Issue 3 includes:

**intro 68**

here we are again. we made it all the way to zine #3. wowzers. since the last zine i have chopped my hair again and bleached it oh so white. jeff and i went to prom and it was lots of fun. i even made him dance. it was cool. um...i don't know. i'm not feeling creative enough to write an intro right now. i don't feel good. my tummy hurts.

anyway, this is the update on jeff and i. (you have to play the sally jessie rafael update music in yr head.) my band, shrinking violet, is doing really well and some producer guy is interested in us. woo hoo. we'll see what happens. melanie comes home in 2 weeks (she'll be here by the time you are all receiving these) so i'm happy about that. jeff and i are abouth getting prepared to go away to college. he's going to the University of California, Berkeley and i'm going to the University of California, Santa Cruz. i have to go to some orientation thing this summer and i am soooo not into it. i'm leaving at the end of september and jeff wonÕt be leaving until january.

right now i'm looking for a job and it sucks. nobody wants to hire me. i went to hot dog on a stick (you all probably thought i was kidding when i said i wanted to work there) and some weenie girl from my astronomy class was working there (um...i just reread this and realized that i wrote weenie girl and it's like hot dog on a stick. weenie= hot-dog. okay. so, it's not a very good pun.) i was so bummed cuz i wanna be on the other side of the counter dipping hot dogs into batter. shite. someone better hire me soon. grama mollie (cover model, Pollyanna #1) said she'd pay me if i drove like 25 miles into the valley everyday to do her laundry. hmmmm....i might have to take her up on that.

jeff is going to work for his dad this summer and maybe do somthing creative. he also might drive up to santa cruz with me when i move there in the fall. i'm excited cuz he can hook up my 'puter and we're gonna record "minneapolis" by that dog like a bazillion times onto one tape and listen to it the whole way there. itÕs only good cuz they were at the jabberjaw. i'm so prepared to go there now cuz i've been taking self-defense classes from pat benatar's old drummer. isn't that rad? oh yah, and we're also going to put "ladybug superfly" by slant 6 on a tape lotsa times, too cuz that song rocks.

as usual jeff is doing something else while i write the intro. actually, he's working diligently as heÕs trying to find pictures for the zine in my photo albums.

okay. i'm done. i'm tired and i smell from carrying band equipment earlier. poor jeff. i'm probably killing him. hey! did you recognize me as the centerfold girlie in #2 in the hot bathing suit? no, that was not jeff. it was me! his boobies are bigger anyway. he he he. just kidding. i'm being obnoxious.

okay, so my band played last night and I'm so on cloud nine cuz it was a rad show and all the grrrl scenesters were there. it was so much fun. we played with lucid nation, sarcastic bitch, and makeshift conspiracy. they are all great. I even sang a song that jeff wrote the lyrics to. it's called, "gonna kick you in the nards, dad." I hope he liked it.

this is a story about a boy (we'll call him X). . .

"X" was a sXe boy i met in my intro to psych class. he was a very nice boy. in fact, i had an eeny meeny crush on him. i kind of thought that he liked me, too, so i gave him my number and told him to call me some time. he gave me this weird look and made me feel real bad. we ended up going to santa monica and hanging out one night. it was the night from hell. he wanted me to drive so we could listen to tapes--his tapes--and then he bitched about my driving all night. he also didn't like where i parked cuz we had to walk through a well-lighted alley where lots of other splendid looking people were walking. he sated yelling at me. what a poop. our evening sucked. i wanted to leave his sorry ass in the middle of third street promenade. goddess, this guy sucked my mutated kidney to the max. he kept telling me how i was so rich because i live in thousand oaks, blah blah blah. it got really old really quick. he didn't know shite about me and he was making all these assumptions. he had me driving to hell and back so he could eat this and go here and do that. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! we were driving into the valley and you could see all the pretty lights of the city and he said, "destroy the machines." he's totally ruined it for me because that's all i think about every time i drive by there. what a wiener. so, i just wanted the night to be over. as soon as he stepped out of the car i sped outta sight. i still had to see him in class for about 5 more weeks after that. it was sort of weird. he continued to walk to to my car after class and she would even wait for me on test days. i just don't get it. if he liked me then why did he act like such a boob? so, i'm going to skip to a few weeks ago when we saw each other at school and he gave me his new pager number. um yah. like i really want it. then just a few days ago i was walking t my car and i see a note on the windshield. i knew it was from him seeing as it would make like the fourth note he's left on my car. he said that he wanted to hang out with me this summer and it was actually a real nice letter(even thought his handwriting was ineligible for the most part) until he said that he especially likes to get rides to shows. okaybye. he wants to hangout with me so i can drive his ass to avail shows. i don't think so. he continues to do stuff like this all the time. i have so many "X" stories you don't even know. i'm sick of talking about this boy. bye "X". -Eleanor




take me back to pollyanna!


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