<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197</id><updated>2011-09-01T09:20:57.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary, it is 1983!!</title><subtitle type='html'>An actual diary from 1983.  The story of a gay teen who does not know he is a gay teen.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111509802116751236</id><published>2005-05-03T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:28:00.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday May 3, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This experiment has now come to an end.  I have posted for four straight months and got a lot of great feedback.  I do hope to do something with all of this someday, but for now, the blog is officially over.  You may wonder what ever happens with me and Grant.  Well, the truth is nothing.  I went on through high school admiring him from afar and still trying to find a girlfriend.  It was not until 1987 that I finally realized that I was gay.  Now that is an interesting journal entry.  I must find it.  Thank you so much for reading.  I hope you are all okay with  the abrupt ending, but since the diary was in fact real life, there is never really an ending that anyone would want to read about.  It is just life.  And life just keeps on going.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111509802116751236?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111509802116751236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111509802116751236' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111509802116751236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111509802116751236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/05/tuesday-may-3-2005.html' title='Tuesday May 3, 2005'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111449095664737553</id><published>2005-04-30T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T03:09:10.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 30, 1983</title><content type='html'>Now I will explain my dull day:  woke up, watched cartoons, rearranged my bedroom, took a bath, went to the mall to perform for Cinco de Mayo, went to the BMX track with my brothers, came home, took my brother Chad to a movie, went bowling, went to the mall, picked up my brother, came home, watched tv, went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111449095664737553?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111449095664737553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111449095664737553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449095664737553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449095664737553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-april-30-1983.html' title='Saturday April 30, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111449080132426531</id><published>2005-04-29T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:56:54.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 29, 1983</title><content type='html'>Well another dull day at school.  They seem to come in pairs.  I said something really dumb in English class today and Grant was there.  Oh well.  It was so dumb I don't even want to write it down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111449080132426531?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111449080132426531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111449080132426531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449080132426531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449080132426531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-29-1983.html' title='Friday April 29, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111449070770405742</id><published>2005-04-28T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T02:14:03.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 28, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant or Dana were not at school today.  Not together though.  A lot of the people in the band were gone too for a contest so it was a rather dull day at school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111449070770405742?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111449070770405742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111449070770405742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449070770405742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449070770405742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-april-28-1983.html' title='Thursday April 28, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111449062354679158</id><published>2005-04-27T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T01:04:28.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 27, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana and I ate lunch together while Grant sat at the next table with his head down and looking depressed-alone.  Mitch and I still are not talking much.  Who cares?  Not me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111449062354679158?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111449062354679158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111449062354679158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449062354679158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449062354679158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday-april-27-1983.html' title='Wednesday April 27, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111449054072498477</id><published>2005-04-26T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:42:20.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 26, 1983</title><content type='html'>Great day!!  I made student council.  (Grant didn't.  I'm surprised).  Dana told me that thye are not dating anymore.  Today at cheerleading practice, Grant nearly broke his neck when he was doing a back handspring.  I saw him just laying there and I got scared!  I'm gonna call him and make sure he's okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111449054072498477?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111449054072498477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111449054072498477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449054072498477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111449054072498477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-april-26-1983.html' title='Tuesday April 26, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111434178169894336</id><published>2005-04-25T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:49:26.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 25, 1983</title><content type='html'>Well I have been lifting weights and doing push ups pretty regularly for a while and it shows.  I feel if I keep it up all summer, by next year I will look pretty good.  Dana and I didn't say much today.  Grant told me hi.  Tomorrow I find out if I was elected to student council.  Grant too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111434178169894336?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111434178169894336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111434178169894336' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111434178169894336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111434178169894336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-april-25-1983.html' title='Monday April 25, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111431829643414254</id><published>2005-04-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:51:36.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 24, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today in Sunday school we talked about temptation from drugs, alcohol and sex.  Then the teacher said something about Schroeder Hall.  What a coincidence.  I started laughing right there!  I wanted to tell Grant but I didn't see him.  He wasn't at church all day.  I smiled at Anna but she just looked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111431829643414254?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111431829643414254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111431829643414254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111431829643414254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111431829643414254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-april-24-1983.html' title='Sunday April 24, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111431812750781251</id><published>2005-04-23T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:48:47.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 23, 1983</title><content type='html'>I went to Patty's party and I did not drink.  I couldn't afford it.  It was at a club and it was expensive.  It was about 95% Mexican people and everyone was speaking Spanish.  I felt out of place.  I left early and only danced one song.  I wanted to go to Schroeder Hall to dance but it was too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111431812750781251?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111431812750781251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111431812750781251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111431812750781251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111431812750781251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-april-23-1983.html' title='Saturday April 23, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111417044350918457</id><published>2005-04-22T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T07:47:23.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 22, 1983</title><content type='html'>I asked Grant about temptations.  He said a lot of times when he is with a girl he wants to do something but he doesn't.  Afterwards, he feels good about it.  Tomorrow is Patty's graduation party and I am going.  Grant said if I did not think I could handle the temptation, then I shouldn't go.  I think I can.  I will try hard not to give in to temptation.  Grant really helped me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111417044350918457?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111417044350918457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111417044350918457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111417044350918457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111417044350918457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-22-1983.html' title='Friday April 22, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111406106877360492</id><published>2005-04-21T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:24:28.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 21, 1983</title><content type='html'>I found out that Stephanie has a boyfriend who lives in Houston.  I can't get any girl.  I am tired of being Mr. Innocent.  I found out that this other guy in drama sure isn't.  His name is Mike.  My gosh!  He has kissed and petted a lot of girls.  I want to do that but it isn't very Christian.  I talked to Grant a bit today.  Tomorrow I will ask him about wanting to kiss girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111406106877360492?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111406106877360492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111406106877360492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111406106877360492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111406106877360492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-april-21-1983.html' title='Thursday April 21, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327891889241919</id><published>2005-04-20T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:42:12.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 20, 1983</title><content type='html'>Wow what a day.  I think I am in love with Dana, Anna, Michelle and Stepanie (this girl in drama).  Is that possible?  Me and Anna talked.  She called me saying that she wants to talk so I try to talk and she won't answer me.  I never see Michelle.  Dana and I are "family".  Stephanie-well today I was going to go into the hallway behind the stage and try to kiss her.  And then right then, Kim called me from the classroom!!  Well forget that.  I wonder if it is Christian to kiss girls.  I hope so 'cause I sure want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327891889241919?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327891889241919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327891889241919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327891889241919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327891889241919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday-april-20-1983.html' title='Wednesday April 20, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327866397947840</id><published>2005-04-19T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:09:50.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 19, 1983</title><content type='html'>What a bad day.  When we were performing I got called a fag.  And then someone yelled out that I suck gross things.  I found out that Anna is going around with someone else now.  And this other girl that I used to like (Michelle who goes to the other high school and used to go to our church) I saw at the Key Club activity because it took place at her high school.  She got beautiful and she is going around with someone too.  Mitch told me today that he wants to be a preacher.  It is late and I am too sleepy to eat so I am starving.  I wish I would die in my sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327866397947840?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327866397947840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327866397947840' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327866397947840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327866397947840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-april-19-1983.html' title='Tuesday April 19, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327839984445673</id><published>2005-04-18T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:28:59.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 18, 1983</title><content type='html'>I called Dana tonight and we talked for about twenty minutes.  Tomorrow and Wednesday we will perform for school.  I am not going to church tomorrow night for the social.  I am going on a Key Club activity with Dana.  I guess her and I like each other like a brother and sister.  That's better than nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327839984445673?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327839984445673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327839984445673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327839984445673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327839984445673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-april-18-1983.html' title='Monday April 18, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327825112280389</id><published>2005-04-17T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:23:32.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 17, 1983</title><content type='html'>I did not go to church at all today.  Maybe everyone there will be worried about me.  Good!  I made it through my weekend alone.  My brother Coby got fifth place in his BMX race.  My other brother Chad got some Vans shoes.  Shoot!  I called Dana and talked to her for about two minutes.  I have been practicing cheerleading all day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327825112280389?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327825112280389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327825112280389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327825112280389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327825112280389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-april-17-1983.html' title='Sunday April 17, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327809766490159</id><published>2005-04-16T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:56:30.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 16, 1983</title><content type='html'>Mitch and I are back to normal.  My whole family is in Austin so I am home all alone.  It is so quiet.  I just sat around all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327809766490159?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327809766490159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327809766490159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327809766490159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327809766490159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-april-16-1983.html' title='Saturday April 16, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327803898140199</id><published>2005-04-15T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:24:23.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 15, 1983</title><content type='html'>I told Mitch that I don't want to talk anymore.  He called me walla go.  He tries to be so mature.  He makes me sick.  I wrote him a letter with all my problems in it and he told Dana about it and now she is supposed to talk to me about it.  Oh brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327803898140199?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327803898140199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327803898140199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327803898140199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327803898140199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-15-1983.html' title='Friday April 15, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327790415439103</id><published>2005-04-14T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:30:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 14, 1983</title><content type='html'>Mitch called and said "we need to talk".  We?  He did 95% of the talking.  I don't care if we are friends or not.  I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; don't.  Dana called me tonight.  &lt;b&gt;She&lt;/b&gt; called me!  Wow!  I ate lunch with her while Mitch ate with some other friends of ours.  I told them later that I am sick of Mitch and not them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327790415439103?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327790415439103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327790415439103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327790415439103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327790415439103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-april-14-1983.html' title='Thursday April 14, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327774459892317</id><published>2005-04-13T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:33:43.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 13, 1983</title><content type='html'>God?  I am so jealous of Grant and it depresses me.  Sometimes I wish you could make me die so I could forget about Grant, Dana, Anna-everyone!!  I sometimes hate life but I do have a lot of friends.  Thanks for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327774459892317?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327774459892317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327774459892317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327774459892317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327774459892317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday-april-13-1983.html' title='Wednesday April 13, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111327763097135717</id><published>2005-04-12T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T00:14:58.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 12, 1983</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; letter to Sally .  I told her about Grant, Anna and Dana and how I am so confused by all of them.  Me and Mitch are finally no longer friends I think.  I don't care.  He's a jerk, I am sure.  God?  I am so depressed.  Help me make it through this week.  Please let everything in my life work out.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shermanslave.com/dear_diary/drunk2.JPG" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111327763097135717?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111327763097135717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111327763097135717' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327763097135717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111327763097135717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-april-12-1983.html' title='Tuesday April 12, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111319549910607571</id><published>2005-04-11T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:56:48.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 11, 1983</title><content type='html'>Me and Grant never talk but I don't care!!  I just watched the Academy Awards.  Maybe &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; day &lt;b&gt;I'll&lt;/b&gt; win an Oscar.  Next week the drama department is doing a presentation of our speech tournamnet events.  I am doing three events with Dana.  Eat your heart out, Grant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111319549910607571?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111319549910607571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111319549910607571' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111319549910607571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111319549910607571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-april-11-1983.html' title='Monday April 11, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111309057041842524</id><published>2005-04-10T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T02:35:47.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 10, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant did not go to church today and I did not go to church tonight.  Deanne was supposed to pick me up but she could not find my house.  This was the girl who was supposedly going to ask me to the prom.  She never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111309057041842524?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111309057041842524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111309057041842524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111309057041842524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111309057041842524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-april-10-1983.html' title='Sunday April 10, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111302235302490049</id><published>2005-04-09T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:52:33.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 9, 1983</title><content type='html'>I cleaned bathrooms again today.  This time with Dana.  Then tonight I called her.  I guess you could say that I love her some.  I think we will only (but always) be friends.  Grant couldn't go today because he had some cheerleading thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111302235302490049?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111302235302490049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111302235302490049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111302235302490049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111302235302490049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-april-9-1983.html' title='Saturday April 9, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111285051338249282</id><published>2005-04-08T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:18:15.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 8, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today I was cleaning the bathroom walls for a Key Club activity and I found two things about Grant:  "Grant Mellman is gay" and "Grant Mellman sucks big dicks".  I cleaned them but I thought it was funny.  I wish Dana could have seen them.  Today when she saw Grant in the hallway, she ran into me to get to him.  Jealousy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111285051338249282?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111285051338249282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111285051338249282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111285051338249282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111285051338249282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-8-1983.html' title='Friday April 8, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111285032264369829</id><published>2005-04-07T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:05:22.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday April 7, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant wasn't at school today.  Dana won class treasurer.  That's good.  I am running for representative of the seniors of 1985.  Yah!  Lately, I have been going out to eat lunch with Felicia, Machon and Kim.  What a blast!!  I wish Anna would call.  I want to talk to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111285032264369829?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111285032264369829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111285032264369829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111285032264369829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111285032264369829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/thursday-april-7-1983.html' title='Thursday April 7, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111249458503748954</id><published>2005-04-06T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:37:23.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday April 6, 1983</title><content type='html'>Well Anna is going around with someone else.  Left me out in the cold.  What a b____!!  I'm sure.  Some nerve.  I thought I still loved her.  Never again!!!  Lord, help me find a girlfriend.  I am still jealous of Grant but he is friendly to me and vise-versa.  Today Mitch was really on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111249458503748954?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111249458503748954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111249458503748954' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249458503748954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249458503748954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday-april-6-1983.html' title='Wednesday April 6, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111259131735514227</id><published>2005-04-05T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:12:15.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday April 5, 1983</title><content type='html'>I just wrote a letter to Anna and asked if we are ever getting back together 'cause if we are, I don't want to wait.  I called Dana twice tonight to talk.  Grant got some great shoes.  They are ultra-neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111259131735514227?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111259131735514227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111259131735514227' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111259131735514227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111259131735514227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/tuesday-april-5-1983_05.html' title='Tuesday April 5, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111249427682158581</id><published>2005-04-04T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:09:04.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday April 4, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant wasn't at lunch today so Dana and I talked a lot.  She is running for class treasurer and she asked me to second her nomination.  &lt;b&gt;ME&lt;/b&gt; not Grant.  Tonight I went to a workshop to learn about the puppets that we will be using when we go to Wyoming on the mission trip.  It was neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111249427682158581?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111249427682158581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111249427682158581' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249427682158581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249427682158581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/monday-april-4-1983.html' title='Monday April 4, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111249405127187438</id><published>2005-04-03T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T00:13:12.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday April 3, 1983</title><content type='html'>All the relatives left today.  School starts back tomorrow after a week off so everything is normal again.  (Normal?).  It's Easter and we didn't even go to church.  I think of Anna a lot.  I guess I still like her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111249405127187438?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111249405127187438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111249405127187438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249405127187438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111249405127187438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/sunday-april-3-1983.html' title='Sunday April 3, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111241994304064237</id><published>2005-04-02T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:35:01.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday April 2, 1983</title><content type='html'>Aunt Shirley and Uncle Ronnie and Mammaw Lillian came to visit today from Houston.  Another dull day with no television.  we are not going to church tomorrow.  I don't really want to anyway.  I don't know why.  I start school again on Monday.  half yah and half boo.  I will get to see my friends again but then I will have to be busy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111241994304064237?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111241994304064237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111241994304064237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111241994304064237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111241994304064237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-april-2-1983.html' title='Saturday April 2, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111233537260450877</id><published>2005-04-01T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:02:52.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday April 1, 1983</title><content type='html'>It was really windy today and the television antenna wire fell!  The result?  No t.v.  It's so dull here!  It's 9:00 and I'm in bed already, ya know?  I wish I had a girlfriend.  I really do.  Someone to write to and to call.  Lord, can you help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111233537260450877?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111233537260450877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111233537260450877' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111233537260450877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111233537260450877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-april-1-1983.html' title='Friday April 1, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111223899304417396</id><published>2005-03-31T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T01:15:05.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 31, 1983</title><content type='html'>I just read back through a lot of this diary.  All the way from hating Grant to being jealous of him to being friends.  We have a Key Club meeting tomorrow.  I hope Grant is there.  He's the person I know the best in Key Club.  I have been tanning all day and I lifted weights.  You can see a difference.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;map NAME=cmap&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdwe.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdxh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keiy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keuy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kewz.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kqyq.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://khde.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kjdk.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxux.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxze.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area SHAPE=rect COORDS=1,2,100,20 HREF=http://kdnv.com/&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img usemap=#cmap border=0 src=http://ctr.kdnv.com/counter/index.php?u=darron&amp;s=ainv&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111223899304417396?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111223899304417396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111223899304417396' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111223899304417396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111223899304417396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-march-31-1983.html' title='Thursday March 31, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111189320468081511</id><published>2005-03-30T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T00:53:56.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 30, 1983</title><content type='html'>Church was cancelled because of an electricity outage.  We made it through all of the fellowship supper and then half of the Pioneers class.  Grant was real nice.  We talked about Dana.  And he got a car.  He might get his license on Friday.  Mitch got a car.  Sally is looking for one.  When will it be my turn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111189320468081511?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111189320468081511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111189320468081511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189320468081511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189320468081511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-march-30-1983.html' title='Wednesday March 30, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111189291008869938</id><published>2005-03-29T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:16:14.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 29, 1983</title><content type='html'>What a boring week.  Nothing to do.  Mitch came over in his new car.  I talked to Sally on the phone.  That's (yawn) it.  Ultra-dull.  Tomorrow is church so I will see other humans who are my age.  I'm actually ready for school to start.  At least then I'll have something to do.  I just did my homework and enjoyed it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111189291008869938?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111189291008869938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111189291008869938' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189291008869938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189291008869938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-march-29-1983.html' title='Tuesday March 29, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111189270683065197</id><published>2005-03-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:07:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 28, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana moved yesterday.  I saw her at school today.  We were there for meetings.  We have no school this week because it is spring break.   Without school, there isn't much to talk about.  It'll be like that all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111189270683065197?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111189270683065197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111189270683065197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189270683065197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189270683065197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-march-28-1983.html' title='Monday March 28, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111189260468070564</id><published>2005-03-26T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:15:26.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 27, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant didn't talk to me at all at church this morning and he wasn't at evening church.  Dana should be moving out here to the country ultra-soon.  I can't wait.  Mitch bought a car today.  He doesn't get his driver's license until August.  I get mine in August too.  There is a rumor going around at school that this girl Deanne is going to ask me to prom.  She is a junior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111189260468070564?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111189260468070564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111189260468070564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189260468070564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111189260468070564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-march-27-1983.html' title='Sunday March 27, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135540581779450</id><published>2005-03-26T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:35:59.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 26, 1983</title><content type='html'>Nice day!   I was in a good mood.  Mom bought me some Nike tennis shoes and a new shirt.   I will see Grant tomorrow at church.  My Nikes are identical to his.  Oh well, I like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135540581779450?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135540581779450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135540581779450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135540581779450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135540581779450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-march-26-1983.html' title='Saturday March 26, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135528572997337</id><published>2005-03-25T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:47:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 25, 1983</title><content type='html'>School wasn't bad today.  I was in a good mood.  I got nominated for sophomore standout.  That is when the whole class nominates people who are the most popular and then the three guys and the three girls with the most votes win.  Grant got nominated too.  Today I couldn't find my watch and I got worried, but I said "let God take care of it."  I remembered where it was!  Tomorrow I get to sleep late.  Oh!  Wow!  A free week-end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135528572997337?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135528572997337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135528572997337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135528572997337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135528572997337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-march-25-1983.html' title='Friday March 25, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135509709048576</id><published>2005-03-24T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:57:14.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 24, 1983</title><content type='html'>We did our U.I.L. play today.  We did good but we didn't win.  One of our cast made all-star cast.  So now I have no more plays or rehearsal.  More free time.  Maybe now I can start lifting weights.  Oh, I am tired.  I dread school tomorrow, I really do.  It has been great the last two days just being at the U.I.L. compettion and just performing all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135509709048576?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135509709048576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135509709048576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135509709048576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135509709048576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-march-24-1983.html' title='Thursday March 24, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135489433121789</id><published>2005-03-23T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:31:12.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 23, 1983</title><content type='html'>Ever since me and Grant have become friends I have been in such a good mood.  We talked today like two real friends.  We both still like Dana but I am gonna let God take care of all my problems from now on.  And I am trying to stop cussing but it's already becoming a habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135489433121789?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135489433121789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135489433121789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135489433121789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135489433121789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-march-23-1983.html' title='Wednesday March 23, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135458018203188</id><published>2005-03-22T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:35:45.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 22, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today I gave a letter to Grant that said that I was jealous of him but now I want to be "good Christian friends".  I am sure we will be.  Did not talk to Dana hardly at all.  I had a great day.  I still feel close to God and I am having a daily quite time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135458018203188?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135458018203188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135458018203188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135458018203188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135458018203188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-march-22-1983.html' title='Tuesday March 22, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111135444652995482</id><published>2005-03-21T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:07:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 21, 1983</title><content type='html'>At the Key Club meeting Grant was &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; friendly.  We talked a lot.  It's great being friends.  What a load off my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111135444652995482?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111135444652995482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111135444652995482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135444652995482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111135444652995482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-march-21-1983.html' title='Monday March 21, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111132689424784098</id><published>2005-03-20T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T18:20:49.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 20, 1983</title><content type='html'>Me and Grant are friends.  We hugged at the Baptist encampment and and then later that night at choir practice back at church we all had a crying session and he reached back and patted my knee.  He asked me what's wrong and I said "problems".  Me and Anna hugged and cried together.  The cheerleadrer that Grant was hanging out with accepted Christ into her heart tonight too.  This week I learned  "we must take the first step".  When that was said Grant and I looked at each other and started being nice to each other.  An answer to prayer!  Thank you.&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shermanslave.com/dear_diary/drunk.JPG" &gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111132689424784098?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111132689424784098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111132689424784098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111132689424784098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111132689424784098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-march-20-1983.html' title='Sunday March 20, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111120807893400188</id><published>2005-03-19T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T23:54:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 19, 1983</title><content type='html'>What a full day.  Just being at the camp and playing games and going to devotional.  Grant was pretty nice to me today.  He uses hair spray.  Oh wow!  Grant has been pretty close with that gal.  The cheerleader from the other high school.  She is going around with someone from our high school.  Anna was not able to come to the retreat because she is being grounded from getting a "19" on that English test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111120807893400188?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111120807893400188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111120807893400188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111120807893400188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111120807893400188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-march-19-1983.html' title='Saturday March 19, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111112412152938216</id><published>2005-03-18T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:41:16.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 18, 1983</title><content type='html'>I am in Alto Frio at a Baptist Encampment on our church retreat.  Grant is hanging out with some cheerleader from the other high school.  As soon as I see 'em holding hands I am telling Dana.  This place is ultra-grody.  All boys in one big room.   And the bathroom is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.altofrio.com/"&gt;This is the website to the actual Baptist Camp and it looks the exact same way as it did 22 years ago!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111112412152938216?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111112412152938216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111112412152938216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111112412152938216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111112412152938216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-march-18-1983.html' title='Friday March 18, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111094791683215386</id><published>2005-03-17T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T01:35:04.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 17, 1983</title><content type='html'>I just watched "Happy Days" on tv.  Jenny Picolo was jealous of Joanie's new friend.  I can relate to Jenny.  I wanted to cry.  I want Grant to be my friend so bad but he is so rude to me.  I want a best friend.  Mitch is not.  He get's on my nerves.  He's trying to be nice but I am acting like Grant does to me-barely enough talking to get by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111094791683215386?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111094791683215386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111094791683215386' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111094791683215386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111094791683215386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-march-17-1983.html' title='Thursday March 17, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111085290347362572</id><published>2005-03-16T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:35:26.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 16, 1983</title><content type='html'>Mitch and I still are not talking.  He is, I'm not.  Dana wrote me a letter today and told me that she had a fight with Grant and they are not talking either.  Good.  I did not go to church tonight.  I hope that Mitch told tham that I was not able to be there because I was at U.I.L one-act play rehearsal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111085290347362572?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111085290347362572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111085290347362572' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111085290347362572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111085290347362572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-march-16-1983.html' title='Wednesday March 16, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111085282423573225</id><published>2005-03-15T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:02:59.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 15, 1983</title><content type='html'>A nothing day.  Me and Mitch did not speak all day and I did not go to devotional this morning before school.  A very dull day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111085282423573225?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111085282423573225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111085282423573225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111085282423573225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111085282423573225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-march-15-1983.html' title='Tuesday March 15, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111068244260858545</id><published>2005-03-14T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:57:58.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 14, 1983</title><content type='html'>Walla go I bought a great Ocean Pacific shirt and some baggie pants.  That'll show up Grant.  Mitch got mad at me today because I was laughing at Grant.  He had a hole in his shirt under his arm.  Mr. Big Shot himself.  Ha! Ha!  I am fixing to write a rude letter to Mitch to tell him that he is getting on my nerves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111068244260858545?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111068244260858545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111068244260858545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068244260858545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068244260858545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-march-14-1983.html' title='Monday March 14, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111068224697898642</id><published>2005-03-13T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:55:13.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 13, 1983</title><content type='html'>I am still sore but getting better.  At church we talked about our trip to Wyoming.  We will have a bath schedule and get only one shower every other day for ten minutes-gross!  Grant didn't talk to me today and neither did Anna.  A rather normal hum-drum day today.  I hope Grant is nice to me tomorrow.  I'm gonna be nice to him.  See ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111068224697898642?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111068224697898642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111068224697898642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068224697898642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068224697898642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-march-13-1983.html' title='Sunday March 13, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111068201935427851</id><published>2005-03-12T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:46:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 12, 1983</title><content type='html'>Help!  I am ultra-sore today from the jump-a-thon yesterday.  Very busy day here at home and I did some work at school also.  Did not talk to Dana, Mitch, Grant or Anna all day.  Did not even think of them.  Good day.  Nice and enjoyable.  Robbie (the other male cheerleader) was at school today and he is really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111068201935427851?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111068201935427851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111068201935427851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068201935427851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111068201935427851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-march-12-1983.html' title='Saturday March 12, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111051538993022066</id><published>2005-03-11T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:29:49.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 11, 1983</title><content type='html'>No school today; it was a teacher's in-service day.  We did have the jump-a-thon and I am sore!! It is to raise money for the heart association.  Dana was on my team and Grant was on another.  He kept coming towards her to talk to her but I would always beat him.  I hugged her in front of him when she won a door prize.  Eat your heart out, Grant.  He didn't go to church fellowship tonight and neither did Anna.  He went to Dana's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111051538993022066?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111051538993022066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111051538993022066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111051538993022066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111051538993022066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-march-11-1983.html' title='Friday March 11, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111022745978596366</id><published>2005-03-10T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:55:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 10, 1983</title><content type='html'>Anna called me about ten times today and hung up.  Once she said, "Darron, why don't you go fuck yourself?"  We had it out.  I have never really argued with a girl before.  Her mother made her break up with me because I "look like the kind of guy that might pull something".  I am innocent!  She broke up with me so why is she mad?  We were yelling and cussing.  She said I act like a jack ass.  We must have had 20 different phone calls.  She sounds like she still likes me.  I like her too but I also like Dana.  Lord?  Please help me!  I need it bad.  Help Grant and me to be friends and for everything to work out.  Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111022745978596366?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111022745978596366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111022745978596366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022745978596366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022745978596366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-march-10-1983.html' title='Thursday March 10, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111022709116694597</id><published>2005-03-09T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T02:02:17.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 9, 1983</title><content type='html'>I don't think Anna and I will ever get together again.  We are both kinda mad at each other.  Grant was his normal self today-snobby.  I didn't talk to Dana much either.  I am depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111022709116694597?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111022709116694597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111022709116694597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022709116694597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022709116694597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-march-9-1983.html' title='Wednesday March 9, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111022698902533429</id><published>2005-03-08T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:43:50.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 8, 1983</title><content type='html'>I feel so depressed.  It's sad to know that Dana and I will never have a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship.  I wish God would just let me die tonight so I would have no more problems.  Why would Dana like me?  I am skinny, ugly, have a big nose and big ears.  Besides, she has GRANT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111022698902533429?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111022698902533429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111022698902533429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022698902533429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111022698902533429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-march-8-1983.html' title='Tuesday March 8, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111012795724640287</id><published>2005-03-07T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T16:27:02.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday March 7, 1983</title><content type='html'>Guess who is moving out here to the country in Mission Valley just four miles from me!  Dana!  I can't wait till Grant finds out that she'll be close to me.  He'll have a fit.  I said bye to him today and he said "bye Darron".  He's getting friendly.  He or Mitch never congratulated us on our win in Katy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111012795724640287?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111012795724640287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111012795724640287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111012795724640287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111012795724640287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-march-7-1983.html' title='Monday March 7, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-111012776565997691</id><published>2005-03-06T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T11:49:25.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday March 6, 1983</title><content type='html'>At church, Grant didn't say anything about the Katy speech tournament.  Jealous of "Dana and Darron"?  I keep asking Dana why Grant is so rude to me but she won't give me an answer.  Anna called me twice today and hung up.  When I saw her at church, she told me it wasn't her but she told Mitch that it was.  Maybe she still likes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-111012776565997691?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/111012776565997691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=111012776565997691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111012776565997691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/111012776565997691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/sunday-march-6-1983.html' title='Sunday March 6, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110999810729023792</id><published>2005-03-05T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:51:37.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday March 5, 1983</title><content type='html'>We left to Katy, Texas this morning at 5:30 AM.  This is for the biggest speech tournament of the year.  Results:  Fourth place in duet improvization with Dana and third place in solo acting.  Me and Dana were together constantly.  Glinda and I had a crying talk about me and Grant and Dana.  Me crying.  Glinda is a junior in drama and I used to have a crush on her.  She was my little brothers' babysitter a long time ago.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;map NAME=cmap&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdwe.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdxh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keiy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keuy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kewz.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kqyq.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://khde.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kjdk.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxux.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxze.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area SHAPE=rect COORDS=1,2,100,20 HREF=http://kdnv.com/&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img usemap=#cmap border=0 src=http://ctr.kdnv.com/counter/index.php?u=darron&amp;s=ainv&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110999810729023792?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110999810729023792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110999810729023792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110999810729023792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110999810729023792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-march-5-1983.html' title='Saturday March 5, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110981935388434461</id><published>2005-03-05T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T01:35:48.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday March 5, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant was looking at me funny today.  I smiled at him but he didn't notice.  I know that he hates our speech tournaments because me and Dana are together too much.  Dana was nice today.  Everyday.  I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110981935388434461?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110981935388434461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110981935388434461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110981935388434461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110981935388434461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/friday-march-5-1983.html' title='Friday March 5, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110981851866514920</id><published>2005-03-04T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T01:28:40.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday March 4, 1983</title><content type='html'>I wanted to get drunk today.  I told Dana and she got rather mad.  She didn't say so but I could tell.  I have her figured out.  Grant was his normal rude, selfish, uncaring self today-not one word to me all day.  Cheerleading is really going to his head.  Soon he won't be able to wear a hat!  Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110981851866514920?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110981851866514920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110981851866514920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110981851866514920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110981851866514920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/thursday-march-4-1983.html' title='Thursday March 4, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110974015121190505</id><published>2005-03-02T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:09:11.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday March 2, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana wrote back and said that she loves my letters.  Grant was extremely nice to everyone at church except me.  He cut his hair punk again.  Dana told me she has been depressed.  I don't think they are getting along.  That's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110974015121190505?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110974015121190505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110974015121190505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110974015121190505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110974015121190505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/wednesday-march-2-1983.html' title='Wednesday March 2, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896156135337500</id><published>2005-03-01T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:41:48.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday March 1, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana is really mad at something.  She hasn't been writing back to my letters and she doesn't even bring them up.  Today Grant and Dana were walking together and I needed to talk to her.  Grant looked at me and saw me staring at them.  He wore an Oxford shirt and an Ocean Pacific shirt today.  How tacky!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896156135337500?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896156135337500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896156135337500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896156135337500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896156135337500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuesday-march-1-1983.html' title='Tuesday March 1, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896141144165629</id><published>2005-02-28T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:56:57.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 28, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant didn't say a word to me all day.  Dana seemed rather mad too.  And I got into a fight with Mitch.  I called him a lot of bad names.  He gets me so mad.  He acts so dumb!!  Guess who I stiil like:  Dana.  No duh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896141144165629?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896141144165629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896141144165629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896141144165629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896141144165629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-february-28-1983.html' title='Monday February 28, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896129259677187</id><published>2005-02-27T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:01:25.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 27, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant didn't go to morning church, Sunday school or choir.  At the evening service he didn't talk at all.  Anna said hi but I answered coldly and sadly.  I acted sad all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896129259677187?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896129259677187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896129259677187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896129259677187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896129259677187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-february-27-1983.html' title='Sunday February 27, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896118569227156</id><published>2005-02-26T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:02:36.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 26, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana and I got fourth in duet acting.  Brag!  I had a wonderful time in Calhoun with this girl in drama named Carmen.  We were just being silly and acting crazy.  We were feeding seagulls in the parking lot and then she went to apply for a job at a Dairy Queen and they asked her to start work tomorrow.  She doesn't even live in that town!  I can't wait for the big Katy tournament at the end of the year, ya know?  I learned that Dana can be kinda dirty minded and she is not as perfect as I thought.  At church tomorrow, Grant better be nice to me.  Also Anna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896118569227156?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896118569227156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896118569227156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896118569227156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896118569227156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-february-26-1983.html' title='Saturday February 26, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896087791564029</id><published>2005-02-25T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:02:06.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 25, 1983</title><content type='html'>Calhoun tournament for today: semi-finals in group interpretation with Dana, Michelle and Kim.  Quarter-finals in duet acting with Dana.  Finals in record mime with Dana.  We perform tomorrow.  It was a ditto of Januray 15th.  "Grant's everywhere".  I get so mad when I do that.  I am lonely right now and want a girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896087791564029?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896087791564029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896087791564029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896087791564029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896087791564029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-february-25-1983.html' title='Friday February 25, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110896061969070429</id><published>2005-02-24T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:01:21.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 24, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana said we'll be friends forever.  Her and Grant are not getting along.  I saw them arguing today.  I am kinda glad.  I guess I still like Dana.  Tomorrow is the big two-day speech tournament.  I can't wait.  I hope we do good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110896061969070429?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110896061969070429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110896061969070429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896061969070429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110896061969070429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-february-24-1983.html' title='Thursday February 24, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110890123530656709</id><published>2005-02-23T07:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:00:34.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 23, 1983</title><content type='html'>Anna broke up with me.  Her parents made her.  I have been crying like a sisssy.  Mitch told me she was crying too at church.  I guess I loved her more than I thought I did.  I just wrote a &lt;b&gt;very very&lt;/b&gt; serious letter to Dana.  I explained Grant and her and my jealousy.  I hope the letter is okay.  I asked her to promise me that she would be my friend forever.  I need the security.  Am I sad because I lost Anna or because I lost a girlfriend?  Both I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110890123530656709?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110890123530656709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110890123530656709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890123530656709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890123530656709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-february-23-1983.html' title='Wednesday February 23, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110890100250300674</id><published>2005-02-23T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:00:09.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 23, 1983</title><content type='html'>Oops, I forgot to write today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110890100250300674?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110890100250300674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110890100250300674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890100250300674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890100250300674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-february-23-1983.html' title='Tuesday February 23, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110890090018177530</id><published>2005-02-21T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:59:23.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 21, 1983</title><content type='html'>Anna got grounded for two weeks because she got a 19 on an English test.  As of now, she can't go on the spring retreat to Alto Frio OR the Wyoming trip.  I pray that her parents change their minds.  Our one-act play rehearsal was a zod-is affair.  Ms. T. was all flicted for some unknown reason.  Maybe because she is pregnant.  She got mad because I was three minutes late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110890090018177530?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110890090018177530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110890090018177530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890090018177530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110890090018177530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-february-21-1983.html' title='Monday February 21, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844655037972086</id><published>2005-02-20T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:48:52.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 20, 1983</title><content type='html'>At church Anna seemed mad at me.  She said she wasn't, she "was tired".  Grant didn't go to church this evening and Mitch didn't go all day.  I had a Key Club (yawn) meeting.  It was supposed to be formal wear but I wore jeans and a t-shirt.  I had to change into my wrinkled church clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844655037972086?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844655037972086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844655037972086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844655037972086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844655037972086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-february-20-1983.html' title='Sunday February 20, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844640940201694</id><published>2005-02-19T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:21:48.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 19, 1983</title><content type='html'>Anna and I did not go to the movie, but she called me a lot.  I found out that Grant is not going to Wyoming for our church choir's mission trip.  We are going to an indian reservation to help teach Sunday school and we will sing our Stir Into Flame concert at churches on the way up there.  I am disappointed that he is not going.  That trip was going to bring us closer together.  I guess that means that on the spring retreat to Alto Frio we will have to work even harder.  Me, Mitch, Grant and Scott will room together.  Now Mitch likes Millie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844640940201694?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844640940201694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844640940201694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844640940201694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844640940201694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-february-19-1983.html' title='Saturday February 19, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844614403013421</id><published>2005-02-18T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:05:08.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 18, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana went on a convention so Grant was alone all day.  Awww!  I got the part of Marvin the postman in the one-act play for U.I.L. competition.  Oh well!  Not the part I wanted.  I really &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Anna!!  I even told her and she said it too!  I miss her so much since we go to different schools.  I will see her on Sunday.  Maybe tomorrow if we can go to the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844614403013421?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844614403013421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844614403013421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844614403013421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844614403013421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-february-18-1983.html' title='Friday February 18, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844593969923327</id><published>2005-02-17T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:25:08.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 17, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant made cheerleader and he was Mr. Non-chalant about it.  I love Anna.  It's great having a girlfriend.  We talked on the phone for about an hour.  She's helping me to save my money.  Practically a budget.  That's good.  I told Dana that I was going around with Anna (I told everyone) but she didn't say anything about it.  Hmmmm!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844593969923327?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844593969923327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844593969923327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844593969923327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844593969923327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-february-17-1983.html' title='Thursday February 17, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844577093369145</id><published>2005-02-16T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:22:47.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 16, 1983</title><content type='html'>Me and Anna are going around!!!!  I asked her at church tonight.  I've finally got a girlfriend!  Anna + Darron.  Yah!  I think everyone at church already knows.  That's good.  AJ + DC!  Grant was fair today today.  He and Dana got into a fight at lunch.  Awww!  He was mad all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844577093369145?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844577093369145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844577093369145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844577093369145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844577093369145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-february-16-1983.html' title='Wednesday February 16, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110844557268491515</id><published>2005-02-15T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:32:52.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 15, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant did really good at the cheerleader try-outs.  I am sure he will make it.  I am jealous.  I talked to him some today.  Kim asked Dana and Dana told Kim that she is "seeing" Grant.  Jealousy!  I still like Dana but do I like Anna?  I told Kim that I have a girlfriend, talking about Anna and Dana overheard.  She is probably glad I won't bother her anymore.  Dana and I stayed after school today to prcatice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110844557268491515?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110844557268491515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110844557268491515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844557268491515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110844557268491515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-february-15-1983.html' title='Tuesday February 15, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110800388854043836</id><published>2005-02-14T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T00:15:33.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 14, 1983</title><content type='html'>He was okay today.  Dana and I stayed after school today to practice.  He came into the drama room after we were done.  He started talking to her and her leg was in his lap.  Jealousy!  I think Anna likes me and vice-versa.  I may ask her on Wednesday to go around with me.  Lord, should I?  Cheerleader try-outs are tomorrow.  I don't want to watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110800388854043836?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110800388854043836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110800388854043836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800388854043836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800388854043836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-february-14-1983.html' title='Monday February 14, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110800352821745038</id><published>2005-02-13T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:10:21.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 13, 1983</title><content type='html'>Our church youth choir went to Kennedy today to perform our "Stir Into Flame" concert.  Kennedy is a nearby town and we sang at the church's morning service.  Success!  Grant was nice today.  At the Family Activity Center at church he was helping me do some cheers and stuff.  He said I was pretty good.  I don't "love" Millie anymore.  Anna now.  She goes to our church and is in the choir.  She is younger than me.  Mitch asked me if her and I were going together.  We probably looked like we are.  We were together a lot today.  And Grant was &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; nice.  We were talking and laughing &lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt;.  Wow!!!  We will see how he is tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110800352821745038?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110800352821745038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110800352821745038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800352821745038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800352821745038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-february-13-1983.html' title='Sunday February 13, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110800312341003407</id><published>2005-02-12T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:42:04.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 12, 1983</title><content type='html'>What a day.  Patty's punk party was a blast.  I didn't drink even though I wanted to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110800312341003407?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110800312341003407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110800312341003407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800312341003407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800312341003407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-february-12-1983.html' title='Saturday February 12, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110800305976849216</id><published>2005-02-11T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T23:58:14.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 11, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant made it past screenings so now he has to go to try-outs.  It is a popular vote.  A lot of people have mixed feelings for him so I don't know if he will make it.  Tomorrow is Patty's punk party.  I have a great costume.  I will wear an extension cord for a belt!  Two days until Valentine's and another year I don't have a girlfriend.  Maybe next Valentine's.  Let's hope.  I have so much love to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110800305976849216?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110800305976849216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110800305976849216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800305976849216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800305976849216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-february-11-1983.html' title='Friday February 11, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110800281432728985</id><published>2005-02-10T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:41:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 10, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today Grant had screenings for cheerleading.  Those are like the pre-try-outs.  I saw him practice and he is pretty good!  Even the present cheerleaders were impressed.  He will make it!  I am jealous!!!  After school, me and Dana were practicing while he and the cheerleaders watched.  Grant left for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110800281432728985?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110800281432728985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110800281432728985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800281432728985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110800281432728985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-january-10-1983.html' title='Thursday January 10, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728359980839361</id><published>2005-02-09T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:13:04.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 9, 1983</title><content type='html'>Well today I "acted" awful.  Like I was mad at Mitch.  I was actually mad at Grant (for no reason) and taking it out on Mitch.  At church, Grant said he was too tired and he left.  When I was walking near Grant, Mitch and Millie I heard my name.  I'm positive!  I am so lonely.  I want a girlfriend for Valentine's Day.  BAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728359980839361?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728359980839361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728359980839361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728359980839361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728359980839361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-february-9-1983.html' title='Wednesday February 9, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728314793008174</id><published>2005-02-08T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:17:38.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 8, 1983</title><content type='html'>I didn't talk to Grant today.  Mr. Beusing (Januray 25) called me to his office today to talk.  I told him everything except the names of people.  I told him how I am jealous of Grant and how I want a girlfriend.  I may go in tomorrow and talk some more.  It felt good to get it off my chest to someone other than Mitch.  We haven't been getting along great lately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728314793008174?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728314793008174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728314793008174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728314793008174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728314793008174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-february-8-1983.html' title='Tuesday February 8, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728286064631644</id><published>2005-02-07T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T23:50:40.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday February 7, 1983</title><content type='html'>I got into an argument with Mitch today.  He told me not to call Millie because I would get to talking about Grant and she doesn't want a boyfriend anyway.  My friend Felicia told me to call her anyway if I like her.  I got confused and pissed.  I don't know what to do.  Lord, help me decide please!  I think I love Millie.  Should I tell her?  Mitch told me he doesn't want me to get hurt again.  Again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728286064631644?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728286064631644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728286064631644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728286064631644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728286064631644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-february-7-1983.html' title='Monday February 7, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728248643155450</id><published>2005-02-06T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:34:20.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday February 6, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today at church I was baptized.  Wow!  It was at the morning service and I did it in front of the whole congregation.  I think I really like Millie.  I told Mitch to ask her if she has a boyfriend.  She doesn't!  Should I go for it?  She &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; Grant's sister.  That might be kinda weird.  I will put some serious thought into it.  He was at church today and I didn't say a word to him at all.  That was rude of me.  I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728248643155450?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728248643155450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728248643155450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728248643155450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728248643155450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/sunday-february-6-1983.html' title='Sunday February 6, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728228340607624</id><published>2005-02-05T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:23:01.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday February 5, 1983</title><content type='html'>I didn't do much today.  It was a boring day.  I talked to my friend Sally on the phone for an hour!  She is just someone that I have known for a long time.  I thought I liked her last year but we decided to be just friends.  I wonder if I will see Grant or Millie tomorrow at church.  I really think I like Millie.  I think she is very pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728228340607624?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728228340607624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728228340607624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728228340607624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728228340607624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/saturday-february-5-1983.html' title='Saturday February 5, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728198682650403</id><published>2005-02-04T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T01:48:24.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday February 4, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant is still sick.  He wasn't at church fellowship tonight and neither was Millie.  I was really looking forward to seeing her.  I do think I like her.  Hey, I can't have Dana so I may as well forget her, right?  I know that's cruel, but the world has been cruel to me and I think I deserve better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728198682650403?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728198682650403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728198682650403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728198682650403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728198682650403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday-february-4-1983.html' title='Friday February 4, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728185759213047</id><published>2005-02-03T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T00:30:16.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday February 3, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant is still sick.  Dana ate lunch all alone today so I sat with her for a little while.  She has looked so depressed lately and I don't know why.  I hope it's not because she misses Grant.  I bought a shirt today that looks just like one that he has.  I said "why not"!  You know?  I will wear it tomorrow to school and church.  I still don't know how I feel about Millie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728185759213047?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728185759213047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728185759213047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728185759213047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728185759213047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/thursday-february-3-1983.html' title='Thursday February 3, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110728166292620626</id><published>2005-02-02T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:15:06.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday February 2, 1983</title><content type='html'>Went to church tonight and I hardly even talked to Millie.  We started a new class at church called Pioneers.  I thought it was rather boring.  Mitch liked it.  He got a little mad because I didn't like it.   Plus I was saying stuff like "I am so worried about Grant" but saying it sacrcastically.  Scott was saying it too.  Scott is the other guy in our class who goes to the other high school.  He is really preppy and Grant tries to dress like him.  Mitch was kinda mad at me for that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110728166292620626?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110728166292620626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110728166292620626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728166292620626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110728166292620626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/wednesday-february-2-1983.html' title='Wednesday February 2, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110705966398121331</id><published>2005-02-01T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:31:59.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday February 1, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant is real sick.  He has what I had, but worse!  I pity him.  I was miserable when I had it.  Dana looked kinda sad today without him.  Today Miss Jackson, the biology teacher/basketball coach asked me how I was doing.  She was referring to that note that Mr. Beusing found last week.  I was surprised!  I just said I was fine.  I'm kinda anxious to see Millie at church tomorrow.  I wonder if I really do like her.  I told Mitch how I feel about her.  Grant will freak out for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110705966398121331?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110705966398121331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110705966398121331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705966398121331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705966398121331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/02/tuesday-february-1-1983.html' title='Tuesday February 1, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110705935168909378</id><published>2005-01-31T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:09:05.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 31, 1983</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty "okay day."  Grant wasn't too bad to me today.  Dana and I stayed after school to practice today.  I noticed when she eats lunch with Grant, they sure do eat and sit close to each other.  I wish I had a girlfriend.  I still think I kinda like Millie.  You know, Grant's sister!  Perfect!  So what.  If he likes Dana then I can like Millie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110705935168909378?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110705935168909378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110705935168909378' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705935168909378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705935168909378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-january-31-1983.html' title='Monday January 31, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110705906580152884</id><published>2005-01-30T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T23:24:25.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 30, 1983</title><content type='html'>Grant was sick today so he wasn't at church.  I am almost well.  Dana told Mitch to call her to tell her how I was feeling but then I told him that I would call her instead.  I didn't do it, so now she may be worried about me.  I kinda hope she is.  My hair isn't really "punk" but it is short-especially around my big ears.  You know, I thought I got skinnier because I have been sick, but I realized I am the same I ever was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110705906580152884?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110705906580152884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110705906580152884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705906580152884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110705906580152884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-january-30-1983.html' title='Sunday January 30, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654662499257366</id><published>2005-01-29T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:13:11.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 29, 1983</title><content type='html'>Got my hair cut "punk"!  I don't really want to go to church tomorrow for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Grant.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My hair.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don't feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654662499257366?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654662499257366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654662499257366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654662499257366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654662499257366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-january-29-1983.html' title='Saturday January 29, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654651872447252</id><published>2005-01-28T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:41:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday January 28, 1983</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school again.  Lately I have been praying to die and then today it was getting hard to breathe because I am sick.  I got scared so I guess I don't really want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654651872447252?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654651872447252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654651872447252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654651872447252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654651872447252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday-january-28-1983.html' title='Friday January 28, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654643917638198</id><published>2005-01-27T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T01:43:52.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday January 27, 1983</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school.  Slept all day with a 104 temperature.&lt;center&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;map NAME=cmap&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kduy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdwe.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kdxh.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keiy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://keuy.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kewz.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kqyq.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://khde.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kjdk.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxux.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxvx.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area HREF=http://kxze.com/3854/&gt;&lt;area SHAPE=rect COORDS=1,2,100,20 HREF=http://kdnv.com/&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img usemap=#cmap border=0 src=http://ctr.kdnv.com/counter/index.php?u=darron&amp;s=ainv&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654643917638198?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654643917638198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654643917638198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654643917638198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654643917638198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/thursday-january-27-1983.html' title='Thursday January 27, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654640077646493</id><published>2005-01-26T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T16:14:26.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday January 26, 1983</title><content type='html'>Today I got sick at school.  Mitch told Grant about that note and then he told Dana.  Grant was okay today though.  I don't feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654640077646493?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654640077646493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654640077646493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654640077646493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654640077646493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/wednesday-january-26-1983.html' title='Wednesday January 26, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654624547313354</id><published>2005-01-25T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:42:13.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday January 25, 1983</title><content type='html'>I didn't give Grant the letter!  Him and Dana are becoming closer and closer.  I was so pissed off and I wrote a note that said "I wish I was dead."  I threw it away but some how Mr. Beusing found it.  He is one of the school counselors.  He called me into his office and wanted me to "open up" but I didn't.  I will tomorrow.  All of this because of Grant Wayne Mellman!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654624547313354?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654624547313354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654624547313354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654624547313354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654624547313354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/tuesday-january-25-1983.html' title='Tuesday January 25, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110654597588312569</id><published>2005-01-24T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T00:52:55.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday January 24, 1983</title><content type='html'>Dana and I started practicing "Barefoot in the Park" for our new duet acting scene.  Tomorrow, The Victoria Advocate (our town newspaper) is going to take our picture for our results at the Goliad speech tournament.  It will be all of us who won trophies.  I am gonna be sure to get next to Dana.  Grant has been a snob all day-not that I have been Mr. Nice Guy.  I am fixing to write a long letter to him explaining how I feel.  That I just want to be his friend.  Who knows if I give it to him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110654597588312569?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110654597588312569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110654597588312569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654597588312569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110654597588312569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/monday-january-24-1983.html' title='Monday January 24, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110598879606064336</id><published>2005-01-23T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T00:33:04.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday January 23, 1983</title><content type='html'>I found out today that Grant's mother used to babysit me and me and Grant played together.  At church he asked me how we did at the tournament.  He had a grin on his face so he probably already knew.  I said, "we did okay.  We only got third."  He goes &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; third?  After that I walked off all mad.  In evening church I was so mad that I did not even sing in choir or go to the service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110598879606064336?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110598879606064336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110598879606064336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110598879606064336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110598879606064336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/sunday-january-23-1983.html' title='Sunday January 23, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9807197.post-110598860477514382</id><published>2005-01-22T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:35:28.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday January 22, 1983</title><content type='html'>Went to the Goliad speech tournament.  Third place in record pantomime with Dana and fourth place in group improvization with Dana, Kim and Cherie.  All day I kept thinking I was seeing Grant and I was depressed.  I brought up the dance once to Dana but she didn't say she went with Grant even though I know she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9807197-110598860477514382?l=diary1983.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/feeds/110598860477514382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9807197&amp;postID=110598860477514382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110598860477514382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9807197/posts/default/110598860477514382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diary1983.blogspot.com/2005/01/saturday-january-22-1983.html' title='Saturday January 22, 1983'/><author><name>Dear Diary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12199755593486177756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://www.shermanslave.com/pink.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
