Good morning, John, it's Friday, and I have a gigantic journal of all of the things that I thought about in high school.

And boy, were there a lot of things. There's also, like, things like this: fancy illustrations of organic compounds. I'm not getting more dorky, that's for sure.

I don't think that you could get much more dorky than this, which appears to be... I think it may be the first step in the Krebs cycle. Oh, auto power off?

Nothing has changed, I'm not getting any better at vlogging. That's actually not true. I've been going back and watching a lot of old Brotherhood 2.0 videos, and I am very, very certain that I'm getting better at vlogging.

There. A plug. And now you won't do that anymore.

Thank you. I approached this task attempting to find funny things, and I found plenty of funny things, but I was surprised by the number of not at all funny things that I found. There are also just some things that I'm really sort of shocked about.

Like, I was really obsessed with this box diagram thing? Which I was using to try and simplify personal interactions, as well as people's, like, ideas of what they wanted to do with their lives, and what they would and would not do if... I don't really get it.

I can't remember, and I can't understand what the frick I'm trying to do here, and it's really, sort of, laid out in a lot of detail. But I still don't understand what I'm talking about for the most part, and then throughout the journal, I'm always talking about people's red boxes and their green boxes, and... I don't understand what I'm talking about.

Also, um, the songwriting thing is not new. I thought the songwriting thing was newer than it was. I remember that I wrote some songs in high school, but I did not realize how many songs I wrote in high school.

I also now realize why I write funny songs, because when I write songs that are serious, they are invariably very, very bad. We've got everything from, like, rants against capitalism to raunchier than Eminem kind of things. I'm afraid that I can't really share any of that with you.

For fear of embarrassment/fear of getting flagged as inappropriate on Youtube. Let's see if I can at least find some song lyrics to share with you because that would quell some of your suspicions. Ok, this is embarrassing.

Well I'm sittin' at my Pentium CPU, workin' on some viri (which is the plural of virus) Thinkin' about how much times have changed since I got my apple two-ee My life kicks ass, I love technology I'm skippin' class, trippin' down with zero-g I don't know who or what zero-g is. Was. And I don't know what trippin' down is.

But apparently I like to rap about hacking. Earlier in this journal, I was saying how much my life kicked ass, now I'm saying how much my life sucks. Contradiction has been a pretty big theme, I've noticed, in this journal.

But in short, it's pretty obvious that I was trying to figure a lot of things out. From god to girls to computers to biochemistry, all of it sort of, like, jumbled together into me being really angsty. Like, if I was a parent and I found this journal and I read it, I would be legitimately concerned for the safety and well-being of my child.

I would also be concerned for the safety and well-being of children near him. Like, a lot of this stuff's pretty screwed up. I will say, however, that, John, you managed to be in this journal several times.

I was never in your journal, but you are in my journal at least twice. I wrote a little bit about you and Marie. That's right, Marie.

And apparently we were talking about ... phenomenology or something. I don't know, I don't trust anything I write because I don't think that I knew what phenomenology was then, because I've kinda forgotten what it is now. What I'm taking away from this is that I'm really glad that I wrote down all this stuff.

Not because I wanna read it now. I'm having a really hard time, like a lot of the pages look like this. And, like, there literally is no punctuation.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I pretended like I knew a lot about myself, and really it's because I knew nothing about myself, and so I had to pretend to try and get somewhere. It was also very enlightening, and I find myself both really hating, and sometimes really liking, the guy who wrote it. Oh, also, new president.

Yeah! If you're wondering if there's anything out there that's by far more interesting than me reading my old journals and talking about my old self, I suggest you watch Barack Obama's inauguration speech, because it was pretty amazing.