I kept a diary every day of my life, for all my High School Years - from Yr 7 to 12.
At first I fancied my life might be important to historians, i'm sure.
Didn't every girl have a go at being Anne Frank ? I didn't even really like the Diary of Anne Frank. I was far more interesting.
For the first year, I started every day with "Dear Diary". Gag.
In my later diaries, I fancied myself THE music authority ( life at home was strict - solace was found in taping Take 40 Australia, watching Sounds on Saturday mornings, Countdown on Sunday nights, and reading books by Glenn A Baker from the library ).
Hours were spent taping favourite songs and pressing rewind and play over & over as I wrote down the lyrics and memorised them to heart.
On Saturday, i'd walk into town and pick up a free copy of the Top 100 Singles & Albums from the local record shop and bring it home to study. Many of them are stapled in my old diaries.
They were very, very important to me.
Of course, all this was private, I didn't geek it up at school or anything.
In later years, I would write my "Song of the Day" at the top of every page before writing about whatever mishap occured at school ( the Indonesian teacher having a meltdown again .. the time the Principal called an impromptu assembly after a girl had had a close encounter with a red bellied black snake on the oval that day - it was me, it was me ! ), my crush on Andrew McCarthy, what spunks my friends had crushes on ( surfers only, all others need not apply ), or when the next concert would be on for the Under-18's at the local RSL Club.
I was in love with Australian Music at 15.
My dad said that's why I lost the local "DJ For a Night" competition I entered with the local radio station ( I still have it somewhere on an old cassette - it's UGH ! ) .. because I only played Australian Crawl, the Hoodoo Gurus, the Models et al.
I should have *diversified*.
I actually remember being horrified when I got there and at first they said I couldn't choose the playlist - um, hello - this is my musical integrity on the line - I am not playing anything that will make me look like a dag ?!!? .. that I don't believe in ?!?!?
Their idea of being a DJ for a night was to answer the 'real' presenter's doopy questions like "How old are you?" and "what are you favourite subjects at school" and not much else.
Sorry, but I really didn't see how could compete if I was just to sit across the table.
So I convinced the dude to let me choose the music. My father ( who'd driven me 3 townships over to compete in this, my life's dream to date ) said I should have been less assertive. hee !
I can't remember who won. I didn't listen to anyone else.
Narcissism is like that.
So where am I going with this ?
Well, besides the fact i'm still writing a diary ( hello, blogger ! ), I pretty much still have a 'Song of the Day' also ( although I don't write them down any more ! ).
Lately I can't get Silverchair out of my mind .. although last week I was totally into E.L.O. again after seeing "Wild West Hero" on "The Chaser's War on Rage" on New Years ( yes, still partying hard, and I don't even have parents making me stay in these days - *sigh* ... )
So the choice is yours - kick back with the ye olde E.L.O. linkie ( it's good, trust me ! ), or get all young modern with the Silverchair clip below: