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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2008 (6:02 PM)

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A Poor Sap's Journal

I found this three and half floppy disc at a land fill. I was working the recyclable piles; the disc looked like it was in good condition so brought it home to see if I could use it.
What I found was some guy’s journal he kept while in college.

All character’s identities, personal information, dates, and places in this blog have been changed to protect their privacy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

8-12-96

It’s taken me a couple of years to get my head on strait about my future. I’m 22 and I finally decided to go to med school, I don’t have any obligations at home, and no girlfriend. Shit it’s been two years since –slight pause while I try to remember the bitch- Oh yeah, Jan. Fucking bitch sucked the life out me and she wouldn’t put out. It wasn’t like I was trying to win the lottery.
Anyway I start school next month, got all my paper work together, I even heard something about a scholarship...That’d be cool.
My Dad wants to have a party for the big send off. He worries too much and I know he wants the best for me, but it’s no good for his heart.
He’s one of the reasons I want to be a doctor. That’s all I have right now.

8-27-96

The party was a flop!
My Dad invited this annoying girl from my senior year in high school, Melody Chambers. She cute an all, but she laughs at the wrong things at the wrong time. I think Dad has a running bet with Carl, (Carl maybe a friend or relation) concerning Melody and I, if he dose I’m calling my bookie to cover the spread. Outside of her odd laugh Melody followed me through school like a turd in a swimming pool.
Aunt Mary came; more to console Mom than to see me off, but Mary was true to form assuming the worst when there was nothing wrong. As soon as she got this out of her system, Mary joined in the plan to hook me up with Melody.
Right now there’s an incriminating photo me on my Aunt’s mantle. Apparently I passed out in the hammock and Melody felt it would be okay to get in with me. Mary snapped, God knows, how many frames.
Melody is a great person, but egad I can’t see us together.
I have an open scholarship to John Hopkins. Looks like clear sailing from here, but the party sucked.

9-5-96

Been in town for over a week and there was a fuck up on my living situation. Almost missed sing in at school, but it turns out I’ll be sharing an apartment with two women. Yep, one’s a knock out, easy going lady, but a lesbian. The other made it very clear she’s queen bitch from planet cunt. Study time will fly by.
Queen bitch Nancy told me, “Nothing will interrupt my favorite shows.”
Here majesty’s favorite shows are: old reruns of Mash, (which I can handle) ER, and Friends.
Me and the lesbian, Ann don’t watch TV much and didn’t care.
I think some of the normal people live across the hall.

9-15-96

Classes seem easy for now; I may have to adjust my schedule to fit her Cuntness’ will. Cuntness, I just made that up.
Got a letter from Melody and much to my chagrin she included a picture from the party. I cut it up; I don’t need that getting around.
I’m starting lab work tomorrow, I didn’t expect them to throw us right in to it this fast. My lab partner is an Irish lady my age, flame red hair too, not much of an accent though. Her name is Sharon, she’s been in the states since 92, and she lives about ten miles from school. Sharon seems to in some kind of trance during class, but really sharp, and is always humming a tune. Sharon’s kind of squirrely too; she looks out the class windows with some frequency and I noticed she insists on walking the middle of the halls.
I can’t help but watch she’s pretty hot.

9-30-96

OH MY GOD!!! I can’t win…
Sharon had me over to her place for three days a night, which was a nice break from the crap at my place. We get along okay, but I have to say things are weird, I was over there for here safety and peace of mind. She’s got some stalker I guess.
Phone calls at strange hours, crazy mail. That mail is nuts, I mean why send here hand written recipes for “Raspberry sauce and Flan,” then a death threat.
She told me how she got some other guy thrown in the poky for the same thing. I have to admit…it bugs on many levels.
First, a woman should never have to go through this, well no one should.
Second, “Raspberry sauce and Flan,” what the fuck?!
Third…I’m kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop, that’s when I go to jail for helping a lady in distress.

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