Writing early today, as I’m trying to not give free hours to my employer. So, more emptying out the drafts folder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is something I wrote during the summer writing period. I quoted what I my first writing bit when I started writing on OD in 1999. So, as you’re seeing too far on social media, How It Started<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n This was from when I started writing in earnest in 1999.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let me bring you up to speed\u2026..<\/p>\n\n\n\n Occupation:<\/p>\n\n\n\n I work full time, and go to college full time. I also spend lots of time on the road, because I’m still living with my parents in BFE.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Family:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Parents are okay\u2026.brother is a stoner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Love life:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pretty slow through high school\u2026.two girlfriends as a freshman, two as a sophomore. I wasn’t looking for anyone as a junior or senior, but a girl kind of shoved her tounge down my throat, and I went along with it. I didn’t leave for college like I planned–we dated until last October. It’s been a really nasty breakup. Since we split, she’s banged two of my friends. She’s now living with one of them\u2026..needless to say, I haven’t spoken to them much. There’s now somebody who I’m sweet on\u2026..I’m not sure if she’s quite figured it out yet. I’m trying to figure out how to proceed. It’s a bit of a weird situation for me, because everything is rather wholesome.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So this would have been roughly five years after I’d sworn off writing. In the high school I attended as a sophomore, during the six-week grading period, (yes, that’s how they did things there…) you could earn an extra credit grade that’d replace the lowest test grade you got in my Honors English class. I think we had to write two entriesS per week over the six-week period. They weren’t anything terribly difficult. I was a fifteen year-old kid locked in “Smruf Village” at Carlisle Barracks<\/a>. I’d given up on my dream of playing football. The Pennsylvania kids were bigger than I was. I made up for the size difference by being slower. It didn’t work well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But back to the writing, I was the only<\/strong> kid in my class who tried to ado the extra credit assignment. Naturally, the teacher read everything<\/strong><\/em> I wrote. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And was concerned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I don’t think I wrote anything that was really too far out-of-bounds for a fifteen year-old boy whose body is going nuts in all sorts of ways, but she disagreed. Down to meet with the guidance counselor, who spoke to me, and was less concerned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This would have been the fall after Kurt Cobain had killed himself, so worry was probably top of mind for high school teaching staffs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After all that craziness, however, I swore off writing until 1999, when a friend showed me The Open Diary.<\/a> Though they took a couple years’ hiatus, I’ve not left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Many of my entries are for my own consumption. I hid many around the time I left radio.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But what’s there is a lot about some of the early days of my relationship with my wife. I’m also seeing things that were probably early MS exacerbations. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So, how’s it going?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nAspiring to the Weekly World News – 7\/23\/1999<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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