HSS, most of this journal entry is kinda dumb, but there's this one part that makes you sound like a real nutjob:
I did watch a relatively interesting movie called "She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not" with Claire Danes which was weird.. she read this poem in front of her class about how she was in love with this guy and he didn't love her back, but then he KNEW it was about him, and I started thinking about Jasper again...aaagh! He has all the symptoms of being in love with me but AAGH! I KNOW he doesn't have disease!
Wait.. seriously? Seriously, HSS? He doesn't "have the disease?" He has the symptoms, but not the DISEASE?? I know I'm being repetitive here, but I just don't understand. You're nuts. No, seriously. Jasper has a file saved IN THE SAME PLACE YOU DID, OMG! (By the way, OMG means "Oh My God." I don't know if that existed yet in 2001.)
Anyways, I don't know Jasper didn't punch you in the face some time.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
2/16/01 Friday 11:27 p.m.
Wait a second HSS.. almost 11:30 pm??? Go to bed! Anyways. What were you saying?
Today was pretty cool..before school I got a bunch of emails from people, yay, and--
Sorry to cut you off HSS, but you have no idea how many emails you will get in the future, and it will SO not be worth mentioning in your journal.
--1st hour we watched that movie again and Rusty only called me trumposa once, haha. 2nd hour was me and Kimmy screwing around.. 3rd hour, 4th hour, 5th hour was my main "excitement" was talking to Simon all hour. I asked him what kind of music he liked and apparently he LOVES the Smashing Pumpkins, which surprised me.
Wow, HSS, that is both exciting AND surprising!
I had him list his CDs and it was NIN, RHCP, etc. and I told him 'that was like me in 8th grade' and he said 'that was EVERYONE in 8th grade.' But I just kept STARING at him, I don't know why I've been so attracted to him since I danced with him, but his lips, his eyes, .. he's so cute. This is HORRIBLE.
Yeah, HSS, sorry, but it IS horrible. First of all, I don't remember you liking this guy at all, so this whole entry creeps me out, and secondly, he was like half your size, and also 3 years younger than you -- which is practically two decades in high school years! No wonder he thought you were so weird and didn't want to talk to you! NO WONDER!
I went to photography and talked to Amy, which was cool, and then I came back to school and printed out -- well, I didn't even mention that before school I went to save my file and it was odd b/c on the list of files, right at the top, was "Jasper Brown." And THEN my name was on it, and I didn't remember saving a file there, and it was BLANK! But yeah, I printed it out!
Waitwaitwait.. you printed out a blank file?? I don't understand. The only thing I understand about this is that because you went to save a file, and Jasper had also saved a file, this was also more proof that Jasper and you were meant to be together. Which is, just so you know, THE MOST INSANE THING EVER. So I can see why you felt it needed mentioning out of order in your journal.
Anyway, at about 7 I went out with K & P to K-mart & Taco Bell, but mostly just cruising, which other than the scary parts and pulling into strange driveways, was a lot of fun! But we saw the crazy bubble house, went up A's driveway.. actually I feel bad for creeping people out actually.
Yeah, and you're not a stalker. I get it.
But yeah, overall it was pretty fun, and hopefully tomorrow I'll get to go the hockey game!
Today was pretty cool..before school I got a bunch of emails from people, yay, and--
Sorry to cut you off HSS, but you have no idea how many emails you will get in the future, and it will SO not be worth mentioning in your journal.
--1st hour we watched that movie again and Rusty only called me trumposa once, haha. 2nd hour was me and Kimmy screwing around.. 3rd hour, 4th hour, 5th hour was my main "excitement" was talking to Simon all hour. I asked him what kind of music he liked and apparently he LOVES the Smashing Pumpkins, which surprised me.
Wow, HSS, that is both exciting AND surprising!
I had him list his CDs and it was NIN, RHCP, etc. and I told him 'that was like me in 8th grade' and he said 'that was EVERYONE in 8th grade.' But I just kept STARING at him, I don't know why I've been so attracted to him since I danced with him, but his lips, his eyes, .. he's so cute. This is HORRIBLE.
Yeah, HSS, sorry, but it IS horrible. First of all, I don't remember you liking this guy at all, so this whole entry creeps me out, and secondly, he was like half your size, and also 3 years younger than you -- which is practically two decades in high school years! No wonder he thought you were so weird and didn't want to talk to you! NO WONDER!
I went to photography and talked to Amy, which was cool, and then I came back to school and printed out -- well, I didn't even mention that before school I went to save my file and it was odd b/c on the list of files, right at the top, was "Jasper Brown." And THEN my name was on it, and I didn't remember saving a file there, and it was BLANK! But yeah, I printed it out!
Waitwaitwait.. you printed out a blank file?? I don't understand. The only thing I understand about this is that because you went to save a file, and Jasper had also saved a file, this was also more proof that Jasper and you were meant to be together. Which is, just so you know, THE MOST INSANE THING EVER. So I can see why you felt it needed mentioning out of order in your journal.
Anyway, at about 7 I went out with K & P to K-mart & Taco Bell, but mostly just cruising, which other than the scary parts and pulling into strange driveways, was a lot of fun! But we saw the crazy bubble house, went up A's driveway.. actually I feel bad for creeping people out actually.
Yeah, and you're not a stalker. I get it.
But yeah, overall it was pretty fun, and hopefully tomorrow I'll get to go the hockey game!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
6/3/98
11:11 am 39 Minutes to Kill. I'm hungry! I'm pretty sure I did well on the exams I took today. The math one, I was absolutely positive of all the answers, except eight.
Dear high school self,
I don't think you understand math. Anyways. What were you saying?
I DON'T WANNA DO MY BIOLOGY EXAM! It's the only one I'm really worried about. Stomach is growling! GRRRR.
JOB WORKS AT DAIRY QUEEN!!! The one by Hip Music Store.. hey, I bet Job goes to Hip Music Store! Guess where I'll be going a lot more often... What is up with Cat's new obsession with this Noel Gallagher instrumental shit?
Wait a second.. just a few months later you claim you are NOT a stalker! What's up with that?
NO GYM FOR A YEAR!! I think all I needed was a year off, you know? Where'd Brie go? There's gotta be some way to get it waivered. 32 Minutes to kill. I'm SOOO HUNGRY!!!! Urf-------------------------------------------------------------
After school I guess I'll be hanging out with Dale to get copies, then we'll watch Mary swim. DAH! Urf. Urf again! What's Joey playing? Oh, solitaire. Solitaire without the real cards SUCKS! NO MORE MATH! This year...
High school self, I am incredibly impressed with your mastery of the English language. Flabbergasted in fact!
6/4/98
8:58 am
I FEEL LIKE SHIT. Any other day I could go to the office, but no, this fucking EXAM day, URGH. Why'd it have to come to this this morning? Why'd I have four or five cream cheese bagels last night and for breakfast? I FEEL LIKE SHIT. Fred keeps blowing the eraser marks. Why doesn't he just wipe them off. I WANNA GO HOME!
So I can tell, high school self, that this is before your true Fred obsession, because generally when you were in the same room with him, you never would have wanted to go home.
--Me:I think I did okay. C+ Maybe. But these cramps are a BITCH & I feel like SHIT.
--T: I think I did decent too. True and False was cool. I knew the cell!
Wait a second, HSS, how are you feeling? Because I can't tell. You used caps lock in handwriting before everyone else realized it was yelling, you were so hard core.
3:59 pm. I'm waiting for the fact that school is out to think in. It feels more like we're out for spring break or something, not 3 months for summer break. It's weird.. last year I didn't get that feeling, but I had a reason--Cedar Point was the next Monday, and I had a pretty full week ahead of me, too. I DO have a full weekend ahead of me.. and Pearl Jam is only 25 DAYS away already..
Well, last day antics: First hour I felt like shit -- total shit.
Oh, thanks for clarifying! I wasn't sure how you felt! I couldn't tell!
Mr. Bananas says, "you look so nervous for the test -- it's not THAT hard!" (I ended up getting a B on it.) I wasn't nervous, I just felt terrible. I couldn't even enjoy my last class with Fred.
Oh, I was wrong. You're still totally predictable, high school self!
I went to the bathroom and felt a little bit better afterwards. When he was done with the quiz, I saw Fred out of the corner of my eye, and for a second I thought that he had my note out.
High school self, what is this note?? What is wrong with you? Seriously? I'm so glad you at least don't have a rough draft (or 20) of this lying around somewhere because for goodness sakes, the thought of this makes me want to throw up in my mouth.
I thought that he had my note out... it was actually a pile of papers, and he dumped it out in the trash bin. I was terrified that my note was in there, but thing was is that I put it between a book and a folder or something.
Whoa whoa! As you would say, high school self, stop the soul train, I'm getting off! How the heck did you sandwich this note in between Fred's book and folder? Was this in his backpack? Was this with some sort of long grippy contraption at his locker? I just don't understand. But frankly, high school self, I don't want to hear about it. So I'm better off not knowing.
Before 6th hour I started giving hugs (that I evoked, but still).
I think you mean invoked. I mean, unless you "produced or suggested through artistry and imagination a vivid impression of reality" in your friends so much that they felt the need to hug you. Or even "elicited or drew forth." (Thanks, www.dictionary.com !) Well, invoke isn't right either, but whatever. And obviously if you are the one giving the hugs then you would have been the one to initiate them. There, initiate. That's the word you should be using. Okay, I'm sorry, I keep giving you such a hard time, you're only 15 years old. What were you saying?
I gave them to Annabelle, Donna, Jill.. then I asked Dan for a hug and he gave me one, and it was weird .. either his arm was long or I'm skinny or something cause he touched my boob. Not like I minded.
I was glowing, bouncing off the walls. I told Cat that I REALLY wanted to hug Fred, and I just couldn't.. I said "DAMN!" because he was way at the end of the hall. I got to the end and he seemed to dissappear. I decided to check his locker to see if he was there, and he was and I started walking to him, but he was with Jebediah Pullenpuff of all people.. well, that's better than him being with a chick. Well, Fred put his backpack on and started walking. "FRED!"
High school self, why did you write this down? I hate it when you yell Fred's name. It's just embarrassing. Anyways...remember what I said before about not wanting to know? This is one of those things.
Fred turned. "How about a hug?" His face twists into these weird contortions and I was sure he'd say "What? No!" But he said "Sure." So I (eagerly, of course) put my arms around him.. he didn't even pat me back! Other people at least give me a tap.. it wasn't quite what I had hoped for. I know I'd really be mad at myself if I hadn't.. it's almost like I can't even remember how it felt.
Hey HSS,
I have a great idea! To punish Fred for that terrible hug, why don't you obsess about him for a few years? Hmm? Sound like a good idea? Seriously though, I wish you could just feel your future embarrassment -- you clearly had no capacity for embarassment at age 15 -- when you connect a few dots and realize that someone you work with is actually really great friends with Fred. In fact, you will cringe about the day that your co-worker realizes that you have this mutual "friend," and you will play it off like you didn't know him very well, but you'll still get this feeling in the bottom of your stomach-- Oh crap! Is he going to ask Fred about me? And you will remember how pitiful you were, and you will try to smile and act normal when your co-worker walks by you in the hall, but you'll still hang your head in a little bit of shame, wondering if he knows about what a nutjob you used to be, and you fear a little that he might think you still are.
Love, Future Self
Dear high school self,
I don't think you understand math. Anyways. What were you saying?
I DON'T WANNA DO MY BIOLOGY EXAM! It's the only one I'm really worried about. Stomach is growling! GRRRR.
JOB WORKS AT DAIRY QUEEN!!! The one by Hip Music Store.. hey, I bet Job goes to Hip Music Store! Guess where I'll be going a lot more often... What is up with Cat's new obsession with this Noel Gallagher instrumental shit?
Wait a second.. just a few months later you claim you are NOT a stalker! What's up with that?
NO GYM FOR A YEAR!! I think all I needed was a year off, you know? Where'd Brie go? There's gotta be some way to get it waivered. 32 Minutes to kill. I'm SOOO HUNGRY!!!! Urf-------------------------------------------------------------
After school I guess I'll be hanging out with Dale to get copies, then we'll watch Mary swim. DAH! Urf. Urf again! What's Joey playing? Oh, solitaire. Solitaire without the real cards SUCKS! NO MORE MATH! This year...
High school self, I am incredibly impressed with your mastery of the English language. Flabbergasted in fact!
6/4/98
8:58 am
I FEEL LIKE SHIT. Any other day I could go to the office, but no, this fucking EXAM day, URGH. Why'd it have to come to this this morning? Why'd I have four or five cream cheese bagels last night and for breakfast? I FEEL LIKE SHIT. Fred keeps blowing the eraser marks. Why doesn't he just wipe them off. I WANNA GO HOME!
So I can tell, high school self, that this is before your true Fred obsession, because generally when you were in the same room with him, you never would have wanted to go home.
--Me:I think I did okay. C+ Maybe. But these cramps are a BITCH & I feel like SHIT.
--T: I think I did decent too. True and False was cool. I knew the cell!
Wait a second, HSS, how are you feeling? Because I can't tell. You used caps lock in handwriting before everyone else realized it was yelling, you were so hard core.
3:59 pm. I'm waiting for the fact that school is out to think in. It feels more like we're out for spring break or something, not 3 months for summer break. It's weird.. last year I didn't get that feeling, but I had a reason--Cedar Point was the next Monday, and I had a pretty full week ahead of me, too. I DO have a full weekend ahead of me.. and Pearl Jam is only 25 DAYS away already..
Well, last day antics: First hour I felt like shit -- total shit.
Oh, thanks for clarifying! I wasn't sure how you felt! I couldn't tell!
Mr. Bananas says, "you look so nervous for the test -- it's not THAT hard!" (I ended up getting a B on it.) I wasn't nervous, I just felt terrible. I couldn't even enjoy my last class with Fred.
Oh, I was wrong. You're still totally predictable, high school self!
I went to the bathroom and felt a little bit better afterwards. When he was done with the quiz, I saw Fred out of the corner of my eye, and for a second I thought that he had my note out.
High school self, what is this note?? What is wrong with you? Seriously? I'm so glad you at least don't have a rough draft (or 20) of this lying around somewhere because for goodness sakes, the thought of this makes me want to throw up in my mouth.
I thought that he had my note out... it was actually a pile of papers, and he dumped it out in the trash bin. I was terrified that my note was in there, but thing was is that I put it between a book and a folder or something.
Whoa whoa! As you would say, high school self, stop the soul train, I'm getting off! How the heck did you sandwich this note in between Fred's book and folder? Was this in his backpack? Was this with some sort of long grippy contraption at his locker? I just don't understand. But frankly, high school self, I don't want to hear about it. So I'm better off not knowing.
Before 6th hour I started giving hugs (that I evoked, but still).
I think you mean invoked. I mean, unless you "produced or suggested through artistry and imagination a vivid impression of reality" in your friends so much that they felt the need to hug you. Or even "elicited or drew forth." (Thanks, www.dictionary.com !) Well, invoke isn't right either, but whatever. And obviously if you are the one giving the hugs then you would have been the one to initiate them. There, initiate. That's the word you should be using. Okay, I'm sorry, I keep giving you such a hard time, you're only 15 years old. What were you saying?
I gave them to Annabelle, Donna, Jill.. then I asked Dan for a hug and he gave me one, and it was weird .. either his arm was long or I'm skinny or something cause he touched my boob. Not like I minded.
I was glowing, bouncing off the walls. I told Cat that I REALLY wanted to hug Fred, and I just couldn't.. I said "DAMN!" because he was way at the end of the hall. I got to the end and he seemed to dissappear. I decided to check his locker to see if he was there, and he was and I started walking to him, but he was with Jebediah Pullenpuff of all people.. well, that's better than him being with a chick. Well, Fred put his backpack on and started walking. "FRED!"
High school self, why did you write this down? I hate it when you yell Fred's name. It's just embarrassing. Anyways...remember what I said before about not wanting to know? This is one of those things.
Fred turned. "How about a hug?" His face twists into these weird contortions and I was sure he'd say "What? No!" But he said "Sure." So I (eagerly, of course) put my arms around him.. he didn't even pat me back! Other people at least give me a tap.. it wasn't quite what I had hoped for. I know I'd really be mad at myself if I hadn't.. it's almost like I can't even remember how it felt.
Hey HSS,
I have a great idea! To punish Fred for that terrible hug, why don't you obsess about him for a few years? Hmm? Sound like a good idea? Seriously though, I wish you could just feel your future embarrassment -- you clearly had no capacity for embarassment at age 15 -- when you connect a few dots and realize that someone you work with is actually really great friends with Fred. In fact, you will cringe about the day that your co-worker realizes that you have this mutual "friend," and you will play it off like you didn't know him very well, but you'll still get this feeling in the bottom of your stomach-- Oh crap! Is he going to ask Fred about me? And you will remember how pitiful you were, and you will try to smile and act normal when your co-worker walks by you in the hall, but you'll still hang your head in a little bit of shame, wondering if he knows about what a nutjob you used to be, and you fear a little that he might think you still are.
Love, Future Self
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Dear high school self,
Your journal entries are so long they take me forever to type. I've been working on Prom and it just goes on and on and on. I mean, it's interesting and all, just long. I will never transcribe, by the way, your 24.5 page entry about that time that Fred took pity on you enough to take you to the local pizza place, we'll call it Gollum's. The whole event was 40 minutes, including Fred picking you up, which means you basically transcribed the whole thing word for word.
I'm more confused about how the trip was so short since when you go to Gollum's a bunch of times in a few years, and they have the worst service EVER, no matter which location, so yeah, it's a miracle you apparently got in and out in 30 minutes. Oh, and you saved a pocket size version of their menu. You may have gotten rid of that, though -- Let me check. Yep, still there. Sorry, high school self, I'm tossing it, because for one, Gollum's still has the same freaking menu, 9 years later. Now that I'm thinking about it maybe I should keep it as an accurate current reference... you know what, no. No. I am not encouraging you, high school self! I don't care how functional this is now, it's going away!
So anyways, what was I telling you about? Oh yeah. A picture of Fred showed up in your Facebook feed. He's still not on Facebook, but apparently his friends are, and let me tell you, I don't see what you saw in him. Well, I suppose it was that he pitied you enough to dance with you four times at dances (you asked him every single time, FYI, but I'm sure I needn't remind you), that he pitied you enough to pick you up and drive you to get salads at that pizza joint.. and don't worry, high school self. You'll get over him. I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be a rough road. You'll go to a couple of his soccer games in college, and wait till he chooses your college to be his Grad school! Oh, high school self, you'll be over him even by then, but you'll still shit yourself when you see him hop on the bus, and take a mental note of the fact it was by Lake Huron Drive, (by the supermarket, so maybe he lives over there), just because old habits die hard.
Anyways, you'll see Fred and his girlfriend, and you'll be happy for him, in that distant way, since you don't care a whole lot about Fred anymore.
But that doesn't mean I won't make fun of you a shit ton for liking Fred so much for those few years of high school. So don't think you're off the hook.
Love,
Future self
Your journal entries are so long they take me forever to type. I've been working on Prom and it just goes on and on and on. I mean, it's interesting and all, just long. I will never transcribe, by the way, your 24.5 page entry about that time that Fred took pity on you enough to take you to the local pizza place, we'll call it Gollum's. The whole event was 40 minutes, including Fred picking you up, which means you basically transcribed the whole thing word for word.
I'm more confused about how the trip was so short since when you go to Gollum's a bunch of times in a few years, and they have the worst service EVER, no matter which location, so yeah, it's a miracle you apparently got in and out in 30 minutes. Oh, and you saved a pocket size version of their menu. You may have gotten rid of that, though -- Let me check. Yep, still there. Sorry, high school self, I'm tossing it, because for one, Gollum's still has the same freaking menu, 9 years later. Now that I'm thinking about it maybe I should keep it as an accurate current reference... you know what, no. No. I am not encouraging you, high school self! I don't care how functional this is now, it's going away!
So anyways, what was I telling you about? Oh yeah. A picture of Fred showed up in your Facebook feed. He's still not on Facebook, but apparently his friends are, and let me tell you, I don't see what you saw in him. Well, I suppose it was that he pitied you enough to dance with you four times at dances (you asked him every single time, FYI, but I'm sure I needn't remind you), that he pitied you enough to pick you up and drive you to get salads at that pizza joint.. and don't worry, high school self. You'll get over him. I'm not gonna lie, it's gonna be a rough road. You'll go to a couple of his soccer games in college, and wait till he chooses your college to be his Grad school! Oh, high school self, you'll be over him even by then, but you'll still shit yourself when you see him hop on the bus, and take a mental note of the fact it was by Lake Huron Drive, (by the supermarket, so maybe he lives over there), just because old habits die hard.
Anyways, you'll see Fred and his girlfriend, and you'll be happy for him, in that distant way, since you don't care a whole lot about Fred anymore.
But that doesn't mean I won't make fun of you a shit ton for liking Fred so much for those few years of high school. So don't think you're off the hook.
Love,
Future self
Saturday, July 25, 2009
8/26/98 Wednesday
12:35 p.m. This is damn boring. I have Beowulf in my bag, that's what Jerome is reading, but geez, that's even MORE boring... Hmmm...
In English class we were talking about Cain and Abel in the book Beowulf, and Mrs. Mapletree said, "That's what I don't get about Christianity, one side is good, one side is bad" and it reminded me of the book "Ishmael" where they said Cain killed Abel and that was really some kind of Pagan influenced part of the story.. and how the story was really originated by the Leavers.. huh. That book really did affect me, even though I pretty much forgot about it after a couple days.
Yes, it's easy to be affected by things you forget about after a couple of days...and that's some edgy stuff there for your teacher to say she doesn't understand Christianity?! It's like college or something!
I said "Bless You" to Edna today, and then i was just like, whoa! I can't believe I just said that!
Good, I'm glad you're warming up to Edna. She doesn't deserve your total abhorrence.
Oh yes, next order of business...
7 YEAR BITCH BROKE UP!!!! NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR!
I can't believe it... and in my PJ letter, I had said "7 Year Bitch, one of my favorite bands" and they're gonna think I'm a retard because they haven't been together for 8 months! 9 months actually, dammmit...
High school self,
If Pearl Jam is going to think you are a "retard," which by the way I'm glad you take that word almost entirely out of your vocabulary years later, it would be for that postcard you wrote them that started "Dear Numbnads" in 1995. I mean, did you read that?! You should, I reposted it here for you to see. Also, I'm very surprised you didn't mention Fred. I'm sure you patted yourself on the back for that at the time, so maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. I don't understand how you ever became a successful human being sometimes, although the definition of "successful human being" is always up for debate.
Love,
Future self.
In English class we were talking about Cain and Abel in the book Beowulf, and Mrs. Mapletree said, "That's what I don't get about Christianity, one side is good, one side is bad" and it reminded me of the book "Ishmael" where they said Cain killed Abel and that was really some kind of Pagan influenced part of the story.. and how the story was really originated by the Leavers.. huh. That book really did affect me, even though I pretty much forgot about it after a couple days.
Yes, it's easy to be affected by things you forget about after a couple of days...and that's some edgy stuff there for your teacher to say she doesn't understand Christianity?! It's like college or something!
I said "Bless You" to Edna today, and then i was just like, whoa! I can't believe I just said that!
Good, I'm glad you're warming up to Edna. She doesn't deserve your total abhorrence.
Oh yes, next order of business...
7 YEAR BITCH BROKE UP!!!! NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR!
I can't believe it... and in my PJ letter, I had said "7 Year Bitch, one of my favorite bands" and they're gonna think I'm a retard because they haven't been together for 8 months! 9 months actually, dammmit...
High school self,
If Pearl Jam is going to think you are a "retard," which by the way I'm glad you take that word almost entirely out of your vocabulary years later, it would be for that postcard you wrote them that started "Dear Numbnads" in 1995. I mean, did you read that?! You should, I reposted it here for you to see. Also, I'm very surprised you didn't mention Fred. I'm sure you patted yourself on the back for that at the time, so maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it. I don't understand how you ever became a successful human being sometimes, although the definition of "successful human being" is always up for debate.
Love,
Future self.
8/24/98 Monday
DAH! I can't do laundry, no quarters. Damn.
Today was the first day of sophomore year. As always, a very different experience. A rundown:
1st hour: Chemistry. (High school self, you listed a bunch of names here, and at the beginning of each class, some of whom you don't even remember, so for each hour, we will leave them out unless it's important), preppies. BLAGH Abraham. Dave sits behind me, one of these days we will have to get a convo going about the Verve Pipe or something. We're allowed to drink pop! But I got worried when he said that Biology was pretty straight forward and that this stuff would be MORE FUCKING DIFFICULT. Aaargh. I had an awful time in biology, it was hell...
Good news, that Abraham guy you are blarghing, thanks to the alphabet, will be sitting next to you in class, be your lab partner, and also the only reason you get a B in that class, which becomes very clear to you when you take CHM 109 in college and get a D. So quit blarghing Abraham. Yeah, he was a "preppy," but really, he's not that bad.
2nd Hour. Honors English. (People list), some new kids, and a shitload of preps. Jack, Kathryn, June (semi), TOO MANY PREPS!...I feel alienated. If she gives us a seating chart, THAT will be hell.
3rd Hour. F.S.T. (People list), some preppy juniors ( :( ), blah blah. The teacher rocks! I don't know.. indifference.
4th Hour. Spanish. Jackie.. semi-prep bitches, mostly, a couple of intriguing guys whose music tastes I would enjoy finding out/converting, I'm not sure about the teacher yet...
High school self -- okay, why do you hate "preppies" so much?! Don't worry, you will try so hard with your passion for Fred to suck up to all of them, that your journal entries will become far less laden with complaining about "preppy bitches" in all of your classes. And guys whose music tastes you would enjoy finding out?! What? Is that some kind of... classification? I don't understand you, high school self, and I used to BE you. Also, the teacher is so awesome, you're Facebook friends with her in 2009. So quit being so whiny.
5th Hour [Journalism]. Gotta get it switched.. hmm. I don't think I'm missing anything, no cute guys. Mr. Polish to Jason: "Are you the artist?" Heh heh.. I need to get it switched, dammit. I was planning on getting it switched to Psych.. Laura's class, and FRED's in it! Of course, Fred said he'd get it switched, but I don't know if he did it yet.
6th Hour . Journalism 2. Same old people, plus Jerome. Hmmm...
7th Hour Social Studies. Jackie, lots of lame people.. Looks like a really lame class. No clock! I won't be able to stand it!
Other musings: Adam's hair is black, and he was wearing a TOOL shirt. He almost fulfilled my prophecy: "You'll come back to school with bleached hair, a tattoo, piercings, and a NOFX shirt."
Um, yes, Tool, just like NOFX. Also, High school self, I already told you, he's a country boy now, so this whole point is moot.
I HATE EDNA. She was wearing a slutty shirt. Stupid bitch. I suppose I should fill up this page so she doesn't see me calling her a FUCKING BITCH! Aaargh... Oh, yes, I saw Malena's brother! Alternative, just like her. I should find.. lost train of thought.
1st - 1st Floor - Physics
2nd - 2nd Floor - English
3rd - 3rd Floor - Seminar
4th - 3rd Floor - FST
5th - Psych - 2nd Lunch
6th - 1st Floor - Science Room - Marketing (Business)
7th - 3rd Floor - French III
Dear high school self,
SPOILER ALERT! You end up flipping around your schedule by going to the counseling center and saying your current schedule makes you "depressed" just so that you can get into Pscyhology class with Fred. You are such a creep, by the way. Okay, I'll cut you a little slack, you were only supposed to be in Journalism 2 and never Journalism 1, so you DID need to transfer out of that class.. but then you switched into FST with Fred's class too. That schedule above? For a second rereading it, I thought that it was what you hoped to change your schedule into, but it was obviously Fred's schedule since you would never, ever, ever take Physics. Wait, I remember now, you switch into Psych very early on, but THEN later on in the SEMESTER you say you're depressed and switch around your entire schedule, so I take back what I said about cutting you some slack.
Also, you wrote some creepy ass phone numbers after this entry. I KNOW what those are... you weirdass. And are those social security numbers?! You know what, high school self? I'm not going to ask. I think I'm better off not knowing.
And quit being so hard on Edna. When your college roommate's best friend Mia from high school joins a sorority with her and they become best friends, and Mia asks Edna if she knows you, she says, "Oh, yeah, she was nice.. weird, but nice." I mean, come on. You WERE weird, and you deserved that, and she still mentioned that you were nice! And you'll even be friends on Facebook, and you'll run into her at the mall of the new hometown you both share, and it will only be sort of awkward when you say hi.
Love,
Future Self
Today was the first day of sophomore year. As always, a very different experience. A rundown:
1st hour: Chemistry. (High school self, you listed a bunch of names here, and at the beginning of each class, some of whom you don't even remember, so for each hour, we will leave them out unless it's important), preppies. BLAGH Abraham. Dave sits behind me, one of these days we will have to get a convo going about the Verve Pipe or something. We're allowed to drink pop! But I got worried when he said that Biology was pretty straight forward and that this stuff would be MORE FUCKING DIFFICULT. Aaargh. I had an awful time in biology, it was hell...
Good news, that Abraham guy you are blarghing, thanks to the alphabet, will be sitting next to you in class, be your lab partner, and also the only reason you get a B in that class, which becomes very clear to you when you take CHM 109 in college and get a D. So quit blarghing Abraham. Yeah, he was a "preppy," but really, he's not that bad.
2nd Hour. Honors English. (People list), some new kids, and a shitload of preps. Jack, Kathryn, June (semi), TOO MANY PREPS!...I feel alienated. If she gives us a seating chart, THAT will be hell.
3rd Hour. F.S.T. (People list), some preppy juniors ( :( ), blah blah. The teacher rocks! I don't know.. indifference.
4th Hour. Spanish. Jackie.. semi-prep bitches, mostly, a couple of intriguing guys whose music tastes I would enjoy finding out/converting, I'm not sure about the teacher yet...
High school self -- okay, why do you hate "preppies" so much?! Don't worry, you will try so hard with your passion for Fred to suck up to all of them, that your journal entries will become far less laden with complaining about "preppy bitches" in all of your classes. And guys whose music tastes you would enjoy finding out?! What? Is that some kind of... classification? I don't understand you, high school self, and I used to BE you. Also, the teacher is so awesome, you're Facebook friends with her in 2009. So quit being so whiny.
5th Hour [Journalism]. Gotta get it switched.. hmm. I don't think I'm missing anything, no cute guys. Mr. Polish to Jason: "Are you the artist?" Heh heh.. I need to get it switched, dammit. I was planning on getting it switched to Psych.. Laura's class, and FRED's in it! Of course, Fred said he'd get it switched, but I don't know if he did it yet.
6th Hour . Journalism 2. Same old people, plus Jerome. Hmmm...
7th Hour Social Studies. Jackie, lots of lame people.. Looks like a really lame class. No clock! I won't be able to stand it!
Other musings: Adam's hair is black, and he was wearing a TOOL shirt. He almost fulfilled my prophecy: "You'll come back to school with bleached hair, a tattoo, piercings, and a NOFX shirt."
Um, yes, Tool, just like NOFX. Also, High school self, I already told you, he's a country boy now, so this whole point is moot.
I HATE EDNA. She was wearing a slutty shirt. Stupid bitch. I suppose I should fill up this page so she doesn't see me calling her a FUCKING BITCH! Aaargh... Oh, yes, I saw Malena's brother! Alternative, just like her. I should find.. lost train of thought.
1st - 1st Floor - Physics
2nd - 2nd Floor - English
3rd - 3rd Floor - Seminar
4th - 3rd Floor - FST
5th - Psych - 2nd Lunch
6th - 1st Floor - Science Room - Marketing (Business)
7th - 3rd Floor - French III
Dear high school self,
SPOILER ALERT! You end up flipping around your schedule by going to the counseling center and saying your current schedule makes you "depressed" just so that you can get into Pscyhology class with Fred. You are such a creep, by the way. Okay, I'll cut you a little slack, you were only supposed to be in Journalism 2 and never Journalism 1, so you DID need to transfer out of that class.. but then you switched into FST with Fred's class too. That schedule above? For a second rereading it, I thought that it was what you hoped to change your schedule into, but it was obviously Fred's schedule since you would never, ever, ever take Physics. Wait, I remember now, you switch into Psych very early on, but THEN later on in the SEMESTER you say you're depressed and switch around your entire schedule, so I take back what I said about cutting you some slack.
Also, you wrote some creepy ass phone numbers after this entry. I KNOW what those are... you weirdass. And are those social security numbers?! You know what, high school self? I'm not going to ask. I think I'm better off not knowing.
And quit being so hard on Edna. When your college roommate's best friend Mia from high school joins a sorority with her and they become best friends, and Mia asks Edna if she knows you, she says, "Oh, yeah, she was nice.. weird, but nice." I mean, come on. You WERE weird, and you deserved that, and she still mentioned that you were nice! And you'll even be friends on Facebook, and you'll run into her at the mall of the new hometown you both share, and it will only be sort of awkward when you say hi.
Love,
Future Self
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
This is cheating a bit but I need a break from this high school lameness
9/4/91
Boy, do we seem to have a lot of work in 3rd grade.
9/17/91
Yesterday when the light went the lights went out and then the clock stops
10/9/91
Today we have gym. Yuck! It was cross country. Cross Country Makes My legs hurt.
10/17/91
The best thing about Mrs. Trindle is she is nice. She talks about hanging us by our toenails, but she never did, yet. We made spooky shadows.
10/31/91
It's finally here! Yeah! It's halloween. I know I keep saying I'm going to be a princess, or cowgirl, or frankenstein, but I'm really a cheerleader. I have tons of makeup. My mom doesn't use anything of the makeup except (that's a spelling word this week) for the eye shadow. I'm wearing knee socks with it and a skirt with 2 pom poms.
11/4/91
When the snow started freezing I almost froze. It was ccccold. COLD?! It was freezing!! Brrrrr! I didn't have any boots either. Snow in early November. Man! I hope it's not as cold tomorrow. Well, it will probably be colder tomorrow.
1/14/92
What would you do if you were invisible?
I would go to school. I'd carry my book bag on the bus. "AAAhh!" the bus driver would shout. When get off the bus I'd scare the teacher. A simple "BOO!" would probably do it. "AAAAH!" from the teacher. She'd run out of the room. She'd tell the principal and he would say 'really?' The teacher would take him to the room and I'd be sitting at my desk.
1/16/92
Would you want a possession or an experience?
I would want a great new possesion. It would be more fun than an experience to cherish. When would the experience happen? Once I was on a rollercoaster and my glasses almost fell off. It was scary. Chris says it's boring.
2/12/92
Games and food. They make a good party. NO food, NO party. NO games, a party gets boring. They have to be good, I mean VERY good food and games.
2/20/92
Well, I haven't done anything really brave. Maybe when I jumped off a cliff. Just KIDDING. Ha! You believe me? Didn't think so.
3/12/92
I would choose most attractive. I'm already smart.
Boy, do we seem to have a lot of work in 3rd grade.
9/17/91
Yesterday when the light went the lights went out and then the clock stops
10/9/91
Today we have gym. Yuck! It was cross country. Cross Country Makes My legs hurt.
10/17/91
The best thing about Mrs. Trindle is she is nice. She talks about hanging us by our toenails, but she never did, yet. We made spooky shadows.
10/31/91
It's finally here! Yeah! It's halloween. I know I keep saying I'm going to be a princess, or cowgirl, or frankenstein, but I'm really a cheerleader. I have tons of makeup. My mom doesn't use anything of the makeup except (that's a spelling word this week) for the eye shadow. I'm wearing knee socks with it and a skirt with 2 pom poms.
11/4/91
When the snow started freezing I almost froze. It was ccccold. COLD?! It was freezing!! Brrrrr! I didn't have any boots either. Snow in early November. Man! I hope it's not as cold tomorrow. Well, it will probably be colder tomorrow.
1/14/92
What would you do if you were invisible?
I would go to school. I'd carry my book bag on the bus. "AAAhh!" the bus driver would shout. When get off the bus I'd scare the teacher. A simple "BOO!" would probably do it. "AAAAH!" from the teacher. She'd run out of the room. She'd tell the principal and he would say 'really?' The teacher would take him to the room and I'd be sitting at my desk.
1/16/92
Would you want a possession or an experience?
I would want a great new possesion. It would be more fun than an experience to cherish. When would the experience happen? Once I was on a rollercoaster and my glasses almost fell off. It was scary. Chris says it's boring.
2/12/92
Games and food. They make a good party. NO food, NO party. NO games, a party gets boring. They have to be good, I mean VERY good food and games.
2/20/92
Well, I haven't done anything really brave. Maybe when I jumped off a cliff. Just KIDDING. Ha! You believe me? Didn't think so.
3/12/92
I would choose most attractive. I'm already smart.
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