Why blog the 80s?

Due to not-so-popular yet compelling demand, I'm blogging my high school diary entries from the late eighties and early nineties.

You are more likely to enjoy this blog if:
- You were born between 1970 and 1976.
- You thought George Michael would fall in love with you if he only got to know you.
- Your Aquanet consumption easily exceeded one fushia aerosol can per month.
- You penned at least one angsty poem per week about your latest crush.
- You assiduously nursed all legitimate bouts of melancholia into sustained periods of truly impressive despair. When you consulted your journals weeks after writing about each episode, you moved yourself to tears.



ALONE - a poem from 02/89

I totally wrote this poem last night. I have no idea why; I wasn't even sad. Well, I guess I was thinking a little about Ben. I try to be sprung over Matt, or JS, or that skiing guy, but really... I think my love for him is an "eternal flame."

Alone
I stand alone
As the sun sinks over the trees.
And I remember
you and me
And the way we used to be
Once upon a time
We stood together
And watched the sun go down
Two shadows hand in hand
So in love, not alone
There's a part of you
and a part of me
Where the sun goes over
the land
Our spirits fly
Across the sky
The only thing changed
Is they're not hand in hand
This time
I stand alone
As the sun sinks over the trees
And I remember
You and me
And the way we used to be

{A note from 2009: Can I just say that this has got to be the WORST of all angst poetry!? Bad rhymes, mentions of sunsets, spirits flying across the sky. I DEFY anyone to submit a worse poem than this. GO ahead; I won't believe it until I read it!}

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