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“So is there like…a party here?”

I Photoshopped John Lipton’s face in there to protect the identities of the underage!

Went to a party on Friday night. (Yeah so I guess I do stuff now.) I don’t really know who’s* house it was or the exact purpose of the thing but it was pretty cool. I showed up 2 hours too early and the girl at the door [politely] told me to come back later because nothing was happening. I saw Elle back there. I gave a lot of handshakes and awkwardness and conversation. There was a [suggested] $5 cover but I didn’t have any money and didn’t want to go empty handed so I just paid the Mike guy in whiskey glasses. He gladly accepted. I made a new friend, too. His name is Adam and goes to Bellaire. I wrote this kid Charlie a letter a few weeks ago and sent him some cash so he could send me a Die, Emperor! Die! record but he never sent it to me and I saw him at the party and grabbed his attention and he gave me the record. Sweeeeeeet. And I met Obi who’s cool and this guy Steve whose* eyes widened when I told him I was fifteen. He told me that if a girl talks to me, I have to make sure to ask her for ID first. He’s a cool guy. I saw Marsha and Francisca and Derya who I hadn’t seen since October 2004. That’s over a year. I saw Dylan there with his girlfriend. Hmmm…I saw Ben Breier which was weird. He asked me if I was drunk and I told him I don’t drink and then he yelled out, “HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?!” John helped out with getting the bands there and I saw him. A lot of people showed up relatively early in the night. John sure knows how to promote a good show. It’s so strange thinking about me meeting people rather than sitting at home being a ruck. I left early because my yearbook staff wanted me to come to school on Saturday morning to work on the yearbook. I heard things got interesting. Someone tell me what happened!

**Someone tell me the difference between whose, who’s, and whom plz

Yearbook on Saturday sucked.

My dad told me he’d take me to Sedition Books yesterday for the benefit but then he left and went to see a movie and didn’t come back until late. Oh well.

Uhhh I bought an autoharp, too. It’s so rad but so unecessary.

MARSHA MARSHA MARSHA

MARSHA MARSHA Marsha Marsha marsha marsha if you’re reading this will you go to this with me pretty pretty please I haven’t seen you in the longest time and you owe me because I went to see Blonde Redhead with you and I bought you like 3 of the tickets for it and i haven’t seen you in the longest time and i don’t really know that many people going except for two people and it’s finally a reason to hang out!

I found old pictures

My father is the one standing in front of his father. 1964.

This is me when I was a baby.

My parents.

Cancun, Mexico.

I’m the one holding my fist out. My brother is the other kid.

I’m eating the apple.

Tokya, Japan. I lived there a for a few months.

Disneyland Tokyo.

I think this was in San Diego.

Disneyland Tokyo.

Flea market in San Diego. I lived there for a while.

Green balloon.

Parents.

Mom.

Mom.

Parents.

My dad standing in front of what appears to be Knight Rider’s car. Hollywood, California.

My brother is blowing the bubble. I’m not.

My dad was a military man. Navy, specifically.

My dad apparently worked in a kitchen for a while.

This is my uncle, my mom’s brother, the oldest one out of all his siblings.

My dad wasn’t around for a few months before/after my brother was born because of his military duties. He wasn’t around for a while when I was born, either, for the same reason. My mom wrote this letter from my brother’s perspective and sent it to my dad with a bunch of photos.

Second grade.