A WEEK IN MY LIFE (Episode 1, Part 2)

SUNDAY JANUARY 12th 1992
 
Upon lifting my diary down from my shelves and opening the front, out fell three a4 pages with what appeared to be hieroglyphics written on them. In fact I had created this gibberish very slowly and it looked like I had put a lot of effort, meaninglessly into making it look like a coded piece of writing. 
I thumbed further and discovered a 'key' with the same ornate patterns on. Well on this days entry I explain to my future self that when deciphered, it actually makes sense. I worked out the title page first...
I'd called the piece "BOOK OF THE DEAD- REBORN"...I couldn't be arsed working out anymore. 
So I'd spent this Sunday in question in 1992, listening to Nirvana and writing coded messages and watching 'NIGHTBREED'. 
At 8:07pm I had written "cheer up please"....worth a shot I suppose. 

To close on this evening I put...
(In large letters) "I MISS SB"
Then in smaller letters "pretty badly"
I laughed at my non committal comment again. I had obviously written how I missed her but it seemed to read much more desperately than it had felt. Even with the added comment of "9 days since I last saw her" I thought it looked like I was mostly bored.
 
(MONDAY 13th JANUARY 1992)
 The next day seemed like a quiet one apart from my thoughts and fears about my second attempt at my driving test. I had failed first time even though I was adequate at driving. It was the test circumstances that put me Ill at ease. I had a driving lesson, which always left me sweaty for some reason. Really nice instructor who I used to have quite deep conversations with about love etc. I always opened up to people who I had a chance of barely seeing. I still find it easier to open up to strangers, hence this blog to a faceless community. 
Anyway It seems I was very wrapped up in the question of whether I was feeling lonely or not and whether I would pass my test. 

TUESDAY 14th JANUARY 1992

Today I watched 'CYBORG' and did some weights. Yes it's true I dabbled with lifting weights now and again. A few pressups and sit ups a day and by the time I was forty maybe I would be ripped!
I wrote that I had 'very few spots at the moment'. 
Like any self respecting greasy faced twonk I would keep a close check on my skin for spots. I washed with anti spot cream as standard. I had a few spots throughout my teems but never more than about three or four. Enough to bother me of course. It felt like if you had spots, then your face would blur until people only saw your spots and would talk directly at them. 
I ended my diary this evening with a more upbeat "Goodnight Twat, Fuck problems"

WEDNESDAY 15th JANUARY 1992

"tired" drinking a hot chocolate. 

Seems like a quiet day. I will take this opportunity to say that I had a job at a printers on Keighley. I would jump in the back of a workmates van and we would go to work. I got the job just before my sixteenth birthday in 1990. I still print today (2012) but for a different company. 

THURSDAY 16th JANUARY 1992

I failed my second driving test. I was too fast at times by about three miles an hour, due to nerves. I wanted to drive with a fake confidence and so I guess I tried to hard under pressure. I had been pretty confident that since most people fail their first test, that I too would pass on this second attempt. 
I retired to my room to watch 'BLOODSPORT'. It would appear that I had borrowed a job lot of Van Damme films. This was all part of my self film education. 
My mate Dan rang to see how I had gone on and to ask if I was frequenting Tumblers tomorrow. 

My diary says that I went up to my room and scratched 'PAIN' into my arm. It makes me a little sad reading that as I now know it would snowball and get out of hand. 

So with a little optimism I managed to sign off with "Start Afresh" 

(TO BE CONTINUED)