skeksi

I'm still packing up all my stuff, separating stuff I'm throwing away from storage crap, etc etc. I found my Chandler's notebook from 1991, my freshman year of high school.

I'm reading through this mental mindfuck right now, what a little maniac I was. Melodramatic writing, emotional diatribes about girlfriends that lasted two months or less and seemed like the loves of my life at the time. Now I have to date a girl for a year or more before I feel like the kid who wrote this shit.

It's hysterical the stereotypical punk rock hatred of my parents and authority I was spewing back in those simpler days. I'm reading through my first days as a skateboarder, a graffitti writer, and my first sexual experiences.

I feel like throwing this thing away but I think I'm gonna tuck it into a storage box so I can unearth it again in 5 years or something.

I spent the majority of my freshman year grounded.

Will somebody please tell me who this girl "Cricket" is, who I was enamored of? Maybe she's an SG now.

I should call some of these phone numbers here and see what I come up with.

I really don't know why I felt compelled to create a journal entry about this here but maybe somebody else can relate to getting smacked in the face with 10-15 year old memories?