January 9, 1984
A Flight of Fancy
Did my final speech for Speech class today. I think it went pretty good. Mike R______ said he thinks I got an A. Three other people also told me I did good!
This is the last week of the semester. Only three more days, and no more Trig!
Unfortunately the teachers are piling on the tests. I have five in the next three days. Yippee.
Tonight I helped Vic with his speech. He has a rather bizarre topic: genies. Or is the plural genii? Oh well, it's pretty funny. He's even going to dress up like a genie.
Did I mention that on Saturday night I went out and bought an album? Yes, I know, more wasted time I should have spent on homework. But the album is excellent! It's called The Crossing by Big Country. And it's great. Scottish New Wave.
I feel like writing something totally irrelevant.
The woman clutched the leather bullwhip to her breast -- her bare, tender, shapely breasts -- as her lips, crimson and full, mouthed silent words. Her eyes were half-closed, her breathing rapid, unsteady, and deep. The small gold pendant hanging from her soft, pink neck by a fine chain bore her name: Christina. She nodded slightly as she straddled the huge black horse. She could feel tremendous strength in its every quiver. Its back was bare, as were her legs.
It snorted.
She cried out in mock-timidity, shifted her thighs, and sighed.