Well, technically due to Lent it'll be another 40 days.
Anyway, a little bit from the future and then the past.
I got a letter in the mail on Monday or Tuesday from Duluth; I've been accepted into the honors program!
“Congratulations! You have been been selected to participated in the new UMD Honors Program. As a participant in this program, you would be one of appoximately 40 students offered the following special programming during your first year at UMD:
-Enrollment in one honors-designated composition course for fall semester 2003, The Rhetoric of Popular culture or Cyber Theory and Practice and one honors-designated freshman seminar couse for spring semester 2004, Natural Disasters and Civilization or Global Issues (tentative)”
Heh… Guess what I plan to do. I hate to say that I'm meant to go to Duluth, since I don't really believe in fate, but this is right for me. Ahh.. college. Scary thoughts.
Anyway, moving into the past, I attempted last weekend to explain the events of 94 and 95 that transformed me from hyperactive scrawny elementary kid that loved swimming into… scary androgynous angst monster. My fifth grade journal is replete with bad handwriting, strange stories, and depressing, mundane entries. Half of them read “today we had gym, it sucked” or “I watched X-Files and American Gothic last night. They were good.”
Of particular interest was when I said we “pole danced” in Gym. I don't know if I was being witty or naive. I assume it refers to limbo.
One other disturbing entry related this tale:
“October 12th, 1995. When I was trying to sleep Brandi came in She asked me what her name was. She said 'I don't have a name.'” Brandi McCulloch, the original angsty teen. Heh. She was a freshman in high school when I was in 5th grade… I think I mirrored a lot of her teen angst.
On the other side of the piece of paper I used to write that down, it has this:
“Sex?
I was 14!
It's not like you didn't have a vagina when you were 14.
Yeah, but I didn't have a penis.”
Ahh.. the good old days.
The weekend's other discoveries include the 86-91, 95, and 98 x-mas letters. I'll be running excerpts from them for awhile. I also plan to work them into my autobiography.
🙂
Anyway, one with the show
“THE OFFICIAL 12 REASONS FOR THE “1986” FIRST ANNUAL IN”FORM”ATIVE CHRISTMAS LETTER
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(10) Brandi and Christopher have started sports this uear and it is time consiming. Brandi pushes Christopher down the stairs in a box, and then scores him on a scale of 1-10 for grace in landing. Christopher can do a double somersault off the kitchen table.
(11) I have been spending a lot of time going thru the garbage for dishes and clothes and retrieving pots and pans out of the clothes hamper and pulling the silverware out of the dirt in the houseplants and taking the mail out of the oven. You might say that Christopher has changed my lifestyle.
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Both children are growing and active and both go through a lot of medicine. Maybe next year will be healthier.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND BEST WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!”
I vaguely remember the box down the stairs thing… Ahh. fun times. Peace out space cowboy. Stay frosty. I'm outtie 5000.