Saturday
Like I said, plenty of drama. Looking back, I can't believe I wrote some what I did back then in what was meant to be a public form -- although there are plenty of other people's tragic and overly dramatic writings in here.
Hillcress, incidentally, was one of the diners where my friends and I spent hours hanging out. A typical night would see us spend time at Yvette's, the espresso shop in Barrington that my friend Lauren B.'s parents owned, head to Hillcress in Lake Zurich, and possibly the Denny's at Rand and Dundee or if it was a weekend night, Kafein in Evanston. Ah, under-age life in the northwest suburbs.
I'm guessing the angst here was directly related to New Year's Eve, and probably regret that my Christmas break was a bust.
Sunday
No idea who this "new hope" was; I got infatuated with a new girl constantly back then. Totally fickle.
About the bowling thing: I firmly believe you shouldn't get too good at bowling. Being good at bowling is a sign you have too much free time on your hands.
I still dig those quotes from The Lonely Planet, by Steven Dietz:
"Irony is the penicillin of modern thought."
"I think everything good is obtained through simplicity. I think that's why when you're all fucked up, they say you have a complex."
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