Just two more months until the summer would begin. That would mean I'd soon have completed two years of my 'higher education.' It had not been easy but I felt some pride at overcoming a number of challenges and difficult external siuations and still held a respectable grade average although this sceond year had not been what I expected of myself or wanted to see. Some major changes were starting to appear as possibilities or even necessities and once I made up my mind to go that or those ways, I really did take a turn for the better. Some 'adventures' went on while new ones appeared and I managed to stay on semi-amicable terms with the rest of the family as they changed their locale and edged back toward the old lifestyle. The Boss never quit trying to 'convince' me to join them, mostly to small avail.So here we go, forging on!
March 31, 1968
And why not write in passionate purple? ((I had a variety of Lindy pens (no longer found?) in many colors and had at times 'color coded' journal entries.) Another weekend gone. Saturday I studied a little, walked out on Steak House/Stake House hill and sunned myself on the rocky point. I typed a chapter of Cindy, wrote some letters and heard RFK speak. Today was a purple pony of another hue. Got up at 7:00 and did my marketing case, wrote Mary and took off, Felt rather "porely" in a Kentucky idiom--so did not go as far as I had planned but sat down in the holler (more KY) by the Babbitt Warehouse and numbered the passing trains. Was back by 12:30 qnd made myself a horrible dish of Porky Beans and Onion Soup! Never again!! I was filling in the number book when I had a phone call. Guess Dale was trying to catch me stepping out but I was at home! He came down for me and we had coffee and walked awhile and then got a room at the Monte Vista and watched TV, a western and the tale of Robin Hood in between other amusements. The guy is some lover, no kidding. But I really wasn't up to it today and felt sicker by the minute. We had dinner and I could hardly eat. He bought me back to the dorm where I pepto bismo and a shower and am now sprawled on my bed with the phonograph playing and trying to ignore the tiger fight going on in my midsection. (It was not normal cramps so not sure what to blame) I have not felt so sick since I was drunk and that did not hurt. I am not even setting my alarm and should I oversleep, I will just cut my morning classes. Guess sugar daddy is on his wayback to Phoenix now. Too bad I did not know him when he was getting $1100 a month--I could have usde some of that fun. His tumbles would have come higher than a cheap hambruger dinner. No, I really do not think like a whore! But I ieally do not love him though he sure does turn me on. I feel kind of raunchy about it . I don't think of Dusty or anyone while we are loving it up but only because I don't think period. Should be safe now as I am ''due' Friday or Saturday but if he comes up again as he says, I'm gooing to have to play it cool or get into some kind of trobule or another. Really ought to get on The Pill, I guess. Don't quite know what I've got myself into, I guess. Silly ole girl,.
April 5, 1968 Friday
Well, here it is Friday again after dinner. I have not written all week beasue I haave mostly been too buisy. The week has surely whizzed by. I am tired now, anyway,as if I'd really done a lot. Silly old girl. Tomorrow I am going downt to sell Chief to somebody, Kitty or someone else. I kind of resent the bus fare and taking the time but I 'll perhaps get some money from the deal. That would make me feel better. It is suppsoed to storm though, hardly enthusiastic about that!
Am wondering now if and when Dale will be up. Really I'd just as soon he didn't but... If he becomes a nuisance, I guess I can shed him. Can't decide whether to go see the play or the movie tonight. Tomorrow I will be back too late for either so I can only see one. The play is free; that is a point in it's favor. Guess I should go buy a little grub for the weekend but it is cold and windy and I hate to bestir myself. I am lazy, I guess.
April 6, 1968 Saturday
Saturday morning, a little too early to leave for the bus so I will write a little. Don't feel to bad for five hours of sleep. I went to the movie with Robin. "The Good, The Bad and The Ugly"--just what the title implied. It wasn't a pretty movie but it was mostly skillfully done exceopt for a few clumsy coincidences to keep the plot moving. Clint Eastwood as The Good was cool. The one that fascinated me was The Bad, though. He wasn't what you would call handsome but he was certainly interesting to look at! Then I read "Joy in the Morning" by Betty Smith and enjoyed it thoroughly. It was 1:30 before I turned out the light, I still woke up about 6:30.
I am not looking forward to this day but it's simply a duty and a job to do. I suppose it will work out okay. The weather is in progress of getting nasty. It may be real ugly by the time I get back tonight.. Got my Monday's Mktg and Acct assignments done. Maybe tomorrow I can rough out my progress report and see what is wrong with my damned program. Still have three chapters of Cindy to complgte.Maybe I can do quite a bit of that tomorrow too, Well, guess I'd best get up and get with it. That movie was something. No sex but plenty of violence and realistic blood and gore. And realistic language. It was a protest and symbolic of man's natural behavior in the absence of law and control.
No photos so lifted a couple. I did enjoy that three-movie series and had a semi-crush on Clint Eastwood for years and a bit on Lee Van Cleef too. But I recently read where Eli Wallach (The Ugly) was a really good guy and faithful to his wife for a very long marraige and did good things for the Latino people as well. Don't judge by handsome since the inner ugly can be hiden well. Not that the other two guys were "bad", just not really fine. folks
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