April 26, 9:45 P.M.
at the Woods' house babysitting.


 

     
I am in a CREATIVE SLUMP!

I'm watching Taj Mahal talk & sing on TV. I really like him. Here's a
list of things I don't like (and why):

sweaty, sticky, hot, especially dirty      uncomfortable
zitz                                       ugly
Ruth                                       mean, uncomfortable
Lolly                                      fake, snotty
Sarah                                      irritating
homework                                   boring
beats, pea soup, sweet pickles             bad taste
having family fights                       feel bad, inconvenient if
                                           privileges get taken away

(etc.) (I'm sick of this)

Bulletin: I am now missing the Latin dinner for Miss Rowley...too bad
so sad kerplunk it sunk.

I was looking at this book of Carl Sandburg's poetry & it makes me
think I'll never be able to write good poetry. Fugit it. I feel sorta
sick & un-lively & tired. Blaagh. What am I gonna do this weekend?
Suntan. HOMEWORK. Catch up in everything, work ahead man. Us poor
people have to work for scholarships. I'm gonna save $2000 maybe by
taking AP English & French_I an take college summer school & save a
whole year of college. I WANT A CAR! A Fiat. But IF (little
probability) I get a job, I can't do Outward Bound or anything.

Yuck...there's a rip in the screen door & moths & bugs are attacking.
Kevin was throwing worms & stuff at me today when we were working in
Mom's garden. I better look at seed packets & start the vegetable
garden soon. I'm getting tireder & tireder.

What is it that gets me going & stops me from going? I should notice
more what's going on as it happens so I can find out WHAT.