The Unicorn Years: Part Two. After a couple of years of writing in dated diaries I became embarassed by the volume of empty pages when I didn't write so I took to writing entries in blank books instead. The gaps are still there, just less obvious. That's why the unicorn book lasted as long as it did. It stretches all the way into March of 1986 - the Spring semester of 11th grade - and it's still more than half empty. I never could resist starting a new blank book. There is a huge gap between September of '84 through September '85. The pages for the entire school year are actually ripped out. I have no idea when I did that, but I do remember Junior year being excruciating. Academically disasterous, freindships obliterated, loyalties tested, epic scale teen-girl drama. I'm pretty sure my best high school girl friend wrote a play about that year when she was old enough to parse it all. I know why those pages are gone. Someday maybe I'll vlog about it, but for now, let's just forge ahead. Now we're getting into the yucky part of being a teenager. Pain, rejection and parental disapproval. I really should have stopped listening to The Smiths so much. But how could I? They were speaking directly to me.
