I had a weird dream last night. I was at some event that was possibly at the Kehr Union Ballroom. Amanda was there. I was trying to get from her a date which she was neither working nor at camp, which was July the 18th. After that we got into some miniaturized row-boat, which, to my great dismay, was sinking. Even for me, it was strange. I didn't have too much trouble falling asleep, which, for me, equates into only fifteen or so minutes of trying to fall asleep. I had to work today. It was a mid-shift: 10a-6p. During lunch I went home to see if the child-support check came, which it did. It's sense of security was minimal, though. After setting aside money for the trip to Cancun, there was $20 left to spend on groceries, and after the money for cat food and gas was subtracted, my mother and I had about $5 to spend on food. So, we're dirt poor, but we always seem to make due. After lunch, work was incredibly boring. There was nothing to do, and four hours to do it. After I clocked out, I remained and used the $20 I found during lunch and bought a journal and some confortable pens. Only time will tell if my mother was right and I should have contributed the money to her to help out with the bills. While standing in line at Giant, my TV Guide horoscope for this week states that something I have been working towards for the past few weeks will finally happen. I have been nervious, but the Heavens are in my favor. This comes as a sigh, a sigh of both relief and the fact that the hard part has just begun. I have no idea how I'm going to tell her how I feel aobut her. I have thoughts on the matter in my mind, but I have no idea what I'm going, nor what I'm about to do. At least the Heavens are in my favor.

A regret of my grandfather is that he did not keep a diary of his experiences as a Marine in Vietnam. I have decided to take his comment as advice, but instead of keeping a diary of my experiences, I want to record my thoughts and feelings in additon to my experiences, spanning a longer time period than a tour of duty. I also have an interest in writing, and I feel that keeping a journal would be a good way for me to expand on this. In the past I have on occasion put my thoughts and experiences on a piece of paper, however this was very sporadic and highly informal. This is my formal attempt and I hope that I am albe to write periodicly. In additon, I would hope that this journal will grace the hands and minds of my grandchildren so that they will see where they came from, and are able to experience my live as I have lived it.

Confessions of a small town teenager.

Welcome to my blog. Let me first start of by describing myself. At 17 years old, I am a senior in high school from a rural area in eastern Pennsylvania. I'm about 6'1" in height, weighing about 250. I also have acne. While I consider myself intelligence, I really don't apply myself, so my grades are so so. I don't really consider myself unattractive, but my luck with the ladies is... kind of lacking.

I've been keeping a journal since June of this year. It's nice to have something private, but then again there is something cool about having your thoughts and happenings being read by others. Besides, the internet can be anonymous, so I don't think I'll have to worry about that.

I'm going to go back through my journal and post what I have written in the past, in additon to keeping my current entries in here.

There, I hope you enjoy reading about the life of a small town teenager as much as I enjoy writing about it.