March 18, 1983
2:10 A.M.
Yes, I’m still up. I just finished a letter to Elaine and I spoke to my mother about coming home early and she was a bitch and I hate her. Now I absolutely refuse to miss her. She makes me sick with her noncompassion. I wish I knew what the deal is between me and her. We went to a St. Patrick’s Day party at somebody’s beautiful apartment and it was pleasant. I had green beer which is something I’ve always wanted to try. I have sun poisoning and didn’t go out in the sun today and I don’t know if I will tomorrow either because I plan to spend everyday out in the sun next week. I just don’t understand why I’m not naturally dark and I really think I’m ugly. Tomorrow I want to write a letter to Woody because I’m upset with my mother.
10:00 P.M.
I’m taking care of myself pretty much. It’s not like the last time when I was so lonely. I changed my flight for my mother’s sake so I’ll be leaving on Sunday the 27th. I think tomorrow I will do laundry – doesn’t that sound exciting?! I want to go to the beach but I’, still burnt. I’m halfway done with a Sylvia Plath biography and I have some definite feelings about this artist that I’m learning about. I really want to study her to see if I like her or not. I can’t wait to finish the book. I’m getting some of my own insights into myself by reading about her. I want to read either Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence of Portrait of the Artist…by Joyce or Heart of Darkness by Conrad. We’ll see. I wish I had brought Sylvia Plath’s journals and poems with me. When I get home I want to really get to work on my studies and creative endeavors. I like keeping a journal while I’m here is P.R. I’ve hardly written in a long time and there is still more I want to say about my life. I thought I would continue writing in here everyday when I returned home last September but I didn’t and maybe I will this time.
Yes, I’m still up. I just finished a letter to Elaine and I spoke to my mother about coming home early and she was a bitch and I hate her. Now I absolutely refuse to miss her. She makes me sick with her noncompassion. I wish I knew what the deal is between me and her. We went to a St. Patrick’s Day party at somebody’s beautiful apartment and it was pleasant. I had green beer which is something I’ve always wanted to try. I have sun poisoning and didn’t go out in the sun today and I don’t know if I will tomorrow either because I plan to spend everyday out in the sun next week. I just don’t understand why I’m not naturally dark and I really think I’m ugly. Tomorrow I want to write a letter to Woody because I’m upset with my mother.
10:00 P.M.
I’m taking care of myself pretty much. It’s not like the last time when I was so lonely. I changed my flight for my mother’s sake so I’ll be leaving on Sunday the 27th. I think tomorrow I will do laundry – doesn’t that sound exciting?! I want to go to the beach but I’, still burnt. I’m halfway done with a Sylvia Plath biography and I have some definite feelings about this artist that I’m learning about. I really want to study her to see if I like her or not. I can’t wait to finish the book. I’m getting some of my own insights into myself by reading about her. I want to read either Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence of Portrait of the Artist…by Joyce or Heart of Darkness by Conrad. We’ll see. I wish I had brought Sylvia Plath’s journals and poems with me. When I get home I want to really get to work on my studies and creative endeavors. I like keeping a journal while I’m here is P.R. I’ve hardly written in a long time and there is still more I want to say about my life. I thought I would continue writing in here everyday when I returned home last September but I didn’t and maybe I will this time.
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