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.

I’ve returned to school, and instead of finding peace of mind, I’ve just found more turmoil. In my endless quest for answers I find only more and more questions. Along with all the old questions I have had all along I’m managing to find new ones almost daily. I had thought I’d reached the peak

Today I met the girl of my dreams. I wish and hope for the day I can write that and have it be the truth. As it now stands, that is the furthest thing from the truth, but I don’t want to ramble on about my lonely social life again. I think I said enough