Megan McCafferty

February 21st, 1990

Tuesday, February 21st, 2006

Lack of words lately. Not much to say, or too much with no articulate means of expressing it. I’ll probably want to forget what I can’t remember anyway…

November 6th, 1990

Sunday, November 6th, 2005

Chaucerian Verse

She smiles blindly, speaking empty words
to the people who surround her in herds
Always encompassed, she’s never alone
they cling to her thoughts, they’re afraid of their own
They keep themselves a collective blank sheet
on which they transcribe her words to repeat

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August 5th, 1990

Friday, August 5th, 2005

I’m back in Bayville and I find myself wanting people to ask me if I’ll miss anyone from Mexico just so I can let go of the sadness, release it.

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July 29th, 1990

Friday, July 29th, 2005

I’m 17 years old with $100.00 in spending money. (That may not sound like a lot, but in Mexico it goes far.) I’m at a resort frequently visited by the Captain Steubing and the crew of The Love Boat. There’s no drinking age. I should be having the time of my life, right?

NO.

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July 13th, 1990

Wednesday, July 13th, 2005

I’ve been in Puebla now for almost three weeks, which means I’m almost half-way through the program. Beth and I moved out of El Hotel Colonial and into the house yesterday. Our host family seems very nice but I’ll miss the freedom of the hotel that I was just starting to take advantage of. I went to Mexico City last weekend with a group and had a disasterously good time. Got to know a lot about everyone playing I Never and Truth or Dare Spin the Bottle despite the fact that alcohol was low. Amaretto with anything is muy bueno.

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