anamnesis

Well my Gradual school depression is continuing. The more I think about it the more I want to be done with school and be home in Cleveland working or possibly in DC. Right now I don’t even care what kind of work it is just so long as I can support myself and not have […]

My week of not wanting to go onto further schooling is stretching into a bi-week period. I think I really need Spring Break to come. This department is so full of asskissing and politics that it makes me sick. I am at the point where I just want to get through it and get onto

It has been a while since I have written but that is the beauty of a journal, one doesn’t get grief when one doesn’t write in it except from oneself. The weekend was exciting. Friday night We went out to the Court and I got pretty drunk. The highlights were me breaking up a fight

I just finished reading A Prayer for Owen Meany..A book by John Irving which was recommended to me by Fred from Malaysia and loaned to me by Stacy from Washington CH…It was a very good book in which Owen kept a dairy which I used to do for about seven months until I decided that

Today, I am going to seal this. I will keep it sealed for ten years not to be opened before January I, 2001. Hopefully I will live long enough to read it then. April 27, 1991, Saturday, 2:30PM.

Work, school, sleep and occasionally drink. That is about the extent of my current position. The trouble is I bombed my first Bio, Calc and probably History tests. I’m always getting behind myself and having to catch up. Actually I studied my ass off for Bio. I really don’t feel like writing, and nothing really

Well things have seemed to have pretty much blown over in my teenage angst II. The basis of the whole thing was that I told Rhea to watch out for Brad and I told Sheila only the facts about New Years Eve. Things got blown way out of proportion until Keith got involved and basically

My Teenage Angst. That is the title of this entry. Once again it returns to the boring and over-done topic of females. I haven’t seen Char in a very long time. We hardly talk or write although she still tries (harder than I). I am not saying that I am writing her off completely, but

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I must lead a fairly interesting life. I’ve been writing in this for over a year and I’m just over half full. God, could you actually imagine if I led an uneventful life? There would hardly be anything in here at all. In case you already guessed, I have nothing of import to write about.