anamnesis

This weekend I did something extremely stupid. It was one of the stupidest things I have ever done. Then I squared my stupidness. Let’s start with Friday night. Almost everyone went home . Rick, Mike, Maria, and Katie went ice skating, but I didn’t really feel like going so I went to see Videodrome on […]

It’s been a while, so I shall recap a bit. I didn’t do very well on that Biology test or my Math test so I was kind of stressed out lately. I was thinking about changing my Major and all that fun stuff, but I have decided to stick with it, for now. Last weekend

I haven’t written in a while so I’m just going to do a collage of memories of the past month, more or less in hopes that it will spark further memories. Christmas day. Got a VCR, a tape, a couple of sweatshirts, some blank VCR tapes and stuff like that. Went out with Char to

Yes, Indeed, It is Christmas Eve. The last one of the 80’s. The candles are lit, and Scrooge is on TV and yet, the pervading feeling I am experiencing is loneliness. I have spent the last two Christmas Eve’s with Char, and not being with her causes me some amount of (pain) remorse. I had

Yesterday, after 63 hours of labor, Nancy gave birth to Kyle Thomas Evans at 2:45 in the afternoon. Kevin and I saw him tonight and he is adorable. Nancy was all smiles and she went through the whole ordeal like a trooper. Keith seems like a totally new person. He’s not the elder brother Keith

The sanctity of a journal. I have just gotten home from Char’s house. We drank, watch “Say Anything” and REDACTED FOR PRIVACY. I told her about Rhea, and her weirdness which I will not go into right now. Why is it that none of the cute ones at school are attracted to me? What about

I went home last Wednesday. The drive was uneventful. Dad and I went shopping for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for Diana. Thursday was Thanksgiving. Keith & Nancy, Kevin, and Neil came home. Nothing terribly exciting happened. Thursday night Kevin O’Toole called me and and I went over and saw him and Vince. He joined a

Tracey just punched me in the thigh, and it really hurts. That’s the third time I’ve gotten punched in the same spot. Anyway, I came back here to my room, and I am alone for the moment, so I’m going to record last weekend. Thursday Chris and I went down to Page Manor and got

I haven’t written in about a month because, for some odd reason, I let Heather read the previous entries, and I felt violated in some way. But I will pick it up here. I’m not going to try to recap the whole month, so I will just sum up the major points. I’m getting B’s

Yesterday, my Father called me to tell me that my Grandfather had died. He died at around 1 AM on Tuesday morning. I fully intended to make the 7-8 hour drive to Clearfield for the funeral (which is tomorrow morning) but later in the day my Mom called and told me that I wasn’t expected