[Note: This is the beginning of my “Private Journal”—with the declaration “Do Not Read”—though I suspect the statute of limitations has long passed. Interesting note, my handwriting here has changed from cursive to very legible ALL CAPS. I will, however, type this with small case letters.]


My name is Randolph Scott Russell. (17) I am writing a journal for my senior year in high school. Or at least this summer. Maybe some day I will publish it and call it “Senior Year.” Why am I starting now? Your senior year starts at the end of your junior year, right? I did not start right then because I was not inspired to do so. Now I am inspired. Why? Probably the date: 7/7/77!! Wow!! (7) Seven is not MY lucky number (eight is) but seven is A lucky number, so fuck it. I'll start late.

Enough of this bullshit, though. Why AM I writing a journal? In the words of the fictional character, Henry Reed, “Diaries are for girls, so I am writing a journal.”

What will my journal be about? Adventures, philosophies, beliefs, complaints, and just all kinds of interesting shit. Right now I'll tell you my philosophy of life, plain and simple: Have Fun. Period. This is a bit oversimplified, but it always holds true. Everything I do is for fun. And the best way to do this is to have a good sense of humor and be able to laugh about everything. I know I can't do that, but I try. Lord knows I try. I'll try to write most of this journal about fun I have. And I have a lot of it. In many different ways. I hate introductions, too. You are hoping to turn the page and see the actual journal start. I'm tired of writing this shit, so, OK.