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,

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Monday, October 7, 1996

Well, I was near K____ as she and D____ talked. So does that count as talking? Oh well, at least I got to be near her. S____ F____ was wearing a blue, low-cut top under her usual sweater. Man is she pretty. M____ was wearing an old ’70s pattern shirt, really ugly, but somehow it still managed to look good on her.

I wanna get a haircut. I also want a Hawaiian shirt, some duo-tangs, some markets, and either a Huevos Rancheros CD or a Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet CD.

So I figure I ought to make Ultra Fiction into a comic instead of the movie. I still need to finish the script first, but until then I’d like to develop the characters, artistically. I figure I should just keep drawing them over and over again until it’s right.

 

Dear Teen-aged Matt,

Sunday, September 9, 1996

I’m inventing a contraption that hides a mirror until you press a button, then it reveals the mirror until you press another button to cover it again. It’s to put in my locker. I don’t want just a mirror because a mirror give the impression that you are slightly vain and I don’t want to be seen as vain in the least and this way, even if someone were to see me adjusting my hair or using the mirror they would be so amazed by the contraption they would never think that i might have any thoughts about how I look. They would just take me as a mad inventor with too much time on his hands. Which is what I am.

The Emmys were on tonight. A bit disappointing. Fraiser won best comedy, John Lithgow won for 3rd Rock from the Sun, Julia Louis Dreyfuss won for Seinfeld, Rip Torn won for the Larry Sanders Show and blah blah blah.