My mom just sent me an eleven pound box with memorbilia. Most of it I threw away, but there were two journals with embarassing hilarity. Here the first of many installments that will make me laugh and be mortified all at once.

11-30-84 (this would make me 13)

If I could be anyone in the world, I would be someone who owned alot of beach property. Because beach property goes up in value and I could build a hotel or a condo on the water. Then I could make more money until I’m up to my elbows in money so I could do whatever I wanted to.