What You Can Expect from 1997

We are about to enter a new diary, with a brand new cover page and new dreams....well actually, the same dreams but more elaboration of striving for those dreams. :)

So what can you expect from my life in 1997?

Loads of angry and sad poetry.

Angsty exclamations and frustrations.

ANGER.

Boys, boys, boys!

Dramatic exaggerations of passed notes, phone calls, and school assignments.

And tons of late 90s jams playing on repeat like this:

Here comes 1997!

We Were Children

This song ran on repeat in my stereo in 1996.

"I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
ever since the day we met."

Truer words were never spoken about teenage crushes.

July 20, 1996: Sad Songs

Right now, I'm listening to the sad songs of Tom Petty. Ever wonder why when you're sad you don't listen to happy songs? Whatever. Lyra and I ended our garage sale at about 1:40 and I made $20. I got the feeling she wanted me to leave ASAP. Who knows why. I only got about five hours of sleep...when I got home I took naps in intervals. Probably took a total of 3 hours. Then I talked with Rosalyn....other than that it's been pretty boring @ home....Jarod just called. He only wanted to talk to me if there was something wrong. He was caught up in TV and said he really needed to go, so I hung up on him.

[NOTE: I was most certainly listening to Tom Petty's "Wildflowers" album.]