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Subject: the chronicles of a bewildered high school miscreant

and so with the end of catholic school, i entered public school. the title of this entry is misleading, since it actually starts in seventh grade. anyway, i went into public school only knowing those horror stories that were told to me by catholic schoolers. there was not much truth to them. at this time my mind was so numbed that i knew very little about people anymore. i knew nothing about kids my own age, as my only real friend was dylan at the time. and there was nothing about her that was like kids my own age.

and so the journey through the land mines began. i was depressed already, so there was very little to say. and the kids sort of thought i was creepy. i had a friend named brianna, and i hung out with her friends for a while, even though she had left for seattle. and so they put up with me for the better part of seventh grade. they were the kind of friends that i had always wanted, average people. no real intelligence, but they had the occasional party and tried to go to dances and pretended that they had fun. and that spring they told me to shove off. i think the words were you annoy us, go away. and so i did, and talked to others that year. the next year began with me getting on a bus and sitting next to sarah malech. she was the nerdiest girl in the class. but i had met her the year before, and i thought that she was ok. actually, i thought honestly that she had to be defective in some way, but at least she was guaranteed not to make fun of me for my looks. and so i sat with her. she introduced me to the girl sitting next to her. erin elena horowitz. now erin elena baird. elena was very tall and just as self conscious as i was. we sat together every day from then on. and even though i was way too caught up with not being the bottom of the social ladder, i realized that that was really sort of the place to be. and these girls would be better friends in the long run. certainly they were more intelligent than all of the blonde bitches that inhabited our little hellhole of a middle school. and they were also friendlier. and the characters that inhabited our school were for the most part without any real personality. there were a few metalheads, and no punks. the punks were sorely missed in our school. there were no rebels other than the metalheads. i remember they would smoke in the bathrooms and i saw them there many a time. after a while they sort of accepted me in and i would have a cigarette with them once in a while, so as you see, my habit started in the eighth grade.

there was this one girl, shirily, who was the biggest social climber i had ever met. (but not very good at it) at least if i wanted to climb the social scales, i was somewhat more subtle and never made an ass of myself. she was constantly asking us whether she was pretty, if she was fat, whether we liked her. she was the worst thing that i had known. and so the asc was formed. the antishirilyclub. we all united to leave the most pathetic one of our crowd out, and believe me it was hard to do. she constantly was saying that elena and sarah and i were her best friends. actually, we couldnt stand her. and it wasnt that we wanted to exclude anyone, it was simply that there wasnt really anything we could tell her without her taking offense. if we told her she was trying to get attention, she would whine or insult us back. in the long run, i guess we were pretty cruel, but there was no hope for her. she proved to be one of those treacherous people later, when i made friends with some people who i finally liked, she decided to tag along with me every day when we skipped and went out to lunch and stuff. i think i made one real mistake in high school, or at least one in front of that crowd. she infuriated me, cuz she laughed. i can forgive much, but if you use me to get to my friends, you should at least have the good grace not to laugh.

another character which figured in and will later as well was paul maylone. not paul, but paul maylone. mahlone. and this was the most sought after person in the school. i think at first i may have had a chance at that one, but i was, after all, a nerd. and after a while, everyone in the school saw that he out shone everyone else in the school. anything he tried to do, he did well. and he did it all. he could sing, play drums, draw, paint, write, and act. he was fair amazing. and the most beautiful one in school. he was the one all the girls wanted. ok, i admit it, he held me in thrall too. he was pretty. but he wasnt really important until later. and then he was an ass.

well, eighth grade went by with little that really hurt me, but i was still terribly messed up from grade school. and that didnt change. so ninth grade came around, and with it came a whole new barrage of shit. there was this one guy, jeremy, that was the be all and end all for me. he made my life a very wet living hell. he wore the old twenty hole docs, the old docs that were roughly thigh high. only in gym class did we ever see how far up these truly extended. he was probably the first and most innocent of my crushes. the next one who i had a crush on was probably Claire.

claire was beautiful. she was extremely busty, and kind of chubby.

she wore overalls all the time, but that can be excused cuz she was stage manager.

(i am getting upset writing this one by the way, these are people i havent thought about in a while, but they still can affect me.) claire was beautiful. she had long hair. black. i seem to be attracted to these longblackhaired girls. but the most amazing feature about her were her eyes. the most stunning eyes you could ever see. they were simply hazel, but with more flecks of color in them than any eyes i had ever seen. they would turn from blue to light brown to green, depending on what she wore or her mood. but i developed a crush on her, and my entire theatre career has suffered since. cuz see, she figured out that i wanted desperately to get into her overalls. and even though she was bi i think that i made her rather uncomfortable and that really made tech bad. i dropped one production cuz of that i think. and that was difficult for me cuz it was really all that i had.

the world of tech started in tenth grade. tech started with dave hoffman, wookie, teaching me the basics of lighting. i didnt realize it at the time, but he really wanted to get into my pants. he caused more trouble later on too.

now, the one person i should have named earlier but neglected to is my brother. christian. chich. chich was a great friend through all of tech. he was a well known tech person, and everyone loved him. chich got me through a lot of bad times, and we both had lots of them throughout highschool. the only reason anyone ever accepted me back into tech was cuz of chich i think.

when sophomore year was halfway through, there were some drugs offered to me.

usually in great quantities. i would sell my ritalin, and occasionally my prozac, and later my dexedrine, and would buy weed, acid, shrooms, and a whole lot of other niceties with the money. or else i would just grind up any drug i was on and snort it. for a while, not only did my grades slip, but so did the rest of life. i would come home and sleep. i forgot to eat for days and then i would eat ten meals a day for a couple, and then i would throw most of it up. sometimes on purpose, but mostly cuz of the acid.

here ends part one of the chronicles. you know, i really have to print these up, ive never compiled a chronicle before, i should let my future children/nieces/nephews know just how hard an average life was in the nineties.

and yes, ill tell them that everyone was like this in the good old days. it sure beats the "i had to walk fifteen miles in the blizzard through five feet of snow with no shoes etc etc etc...." that stuff is crap. but this is just as messed up, and still more interesting.

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