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Being that I've gotten in touch with some important people from my past recently, I've been in a nostalgic mood and so tonight I've been reading my diary entries from 1994. At the time I was writing on a shitty word processor; I'm only able to read them now because Kath got those files transferred to Word 2000 for our first anniversary, which might just go down in history as the greatest present I've ever received.

Anyway. I'm reading these old entries - many of which involve the people I'm suddenly in contact with - and I've come to a starting conclusion. Which is: holy fucking shit, I was a fucking lunatic.

When I started this LiveJournal back in 2001 (!), I had visions of archiving these old, college-era entries and making them as public as the rest of this stuff. Let me just say now that THAT WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN.

It's good for a laugh, though. My goodness.
When I started this LiveJournal back in 2001 (!), I had visions of archiving these old, college-era entries and making them as public as the rest of this stuff. Let me just say now that THAT WILL NEVER, EVER HAPPEN.

*laugh* Heh, do you know? I thought of doing the same thing. And came to the same conclusion. :)
Here's the funny part - the whole time I was writing that diary, I had visions of a posthumous publication - I think the Warhol diaries had come out recently and in my frequent delusions of grandeur I'd imagined that someone, someday, would want to know what I was thinking about when I was starting to get my shit together. So, in a way, I felt like I was writing for an eventual audience. But there was shit in there that I'd NEVER, EVER, EVER want anyone to see, even when I was actually writing it.

Doing an LJ is completely different - not only am I aware of an audience, I'm getting feedback in realtime. So OBVIOUSLY my writing is going to change and I'mg going to edit and conceal and make sure I'm not embarrasing myself.

Of course, I'm sure I'll read THIS stuff in 10 years and end up pounding my forehead into the nearest available hard surface, too.
Funny... I found an entry which specifically mentioned that I was about to meet you for the first time to go over the recording of the first EMI demo.
DUDE!!! You wouldn't have any way of making mp3s of that, would you? I haven't heard that demo in at least 8 years. (!!!!!!) We are so old.

I have about 1000 cassettes of various reherasals and demos and such, but I don't have a working cassette player in my apartment.
SUPER HAWT

I think I have some photos of that session lying around here somewhere. If I can find them I'll try to scan them.
That one I don't have. I think I'd lost my copy of that one by the time the EMI demo was happening. Is it listenable?

A lot of my early LJing involves my getting hung up over a girl, getting my ass totally kicked emotionally, then blogging about it in ways I thought were veiled and symbolic but were actually blatantly angsty. We're talking wrist-slitting embarrassing here.

I guess I'm saying you should be thankful you didn't start your journaling career online. My awful emo writings are available on demand.