Quicktime | Flash | iPod Winding down The Plaid Years, thank goodness. Unlike the last journal entries, these are a lot less eventful (that s probably for the best) and span a large stretch of time. The Plaid Years should really should be called College: The Early Years . I took another couple of stabs at it till I got it right. Then grad school took a few more stabs, topped off by a second bachelors stab. For someone who clearly did not like school, I sure went to school a looooong time. The most annoying thing about this diary (aside from the fact that by age 19 I m a mess-and-a-half) is that not only are the pages not pre-printed with dates but I didn t date them, either! I guess I though that being deliberately vague was really, really cool. I also didn t name anyone, I just used their initials. Not helpful. When I m 80 I ll have no idea who these people are. I left out the superpathetic sex bits. Plenty of that in my last post. That s all you get.
