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You know, I had a really huge ass journal entry here. But I somehow deleted almost more than 1/2 of it. So I’ll write it again tomrorrow. Maybe.

So, I was sitting here, a little bit bored, thinking of things to do other than play a computer game and I got the craziest idea – update my web pages! Jesus, I am so horrible. But at least I’m doing something somewhat productive… I still have makeup work to finish by Monday from way back when when Alan was here. Tisk tisk, Chrisy.

I’ve had a busy month. I just wish I was enjoying it more. Alan came down from the 3rd to the 12th, and that was great. I also started work during the time he was here, and it felt good to come home to him to bitch about it. I could go on and on about my work. About how they didn’t train me to do anything, and “fed me to the wolves,” so to speak. Alan got to meet all of my friends, or the majority of them, while he was down this time. I guess timing was right, or whatever.

I’m noticing something as I am writing this. My break away from the computer has actually made my typing better. Hell yes.

Anyway. The week after Alan left was “spirit week” at my school, which is where everyday has a theme for the day that students can dress up and participate in to celebrate the coming Friday and Saturday, which are the homecoming game and homecoming dance. Let’s see… Tuesday was Pajama day, which I missed because that was the day that Alan left. Wednesday was Wacky tacky day/opposite Gender day. I dressed up in a cute little tux (sp?), goatee and all. Thursday was millennium day, which each class in the school was assigned a decade. Juniors had the 70′s. I tried to participate in that, but no one even noticed. Friday was Orange and Blue day, our school colors, and I was… Ugh, I don’t think I can explain it. It involved a lot of face paint and pipe cleaners. Don’t believe me? Go check out my school’s website. You can see men in bras for free. clickie clickie.

Most of that week I was unaware of something very tragic that had been announced over the intercom at my school. Sunday, October 10th, one of my classmates, Lee Aylor, had been involved in a terrible car accident. From what I understood, he was driving down a road, in the dark, I think, and a deer was in the road. He swerved to avoid it, and in turn wrapped his car around a tree. It took them an hour alone to remove him from the car. I was told that he was in a coma, and he had a 50/50 chance, that he had broken his back and both of his legs. But when he gets better, he will have to learn to walk again. He will.

A week later, early Sunday morning on October 17th, Lee Aylor died.

I cried. I don’t know what exactly caused his death. Maybe his body just gave out. I didn’t know him very well, but I cried. I always remembered him as the boy I used to chace around in Kindergarten threatening I would kiss him. At the time when he died, there was a little rumor that me and my friend Sandy had crushes on him. It was just something we could laugh about. He probably thought that was true, unless someone told him.

His funeral was yesterday. He was leaving the funeral parlor around 1-ish, and the actual funeral would be taking place at 2 PM. and Sandy drove me and 3 other girls there. It was a closed coffin, the family’s choice, of course. I wish I could have seen his face just one last time. He was in a teal coffin, with white flowers layed on top. Sandy almost couldn’t stand being in the same room with him. I barley could either. I held out crying for a while, but everyone knows that doesn’t work.

We followed in the traditional line to where he would be burred. I honestly didn’t think that I could find the countryside beautiful anymore, because I see it every day. But it was breath taking. You could see the Blue Ridge mountains over sloping hills, with classic farms scattered everywhere. With the leaves just starting to turn, it could easily be the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It was more or less a family plot. I wonder how many times he had seen it before yesterday.

So many people where there. There were at least 50, not including his family. And so much crying. His grandmother came up to me and my friends and hugged us. Everyone was hugging each other, holding on to each other.

For some reason I feel so hurt. I barley knew him, but I’m on the verge of tears now. He was one of those people who you expected to be there forever, who could be successful, and go on and on forever. He was one of the people I wish I could have been friends with, but I was never really on terms to meet him. Lee was so intelligent — he was a A/B student, and was so close to archiving his A+ certification. So close. This is to tragic for me. I’m not writing anymore tonight.

Lee Aylor

November 27th 1982 – October 17th 1999