Easing Back In...
It’s been awhile.
Like a real man, I attempted to maintain a written journal for a short period of time. I got into one of those modes, “Yeah, I’ll totally write in here all the time, like everyday… that way I’ll basically have a record of my entire life.” Nevertheless, the next time I flipped it open I looked at the previous entry’s date and saw that it was over a year old… Yeah…. That worked out.
But I still maintain a kind of pseudo-digital-journal on my computer. I have a feeling that’s why blogging didn’t seem like too much of a stretch for me. On a whim every now and then I’d feel it necessary to write (type) some words down. From pre-summer-camp butterflies to swarming mind infesting worries about my 7th grade crushes there are some quality works in there. The first brilliant piece dates back to Christmas 1998.
“December98
This is my first day on my journal. The day started out kinda scary because it was my first day of basketball camp. It was OK. A little sad because everybody on my scrimmage team was pretty bad. I guess their parents found out that they were bad so they sent them to this camp. When I came home I played Zelda. I feel a little bit mad at my brother because he won’t let me play. He says I play too much. Well I have to, to get past something. Jeff just asks me and gets help and gets farther. David came over today. We made a sledding course. It was cool. We built it on the gravel driveway. Then we played Blitz. Here I am now typing my journal.”
Don’t act like you’re not impressed. The excerpt really does speak for itself and honestly not much has changed. Except I don’t play basketball anymore, but I still get pissed off at Jeff when he gets ahead of me in Zelda. Ass.
In all honesty, that’s really the first time I’ve let anyone read my coveted piece of literary artwork and hopefully they’ll be more rich passages to come. I’ve been off the blogging circuit for a few days now. As
Nah.

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