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The 1995 Entries
(before I had a homepage)

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These are the first ones. I wrote them in Microsoft Works on our family computer before I had a homepage, and I saved them on a floppy disk that says DAVE - PRIVATE - THIS MEANS YOU on the label. When I made my homepage in April 1996 I pasted them in here. I fixed the spelling and that's it. Everything else is exactly how 13-year-old me wrote it.

Newest is on top, like a real journal. If you want to start at the beginning, go to the bottom and read up. That's what I would do.

- Dave (April 1996)

ENTRY #7 -- Saturday, December 30, 1995

EAGLES 58, LIONS 37!!!!!!!

That is a real score. That is a football score and not a basketball score. I'm typing it again so future people believe me: FIFTY-EIGHT to THIRTY-SEVEN. In the PLAYOFFS. Dad and I watched the whole thing in the den and he got up off the couch so many times he said it counted as exercise. Every time the Eagles scored Dad said "Okay, now just hold on," like they were going to give it back. They did not give it back. Ray Rhodes is a genius. I have decided this.

Chris watched from the recliner and called it "a statistical anomaly," which is what they teach you at college: long words for "wow."

Christmas report, since I didn't write on Christmas because I was busy:

- PlayStation: NO. (See Entry #6. I knew.)
- Discman: YES!!!
- Hootie & the Blowfish CD: YES. Chris made a face when I opened it. I don't know why. It's good.
- Eagles sweatshirt: YES. I'm wearing it right now. I'm wearing it every day until they lose. Mom says she'll wash it "when this is over, Dave, one way or another."
- Pork roll, egg and cheese for Christmas breakfast, which is a family tradition that started this year because I said so.

Mike came for Christmas dinner and brought a pie that he definitely did not bake. He gave me advice for 1996, which was: "Never trust a guy who says he's not a morning person. Nobody's a morning person." I don't know what that means but I'm going to remember it.

Next week the Eagles play Dallas. If you're reading this in the future, don't tell me.

(Dave from April 1996: they lost. Sorry, December Dave.)

ENTRY #6 -- Sunday, December 17, 1995

THE PLAYSTATION CAMPAIGN: FINAL REPORT

I have been asking for a Sony PlayStation since September 9, the day it came out (see Entry #1). That's 99 days. Methods I tried:

1. Asking. (Mom: "We'll see." We'll see means no. Everybody knows this.)
2. Asking Dad. (Dad: "Ask your mother.")
3. Putting it on my Christmas list three times in three colors of marker.
4. Telling Mom it's educational. I said "hand-eye coordination." She said "So is doing the dishes."
5. Being really, really good. This lasted until Tuesday.

It's $299. Mom said "Three hundred dollars?" like it was three thousand. I pointed out that we just got a whole entire computer and she said "Exactly."

So I know I'm not getting it. It's okay. I still have Chris's old Nintendo, which works if you blow in the cartridge, then blow in the machine, then take the cartridge out and blow in it again and say please.

Also, there is a Buzz Lightyear shortage. Jimmy's mom went to four stores for his little brother. There are no Buzzes anywhere. They all went to infinity and beyond. (Sorry. I had to.)

ENTRY #5 -- Saturday, November 25, 1995

CHRIS IS HOME!!! He got in Wednesday night and the first thing he did was open the fridge and just stand there, like the fridge was a friend he missed. Mom made him a plate even though it was ten o'clock.

Thanksgiving was at our house. Mike came, so all five of us were at the table for the first time since August, which Mom mentioned about four times. Dad carved. Chris told college stories. Here are the ones I'm allowed to put in here:

- The cafeteria has a cereal wall. A WALL OF CEREAL. You can have Cap'n Crunch for dinner and nobody stops you.
- He's learning to do his own laundry, and all his socks are pink now. He says "light pink."

Then today Chris took me to see TOY STORY, just the two of us, in his car, with WMMR on loud. Toy Story is the first movie ever made completely on a computer. No drawings! I want to find out how you do that. (Probably not on our computer. Our computer takes two minutes to open Encarta.)

Buzz Lightyear is the best character in any movie ever. Woody is second. The kid next door with the broken toys is the scariest person in any movie ever. Chris laughed harder than me at some parts and says "some of the jokes are for adults." I got them.

DAVE'S OFFICIAL RANKINGS: MOVIES OF 1995 (THAT I SAW)
1. Toy Story
2. Apollo 13
3. Casper
4. Everything else

Chris goes back tomorrow. Christmas is only four weeks away.

ENTRY #4 -- Tuesday, October 31, 1995

HALLOWEEN REPORT

This year I was a hoagie. I made it myself out of the brown sleeping bag (the roll), green construction paper (lettuce), and two red paper plates (tomatoes). Mom did the cheese, which was a yellow towel. I couldn't bend my arms and I couldn't do steps fast, and a little kid dressed as a Power Ranger yelled "IT'S A GIANT SANDWICH" and ran away from me. Best compliment I ever got.

Jimmy was the Blue Ranger because the costume still fit from last year. Ant (Anthony, but only teachers call him that) was a football player, which is just Ant in his football stuff.

Mom says 13 is the last year for trick-or-treating, officially. I said what about 14. She said "Dave." That's a no. So this was my Last Halloween Ever. Final haul:

- 23 fun-size Snickers
- 11 Tastykakes (the lady on the corner gives out Butterscotch Krimpets, she is the best house in the whole development)
- 4 pennies
- 1 toothbrush (from the dentist's house, obviously)

I'm eating a Krimpet right now at the computer. Mom said no food at the computer. Mom, if you're reading this: this file is PRIVATE. Also it's only one Krimpet.

ENTRY #3 -- Sunday, October 15, 1995

We now have FOUR AOL disks. Three came in the mail and Jimmy gave me one because his family already has three. Dad says we're not getting AOL. Dad says, and I quote, "We are not paying somebody to use our own phone line." I said it's the INTERNET, Dad. He said, "It's the phone line." Dad does data entry for the post office. He types all day, faster than anybody I've ever seen, without even looking at his hands. You'd think a guy like that would want the internet. He says that's exactly why he doesn't: "I look at a screen all day, Dave."

So the computer has a modem, and the modem just sits there doing nothing, like a guy at a bus stop.

TOP TEN USES FOR AOL DISKS
10. Coasters.
9. Frisbees for very small dogs.
8. Stack them up and it's a tiny table.
7. Tape one to your forehead and you're a robot.
6. Give them to Jimmy, who doesn't need them either.
5. Put a new label on and it's a regular floppy now. (Mom says this might not work. I'm going to try it.)
4. Wind chime.
3. Doorstop, if it's a very light door.
2. Christmas present for Mike.
1. Wait for Dad to change his mind.

Mike called tonight. Mike calls some Sundays and you never know which ones, so it's like a surprise radio show. He asked about school and I told him about Mr. Farina and O.J. (see Entry #2). Mike said, "Stay in school, Dave. And never eat the fish sticks." I think that's about half good advice.

ENTRY #2 -- Tuesday, October 3, 1995

Today right after lunch Mr. Farina, my social studies teacher, wheeled in the TV cart and said "People, this is history." Then we all watched the O.J. verdict. Everybody was so quiet you could hear the TV cart buzzing. They read it, and some people in the courtroom on TV yelled, and some people in our class yelled, and Mr. Farina said "Okay. OKAY." and turned it off and made us write a paragraph about "what we just witnessed."

I wrote: "We just witnessed a verdict." He gave me a check-minus and wrote "More, Dave." I'll try more next time.

When I got home Mom was up (she's on nights this week, so she sleeps in the day, except today) and she had it on, and so did every channel. Dad came home from the annex and watched the news and said "Well." That's all he said about it the whole night.

ENTRY #1 -- Saturday, September 9, 1995

My name is Dave and this is my journal. I'm 13 and I'm in 8th grade. I live in Sewell, New Jersey, which is in South Jersey, which is the good Jersey, whatever anybody says.

I'm typing this on our NEW COMPUTER. It's a Gateway 2000. It came in giant boxes with black and white cow spots on them, which is the Gateway thing, and Dad and I made a fort out of them in the garage. It has a Pentium and Windows 95, which is brand new, and a CD-ROM, and a modem, which we are not allowed to use. (Dad.) I'm typing this in Microsoft Works, which is where you do your works.

The computer is in Chris's room. Chris is my brother. He's 19 and in college. He left last fall and everybody said he'd be home all the time. He was home for Christmas and the summer, but now he's back at school, and this week Mom put the computer on his desk and started calling it "the computer room." So I guess it's official. His posters are still up. There's a Flyers poster right over the monitor, so Eric Lindros is watching me type this.

My other brother is Mike. He's 23 and he has his own apartment. Mike left for college when I was in 4th grade, so he's more like a legend than a brother. A legend who calls on Sundays sometimes.

Mom is a nurse at the VA hospital in Philadelphia, which is the hospital for veterans. Dad does data entry at the post office annex, also in Philadelphia. So every morning they both drive over the bridge to Philly, and every night they both drive back, and they both say "the bridge" the way other people say "the dentist."

So it's me and Mom and Dad now. Dinner is really quiet with three people. You can hear everybody chew.

ALSO: TODAY THE SONY PLAYSTATION CAME OUT. It's $299. I'm going to get one. I have a plan. (The plan is asking.)

My best friend Jimmy (around the corner, since 2nd grade) says journals are for girls. I said Captain Kirk keeps a log. He said that's a log, not a journal. I said what's the difference. He didn't know. So this is my log.

(Note from 1999 Dave: I left this page exactly how it was, even the part about the fort. I was 13. Be nice.)

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