Archive for the ‘1988’ Category
Studs I Have Known (1988)
Thursday, May 28th, 2009
Though I’ve been posting pages from my old journals and elementary/middle/high school creative writing assignments since 2005, this is the first time that I’m attempting to follow a schedule. So for the official debut of (retro)blog Thursday, I thought I’d keep with the 1988 theme of my Facebook status update and post the first two pages of a tongue-in-cheek nonfiction book I wanted to write with my best friend in eighth grade titled, Studs I Have Known: (more…)
Tags: (retro)blog Thursday
Putting the (retro) back in (retro)blog
Wednesday, March 11th, 2009
So the main reason I have a (retro)blog versus a regular blog is because I’m not all that interested in writing about my daily life. With the on-sale date of Perfect Fifths just over a month away–APRIL 14th!!!–I’ve had a lot more contemporary business to write about lately. However, to maintain the original intent of the (retro)blog, I’ve decided to post my very first professionally-published piece of work, a poem from the October 1988 issue of Seventeen magazine: (more…)
Tags: juvenilia
Twenty-one years and one day ago…
Monday, January 5th, 2009
This is what was on my mind. If you can decipher my horrendous handwriting, the dreaded phone call refers to my best friend informing me that her family was definitely moving roughly two-and-a-half hours away to Daretown, NJ. Two-and-a-half hours away might as well be the moon when you’re still two years away from your driver’s license. I was more than a little melodramatic here, but her departure was the defining event of my high school years and served as the inspiration for Hope moving to Tennessee in Sloppy Firsts. (more…)
Tags: juvenilia, sloppy firsts
“A Book That Affected My Life”
Monday, October 13th, 2008
I did not get along very well with my ninth grade English teacher. I thought he was stifling my creative genius. He thought I was a snotty brat. I think his assessment was more accurate than mine. This oh-so-ironic and terribly written essay proves it:
(Oh. And the movie version is even worse than the book, though River Phoenix’s many love scenes provided hot fuel for my teenage daydreams.)
May 19th, 1988
Saturday, May 19th, 2007
D.D.
I have to run the 200m today. That’s a sprint. I am a distance runner. I don’t think the Scotch-Irish are famous for their sprinting skills. The Scotch-Irish are famous for hard liquors named in their honor. And ahh….potato famines.
May 10th, 1988
Thursday, May 10th, 2007
D.D.
There is NO LAUGHING IN ROOM 201.
Ever.
No fun.
No creative writing.
No tapping feet.
No fun.
No Sesame Street songs.
March 29th, 1988
Thursday, March 29th, 2007
DD,
I’m in such a hyper good mood today that I’m practically a poster child for…
Well, I can’t think of anything clever to fill in that blank.
January 29th, 1988
Monday, January 29th, 2007
I’m supposed to do an oral book report on the Invisible Man in about 10 minutes. My motivation is lacking, okay? I’d rather do it on BOP magazine’s Annual Star-Studded Special.
Oh woe, the future of America.
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