Monday, November 18, 1996

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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.

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Thursday, November 14, 1996

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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.

 

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Wednesday, November 13, 1996

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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.

 

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Tuesday, November 12, 1996

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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.

 

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Monday, November 11, 1996

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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?

 

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Friday, November 8, 1996

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I went to a website of surrealist artist Rene Magritte. Really nifty stuff. High realism but with surreal subject. Huh. I printed off probably his most famous painting, “Sum of Man” which is a guy with an apple right in front of his face. I like it.

Got my second Hepatitis B shot today. Didn’t tell K____ about the shirt. All I can do is crack bad jokes or make small talk when I’m around her. Argg! I want to be with her, hold her. Close, smell her, taste her. Feel her against my body. Just be.

Got a real internet homepage today. Pretty crappy and very little lee-way unless you fork over the cash. Oh well. I just have to master HTML and I should be able to make it pretty good.

I got some good looks at M____ today after school. She’s nice. Too cool for me though. I gotta get a haircut. Tomorrow. Always tomorrow. Just like my dad. “Hey dad, can I get this?” “Maybe next week Matt.” Next week never comes and so I’m left without it.

I oughta get a job. Get some cash flow. Get some confidence.

I should be getting my theremin soon. I think. What else? I should be getting something else in the mail soon. I wonder what it is. If it exists even.

When I saw K____ outside the gym in line for vaccination she looked kinda strange. Probably just nervous I guess. I said to D____, “Don’t worry D____, it only hurts a little.” I can never think of anything really funny in front of K____. It’s usually really lame. I just sorta stutter and can’t get the words out. How can I get confidence?

 

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Thursday, November 7, 1996

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Today was tie day. I wore a ten-year-old clip-on tie. K____ gave me a chocolate bar for it. Today was a good day. However, I had the perfect chance to tell K____ about the shirt and I forgot all about it. Oh well. I wonder if our paths cross in the future.

 

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