Monday, November 18, 1996

Well, I haven’t broken my arm.

I tried to put up an internet Christmas list but the graphics don’t work right. I’ll just do a paper one and email it to my brother.

So Star Trek 8 comes out on Friday. I’m going to see it with W____. He’s a big trekker. It should be entertaining.

I’m teaching my mom how to play pool.

There’s a girl in sociology named M____ L____. I swear she could be a model.

On Friday was the pie auction. The highest bidder gets to throw a pie at a teacher. I had a good view of K____ but she seems to be fading out of my thoughts. M____ coming in instead, as well as B____ D____ and T____.

The Weezer concert was on Friday too. I didn’t go, as I’m sure you guess. I bet it was good. Damn. Next time.

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

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Sunday, November 17, 1996

I want to break my arm. Get a cast. All of that. My right arm. Is it hard to do? I don’t think there’s much shame in doing that for attention is there? How can I do that without really hurting the rest of me and without looking stupid? I could fall off my bike onto a curb, but that would have to wait until the spring. I could get in a car accident, but then someone else could get hurt. I could get pushed down on the ground by someone. I do get pushed a lot, but nothing happens. I could fall down the stairs at school, or home. But that’s scary. I think stairs would be the best thing. Not at school though, I could really hurt my head. Maybe I should. How could I do it? I’m a klutz, so it wouldn’t be a surprise. I’d be more likely to hurt my leg though, and that would still work, but it would be inconvenient. Especially if I had crutches. I should do it. I should break my arm. How? When? Where? I want anything too bad though. Just a mild fracture. I don’t want to snap anything. How?

 

Dear teen-aged Matt,

Saturday, November 17, 1996

S____ came over on Friday. We rented “Strange Days” — good — and “Dollman vs. The Demonic Toys” — horrible. But that was the plan.

Dollman opened with the line, “It’s a cruel world when you’re only a foot tall. Shrunk by aliens.” Man! Super film! We rented “Psycho Cop” but didn’t get to watch it. I should try to watch it tomorrow. I doubt I will.

I got my theremin back on friday. It works great! Really terrific. Oh man, it’s super! Why did I get it? It doesn’t matter! I love it! I want to paint a tie-dye pattern on it. That would be neat! I need cool stickers and stuff to put on it for decoration.

I finished my handout for sociology today. I doubt I’ll do much more editing. If any. I wonder what kind of research I could do for the essay. I’ll do a lot of internet stuff, but I want real books too.

My uncle fell asleep with the TV on again. I can hear the test pattern.

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

Thursday, November 14, 1996

So there’s a girl in Comm. Tech. class that likes me. I don’t know what she looks like, but I’m not interested. I’ll only date people I’m attracted to, and since I haven’t noticed her…

Hmm. My parents are going to see Gordon Lightfoot on Saturday. and they’re not taking me! I figure I’ll make an internet Christmas list, with links to websites and pictures to go along with it. My brother made an internet christmas list but it didn’t have many links on it. A number of pictures, but no links. Two links, sorry.

I wrote some of my list down. Some good stuff on it. I’ll fax it to you.

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

Wednesday, November 13, 1996

I wrote a skit today. Snow Kingdom. It’s about a depressed King who finally decides to do away with his subjects by spraying them with a hose. Did I mention they were all made of snow? Freaky eh? Yah, I’d say so.

T____, who has Comm. Tech. at the same time as S____ and I asked us if we had girlfriends. Of course we don’t. I don’t know what she was getting at.

I drove on the 401 today. No big deal. Nothing to it.

I ought to make an inflatable jacket. There’s an inflatable dance at school one of these days. I should try to make an inflatable jacket. I’d have to find a way to seal the rubber though. I wonder where I could get a pattern? How about the fabric? Maybe go to KFC in the summer and see if they have any busted beach balls I could use. I”ll have to put that on my “to-do” list.

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

Tuesday, November 12, 1996

K____ wore a purple shirt today. It looked good. B____ poked me in the back with her pen today and asked me about the work we had to do. Then she apologized for stabbing me in the back because I yelped. I should have said, “Et tu B____?” oh well. Maybe next time.

In math today K____ F____’s ex-girlfriend was modeling the coat of a friend of hers for me. I cracked a joke, she did too. We laughed it up. I wonder if she likes me. Probably not. She has hairy arms.

I think J____ W____ might like me. And K____ Something in my driver’s ed class.

S____ might be coming over. We’ll rent Barton Fink and something else. I don’t know what. I made a list a while back of film fest movies. I’ll have to consult that.

I got my report card today. 83.8% average. Not bad.

I’ve got another idea for a movie. It’s about a teenager and he’s a huge film star. In Europe. So no-one at home even gives him a second look. He has girl troubles, he’s picked on, but in Europe he’s on the covers of Le Time, Le Teen Heart Throb, etc. Paparazzi are constantly snagging photos of him and he takes mysterious holidays to Madrid and Paris and London. Not even his own family knows he’s a celebrity. And he wants to keep it that way. Still needs development but it should be an interesting project.

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

Monday, November 11, 1996

Happy Rememberance Day! Wait, that’s not something happy.

I passed K____ on the stairs, M____ in the hall and B____ in class.

I had an optometrist appointment.

I was horny just a second ago, but now I’m depressed and tired.

S____ might be coming over on Friday but only if K____ F____ doesn’t want me to go over to his place.

So B____’s psychic. I wonder if she knows I like her? I hope so. I hope everyone I like knows I like them. Thing is though, if they were to ask me I’d sheepishly deny it. I just thought of something:

And now the theme to Garbonzo the human enema! Garbonzo the human enema! He’ll make you laught, he’ll make you shit, Garbonzo! Garbonzo! Garbonzooooooooooooo!!!

How about it? Funny eh?

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,