I was doing my daily listening to the Adam Carolla show yesterday. He was doing something he doesn't normally do. One of his old high school buddies has been in the studio filming something for the last week. Adam doesn't know exactly what he's filming, he just said yes, he could film.
They call the guy the Weeze. Anyways, they've had him on a couple times in the last week just talking about random stuff. Yesterday they talked about their past together. A little trip down memory lane.
For some reason as they were talking about their past adventures, I was reminded of something. I remembered this stupid online journal/diary thing I wrote in a couple of times in my senior year of high school. That may not seem like a long time for some of you, but I'm old. That was 5 years ago.
Somehow I was able to find the site they were on. I only wrote 15 of them, but they were a good 15. Most of them were just about what I did throughout the week. I did some pretty cool stuff back then. It was nice to relive all of it.
My favorite part of all them was the fact that I used first and last names for everyone. I guess when I wrote them I assumed I would read them one day and maybe not remember who I was talking about. I was right, I would have. Having the last names was awesome. I remembered everyone.
It is now my goal to start writing in there again. If only so I can read them again later on down the road. I've forgotten so much, but just reading those few posts brought so much back. Even stuff I didn't write about. It seems weird to do, but I'm going to keep writing out full names.
Like I said, mostly the posts/entries were just me saying what I did. There were some of my feelings in there also. And apparently I used to try and write poetry. Nearly every post has a crappy poem I tried to write. I forgot that I ever tried to write poetry. I'm going to start again.
But the best part of what I wrote, besides the first and last name thing, is when I listed the girls that I currently liked. I used to like a lot of weird people. My favorite was the girl you would think I was in love with by the way I wrote about her.
I was obsessed with this girl. The problem is that she had a boyfriend. That didn't stop us from making out once. Which looking back, probably didn't help the fact that I apparently couldn't get over here. There were about 4 straight entries where I just gushed about her in part of the entries.
Then came one post that caught me completely by surprise. I couldn't keep myself from laughing as I read it. Not just a chuckle. I had tears coming from my eyes I was laughing so hard.
The post started out with me saying how much I hated this girl that I had previously professed my love for. I wrote that I couldn't stand being within 5 feet of her.
The reason for this, because she stunk one day. Maybe she just stunk a little, but I wrote about her stink like it was the worst thing ever. Looking back now, I may have just made the stink up. I remember hearing from someone once that she stunk. Maybe I just chose to believe this so I could get over her.
Either way it worked. I had gotten over her because I had convinced myself that this girl smelled like poo.
Or so I thought I had gotten over her. Three entries later I was professing my lover for her once again.
That story alone is why I'm going to start writing in there again. I had completely forgotten about that whole thing. I'd forgotten that I even liked that girl, let alone that I was in love with her.
There were other great stories in there, but I don't want to mention those right now.
Well, I'm going to go write in my online diary. Gay, I know, but in 10 years, I'm going to have something really cool to read.
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