I’ve always enjoyed writing. The poor man’s therapy session. It helps me to tap into my thoughts, reflect on the joys and the absurdities of life, and to shake a little bit of the madness that can build inside a creative mind if you don’t find a release.
Imagine my horror and delight when I discovered a notebook containing journal entries that I had written as part of an 8th grade English assignment. Eighth grade. Talk about a maddening time. I thought I would share a few entries. They’re not all that particularly enlightening, but maybe you’ll find them to be entertaining, nonetheless. I hope my 8th grade English teacher did as well, as she read through them and had to grade my horribly misspelled entries about robbing banks, ditching career day, shoplifting cigars, whores and sluts. Let the madness begin.
Hectic Teen-age Life
October 23, 1992
I’ll start my entry off with last night. After supper I had to go mowing. Let’s hope this is the last time. Then I cranked some music and relaxed for a moment from my hectic teen-age life. I had good intentions for doing my homework but the t.v. and music took over my soul. That’s why I am behind in my Algebra and entries. Oh well. It’s almost the weekend. Then I entertained my baby sister. I showed her Tim’s fish and bird. She loves animals. She’s a funny child and instead of me entertaining her, it seems the other way around. Then I watched t.v. and went to bed.
October 10, 1992
I am not exactly sure what I might do this weekend. I was thinking maybe rob a bank down in Maryland for a little extra cash. If I did that, I’d become a fugative and be on America’s Most Wanted, so I would flee the country. I’d rob one more bank before I left though. So now I’m highjacking a plane to France. This is a weekly event, so I’m getting good by now. I’m now in France, so I’d change my identity and find a place to stay for the weekend. I’d buy lots of gifts for everyone, especially myself and my family. Then with the leftover money I would get a plane back to the U.S. I would jump out on a parachute and hopefully land near my house. Either that or I will just watch t.v. all weekend. It’s a tough decision.
April 29, 1993
I would save the earth by gathering up all the heroes like Superman, Batman, Bugs Bunny and Mighty Mouse. I would put on a cape, to help them and go around the earth gathering the trash. I would send it to Uranus to store it there.
Ditching Career Day
March 11, 1993
Today we had a two hour delay, hooray. I am happy, but I am also sad, because our bowling fieldtrip was canceled again. I was going to bowl a perfect game today, too. Oh well. There is always tomorrow. Next week we have a career class at Seven Springs. Some of us guys are going to ditch the class and hit the arcade to play pool and video games. I’ll let you know how that goes.
March 19, 1993
One time I was embarrassed when I was a little kid and I stole some cigars. I was in a grocery store shopping with my mom when I was about five. Suddenly I got pretty far behind my mom and I stopped a second because I thought I saw some candy. For some odd reason I got the brilliant idea to stuff the box in my coat. My mom never knew at the time. When I got home I went to my bedroom and shut the door. I opened up the box and bit into the candy only to find out that the candy wasn’t candy afterall. I had mistaked the box of candy for some cigars. After that the store called my mom to let her know I had shoplifted. I was embarrassed when she caught me with the cigars that I had shoplifted and I started crying. I didn’t even get to keep my “candy” that I so much desired. Till this day I have never shoplifted again.
October 1, 1992
Another week of school is almost over. How time flies. I did my basic morning, pre-school routine. Then off to school I go. Today didn’t bother me because, it’s a Thursday, and Thursday means close to the weekend. I guess you kind of know by now what I think of school, but I’m beggining to think I might exaggerate a bit. Oh well. Anyway, I went to school (all fine and dandy), and went to my morning classes. It went swell. Now its time for M.D.I.S. I played Jason a game of chess. He deprived me of my goals, dreams, and pride to become the best player ever. In other words, he beat me. My afternoon classes went good. I went to the soccer game at Somerset. It was cold, but enjoyable at the same time. Lots of my friends were there. That then leads me to the future, your present (and mine, but till you read it, it will be your present, my past). Whatever.
The Voucher System (Clinton’s Education Plan)
November 10, 1992
I’d choose the vochure system and get the … heck out of this place. Thank the Lord. I’d go to Germany for a bit and visit this babe that I know. Then I’d move to maybe France. Then I could learn to ski. I guess you’d have to have some money to do this, so I’d better start saving my cash. Hopefully my parents will let me. This is the only good thing about Clinton. I can see it know. Me, skiing down the slopes, going to a cool school with lots of female genders. Sounds cool, but its a fantasy I guess.
November 6, 1992
This weekend will be a hectic Saturday, because I have to babysit my bratty cousin for my Aunt. He’s ten years old, but acts about three. He is hyper-active and I will have to babysit him all day long, until late at night. If you don’t see me Monday in school, you’ll know I’m in the mental hospital. On Sunday I will try and recover. I will go to church and when I get home, I will eat. Then I will watch the Steelers play the Bills. Then, if Tim doesn’t work to late, I will go out to Somerset, and raise cane. Other then that, I am not sure what will happen. Maybe my friend Michael Jordan will pay me a visit. If he’s lucky, I might help him practice his skills. He needs a few pointers.
Whore’s And Sluts
November 11, 1992
With all the problems of today, it’s hard to think of one single problem to address. I think a good start would be to get rid of all the A.I.D.S. and let people live a more cleaner life. People now-a days don’t care who their mate is, they’re just a bunch of whore’s and sluts. This is with both males + females. So I would wish the people would be more careful and care more about one another.
How To Increase School Spirit
February 25, 1993
It is hard to get the schools spirit up by just a simple pep ralley. I think a good way is to have a big bonfire with the band playing or different activities to do at night. Give everybody a lighter like in concerts or a candle and sing songs while holding up the lighters. Another way is to invite a star athlete or a famous band and have a concert. U2 would increase my school spirit majorily.
Recent Exciting Events
February 2, 1993
Alot has happened since last time I have written. For example, report cards came out. I received straight “A’s”. I have also grown three inches. Just kidding. Recently, I went to an overnight party at Jared’s house on Friday. Matt, Ryan, Jeff and Andy were there also. We played alot of pool and drank alot of soda and ate lots of food. Also, recently I got to smell and see Mrs. Keeley’s new Jeep. There have been many recent exciting events in my life.
Honesty Is The Best Policy
October 2, 1992
Through the years, I have told my share of lies. I have been told that I am a good lier and can always keep a straight face. I am not proud of this feat but its too irresitable. Lying has gotten me through a lot of problems, but I can say it has also gotten me in trouble. Like the one time mom, dad, and all the little kids were on vacation. Mike + Joe threw a big booze party. We cleaned the house beofre the parents came home of corse, but luckily there was no damage. It was an outdoor party on the deck and I learned honesty was the best policy, except I chose to lie. How can you tell on your big brothers when you should stick up for them, and how do you tell your parents when they were gone, you threw a big party with half naked chicks everywhere. It just so happened that a guy from my church flew over the roof and told my parents he saw a bunch of cars in our driveway. They found out, but fornately Mike and Joe were the only ones who got in trouble, but after that my parents never left the house alone while Mike and Joe were home. So I guess honesty isn’t so bad after all, just as long as I don’t get in too bad of trouble, then I’ll just stick to lying.
April 8, 1993
Easter is coming up soon, so I thought it would be an appropriate topic to write about. In our family, we dye eggs, have easter egg hunts, and other joyous events. It is fun to watch the kids find the easter eggs, which are hid around our front yard. The eggs are filled with candy and money. Sometimes, the kids get a little wild and slap the other kids if they find all the eggs. I love to decorate eggs and eat them. Easter is fun. Hoorah.
Commercials Are Useless
October 14, 1992
T.V commercials are sometimes annoying when you are watching a good show. Some commercials vary from commical to boring. Commercials are almost useless in every way. I’d rather gouge my eyes with a number two pencil then watch a commercial about some guy with athlete’s foot.
February 19, 1993
If I was in charge of creating spring brake for Somerset county, I would make it a week long. I would plan a vacation with some friends to go on a road trip. The first stop would be to Florida. Maybe hit Disney World. Next stop is California. Just enjoy a day or two at the beach. After that hot brake we would need to cool down, so Colorado sounds good. Next I would hit Los Vegas to see if it is all it is cracked up to be.
The Dark Side Of The Moon
October 9, 1992
Today I woke up and was my usual, tired self. I’m not a morning person. I got a shower and got dressed for school. I ate, then brushed my teeth. Then I preceeded off to school. Nothing special happened in my morning classes, except learning some new Spanish words and having a big History test on the ammendments. So now I’ll mentally take you to my M.D.I.S period. I played Ryan a game of chess. I’ll leave the results of the match to ponder in your head. Next is lunch. Very normal. Now I’ll take you to my afternoon classes. They were the same as my morning classes. No really big, important news. School is now over. I ate supper and went to church. It was O.K. Then I bought a new Pink Floyd tape called “The Dark Side of The Moon.” It is pretty cool and very rare, which is what I like. That leads us to now. I am finishing my journal entry, while listening to my Floyd tape, and chewing gum all at the same time. Oh, what talent. Thank you, God bless America, and goodnight to all.
The Meaning Of Christmas
December 18, 1992
As you know Christmas is nearing. Before you know it, it will be over. In our family, Christmas is very special. It is a time of grouping and togetherness, which is pretty fun. Giving and recieving is also a big part of our Christmas day. It’s very exciting seeing all the gifts piled high around the tree, hunting for your gifts. It is also sad thinking of all the people who don’t recieve any gifts. Sometimes people can get very greedy and selfish, and I’ll admit, I get that way sometimes too. Most people would rather recieve than give and I think that is wrong. This is the way our world lives now, in this century. Sometimes I’d just like to live in the 1800’s for a week. I’m sure they resemble the real Christmas meaning.
January 4, 1993
I suppose I am going to write about my vacation. First I got presents from Santa, because I was a good boy. Then I played with my presents. Next, I don’t remember what order. All I know is I went to Seven Springs a couple days with Joe and Jimmy to get babes. Then, before I knew it, it was New Years Even and now it’s January 4th.
January 7, 1993
Us teens don’t get much respect. Most adults view us as punks that go out and destruct everything in sight. Even the cops harass us teens and ruin all our fun. I don’t think we are that bad. Adults seem to forget when they were our age. I’m sure alot of them acted the same, or even worse then us. Maybe thats why they treat us the way the do, because they remember how they acted as a kid. Adults just don’t have the same views as us. Even when I walk in a store, you’ll see a couple employees follow you around to make sure your not stealing. It’s gross to be treated like that. We just live a normal life like them, only we like to not take life as serious and we like to have fun. For all I care, the adults can just bug off.
Cigar story is PRICELESS. And I don’t think you would survive a day in the 1800’s. The girls weren’t too hot and everyone was stinky AND you had to pee in a pot. Did I mention no photoshop?
Εξόριστε, φχαρστώ που εμπλουτίζεις την φτωχή κλασική μουσική μου παιδεία. Btw, μήπως διάβασες και τα καμένα σχόλια κάτω απ’ το βίντεο; (του στιλ: “There was a little bit at 1:49, and then again a few scenods later, that were annoyingly out of tune” – ελεος!)