who just likes to have fun,
alternated between dancing in the front seat and laughing. Robyn kept her
hands on the steering wheel… most of the time. It was great, four girls
cutting up in a midsize, as everyone who passed us stared and laughed. When
YMCA came on, the whole car bounced down the mainstreet of Foley as we did
our best to form the letters without punching the roof of the car out.

We didn’t stop acting crazy when we got there. It rained almost the whole
time, but we went out on the beach anyway. I got my jeans legs wet (they’re
still damp) when we waded in the surf. The hotel was really nice. The
seminar part was fairly short (and ineffective, we decided), but that left
more time to sit away from everyone else and a make a lot of noise. Heck,
we’re seniors. We can do whatever the hell we please. For some reason we
started substituting Cris’ name for any obscenity we wanted to use. “Well,
Cris you!” All the new senators and representatives seemed to be freshmen,
and they didn’t have a clue what to do. And we seniors are supposed to be
examples. Ha! “Cris the system.”

At one point the speaker had us to divide into 8 groups of 4 and come up with
a definition of leadership, an expectation of the weekend, and something we
didn’t expect to achieve. My group used big words in their definitions.
Cris kept sneering over at me from her group saying, “Those are your words,
aren’t they?” For what we didn’t think we’d achieve, we put, “Get a tan.”

I went up and talked to the guest speaker a couple of times, even though he
kept slamming us, in a veiled manner, for being obnoxious. He was funny, in
a very dry way, and use lots of overheads. But I don’t think I learned
anything. Oh well. That part of the “three years of your life you’ll spend
in meetings called by someone other than yourself.” And I had fun at school
expense.

I love having a cat. He came up to see me as soon as I walked in the door.
And he’s wanted me to hold him ever since.

Everyone is gone except for Dad and Mamama. Dad is finally working on my
closet. Instead of having a hole there, it’s totally gone. I mean, you open
the sliding doors, and it goes straight into the attic. I’m not sure where I
should sleep. Maybe I should move into the dormer room.

My grandfather is going to lose his hair with this latest round of chemo.
He’s always had a full head of beautiful, white hair as long as i can
remember. He evidently wants me to take him out to get a good baseball cap.
Although I think he’d look cool in a fedora. I ought to get him one of
those cool baseball caps to wear backwards. Heck, yeah.

Hmm.. You know, I don’t really care about anything anymore. But for some
reason, you keep popping up.

I have an English paper due on Monday. I think I know what I’ll write about
too. I love it when I have an idea. I hate sitting at a blank screen with
nothing to say but having a deadline to say it in.

Oh, dad just invited Mark over to stay in the dormer room tonight. Guess
that means I won’t be in there.

Means I’ll probably be up late talking to him too.

Jonah