I spent this morning surfing through my old websites using The Wayback Machine. The one I remembered the URL to is from my college years, at the beginning of a very long relationship. At time when people had guestbooks instead of commenting and I coded all my entries by hand and then uploaded them instead of typing into a neat little box and hitting ‘publish.’

I had short, spikey, ever color-changing hair and a penchant for converse, plaid pants and band t-shirts. I worked at Michaels Arts and Crafts and then at a fancy Italian restaurant and spent almost every weekend taking photos at hall shows for my local music website.

I was trying to pick an old entry to post, but they were all pretty ridiculous, until I found this:

after sitting around inside/outside for a while we all piled into connelly’s clown car around 1am and went to taco bell and white castle. then came back and ate in the driveway. colin and i left about two. i went to his house for a while and got home a little after 3. it doesn’t sound too exciting and eventful but i had a good time. hi klair if you read this ;)

See that little note at the end? That was the first time anyone ever recognized me from the internet. Klair, who I had never met before, walked up to me and said “I know you from LiveJournal.” It freaked me out just a little, but we had a lot in common and ended up being very good friends for a long time.

2002 - Check out those walls!

Then there are gems like:

i have a lot of cheese in my mouth right now

and

my parents are pissed at me again for coming home late. but i called and said i’d be home in a bit. who’s to say that a bit isn’t an hour long?? thats what i thought. and i’m 18 so they can just kiss my ass

There are also a lot of entries that go like this: today i rained a lot, so i decided that was a good reason to not go to class. (It’s a miracle I made it through college in 4 years!)

My conclusion after reading through all these old entries is that I was a damn weird kid and was (still am) oblivious to my eccentricities. But I think that’s the way all kids should grow up – being deliriously happy thinking everything they love and everything they are is amazing. Then we can all look back and laugh at what freaks we were.