Oh, you guys. I've been keeping a journal since 2nd grade, I believe, but all evidence of my prolific journaling prior to 6th grade has since been lost or destroyed. Actually, I sort of wish everything after 6th grade had been destroyed, as well.
None of the following entries are related, I don't think, but like you were expecting a cohesive narrative from me anyway. Most of my entries are about various crushes (James, Todd, Brandon, and LATER AND MOST EXCITING, two brothers which...weird) or The X-Files, proving that I recapped TV shows before there was (much of) an internet SO THERE.
So far all I've done today is clean, shower, and watch The X-Files. I had such a strange dream last night. I was at Erica's and I was looking at her movies. The thing is they weren't regular tapes. They were movies on CDs. Almost like LaserDiscs but they were smaller. Then for some reason I went to get on a bus.
[There's more, but I won't subject you to it. I think this is evidence that I totally dreamed of DVDs before they existed. Wait, when were DVDs invented?]
I am freaking myself out right now. I just watched Scream and now I'm totally paranoid that some guy in a mask and a black robe. I know I'm being really stupid but I can't help it. I had to go to the dentist [nice segue]. I have a new theory on alien abduction. Its really people having nightmares about the dentist. I mean, the bright light, laying flat, the instruments drilling your teeth and probing your mouth. That little sucking thingy could be what people are thinking suck out their brains.
3. I found an entry dated 4/15/97 and in it I'd written "B.T.W." The best part is that next to it, I'd drawn a little arrow and written, "by the way" in case I didn't know what B.T.W. meant later, I guess.
Today has been a really bad day. My friend is talking about smoking pot. And I thought I knew her. I keep telling myself that she was kidding, but I don't think she would kid about something like that. It seems like everytime I turn around, another one of my friends is making a huge mistake. I know I should tell someone, and I've always told myself if I was in this situation I would, but I don't know who to tell. I've never been in this serious of a situation before.
[This one is my favorite. Not the pot! Oh no!]