Today started the school, I’ve almost finished the newspaper. Ah, fuck. My life’s a piece of shit. Ich bist dum und ihr seid schuld. Well, let’s go watch “Ausgerechnet Chicago”.
Yea, the life isn’t such shit as it looks like, but it’s a shit, though.
Wonderful. Today I get the lyrics of some (two) Met. songs I ain’t got. Fuck!

Yesterday Krischa killed my bike’s three speeds, and I drived an Audi for the first time in my life and did it good for the first time.
Today brother get two unauthorized records of Metallica - there are such songs as Am I Evil?, Blitzkrieg, Helpless, The Small Hours, The Wait, Crash Course in Brain Surgery, Last Caress/Green Hell.
Wonderful Wonderful Wonderful Wonderful (total 26)
I received two discs of Met. from Sandijs and a letter from Girts Kublins, a boss of the D.Project in Riga. Well. Everythinx great!!!
Brother presented a lather shaving crem. Thanx. Tomorrow got to go to country. Bu ha ha.

Krischa already has such shoes. It’s bad, but it’s not the worst.
Today I played basket for three hours. Great. Sandy still isn’t home & I want to know where is he. Where the fuck is the Rodman stickers. Now I’m starting to think that they will never come. Knight Rider is on the air, Blümchen, too. Fuck. Cher promised to take me to the sea, but he didn’t, well - maybe he didn’t get the car from his father. Tomorrow is the big computer day. Today came Herb, too.

Today I received this whole book. The 02. money thing was a bogus, I figured it with my left. 04. Ilzīte - I met her for a moment somewhen after it and she was happy - so I wasn’t the cause for her sadness. 05. NOW it’s only four days ’til the school. 06. And if I’m taking a rest with nothing done, I want nothing to do after it, I want to to lay down and watch TV. 07. Rage Against The Machine will be erased as soon as possible. 21. Well, it’s kind of a talk with an other man, not in such obvious form, like “dear diary”. 27. It’s all fucking crap. Does anybody want to know it, is interested in it? No way!
Today I get my new school books (only one)
know that we’ll have 8Mb RAM in the computer on 2nd floor.
played basketball.
met Cher. He’s thickie thick and will go to Effect. Now what do I really hate are the coverversions - if the original is good then why make a worse copy of it, beweisen, that you ain’t got anything by yourself. If the original is good and the coverversion makes it perfect, then OK, but sowieso… But such ficking things as JBO’s Schlaf, Kindlein, Schlaf what’s made of Metallica’s Enter Sandman or Sperminator of Terminator, or Eine sexisch nette Familie or somewhat - for what? I agree only with such cool coverversions or parodies like Hot Shots, Naked Gun, what are really top-notch, but never with sucking shits.
Hey, little darling… etc. by Aerosmith.
Bye at 0.37. It’s only FOUR days. Countdown runs.
Now I want to buy Kelmes Exterminator shoes for basket.
A fuck yeah to all crew fuckers & good night.

Finished the most part of SM21. Cher is back. Kazha isn’t back. I think that FidoNet isn’t back, too. Well - let’s see tomorrow.

The summer has coming to an end.
has finished.
is over. Fuck! I don’t like that. The world is so cruel. I’ve got to get into school choir, school theatre, radio & the newspaper will take my whole forces too, & maybe I must go to maths to advanced course to get best chances to get in SSE. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I must make the best out of everything & no fucking with friends, TV & other fucking things. Work & only. Let’s try it.

Yep. I buyed the yashma - stone of wise eye or something.

Tomorrow it’s some kind of drinking in the school and I better not go there. Rather I go by bike to Tuya. Swim, John, swim! Today I’ll return the A. Morissette record. I didn’t clear the windows so good my mother wanted because I couldn’t. I did my best, but that’s not good enough.
Bye. I’m going to Tuya and I’ll be back at 24th, the market day (was it?).

Got Metallica’s Kill ‘Em All from Sandijs. Their first album is not as good as it’s sequels, but - hell, what? - it’s great for a first album. I don’t like their obsession with metal sound, Metallica, war, death, fans and leather in lyrics. But - they were only 18-19 years old. The guitars are working perfect in their hands. Wow. Today: my bike’s back wheel broke; I finished the window painting; purchased a present for Herbert; swimmed in Lielezers; painted walls in radio; did a lot of fucking things like watching TV; listened to Karakums and other.
Well, other people write their diaries in “Dear Diary” form or kind of that. I’m doing it a bit other way - I’m writing this in a form of a letter - oh, well, in form of a normal diary, noticing the most important and interesting adventures in the current day! Ok, let’s go to work now. And to sleep ten or kind of a minutes later.

Fuck! My Gilettes cassette is lost! World is a big piece of shit. It ain’t good. I’ve got nothing to do and that what I must do I don’t want to. I think I know the problem. I must sleep a bit then it will be alright. Today: painted (for three hours) the windows; received Alanis Morisette cassette from Girts, a colleague in 1st vsk.; realized I got more than 50 cassettes. It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife…

Well, tomorrow I’m going to Riga again. The computercentre is destroyed and there’s no hope to play games & type the newspaper. So, I go to kick everybody.

Now I know, Lobo Marunga was his name. But do you really give a shit anyway?
At 19.00 I’ll go to see some friends, buy bread & maybe play some basketball, so I’ve got a bit time to tell you all I’ve done in the past five days.
10th of August. Well you can make a story out of this, called “It started with Liāna, well, uh, that’s not a good heading for such amazing (maybe) story.” Fuck! Now, why don’t you sit right back and I will tell you a tell. We got to Umurga and picked up a pair of boys and their mother. There was one more guy, who didn’t want to join because of my brother who had a victory in one mind game in school, where he stayed in second place. Kind of a - well, das ist mir egal. That day we visited the TotEierQuelle (there was water with such odor). We stopped at a lake and swimmed a bit. My head started to ache at the same time and I said: “Fuck!” We together 10 people stoppen in eine Wiese und schlafen dort. Yea.
11th of August. We got up and drived to a labyrinth of Alas, a forest museum (remember -the name of the cool tree was HĪBA, made in Japan) & got to Kolka (finally!). Well, that’s almost all - in the evening I walked to relatives.
12th of August. Took a walk in Riga - purchased a Metallica poster, a T-shirt for Liāna (SM,RT&L3v), Kill ‘Em All by Metallica (btw, Unforgiven is on the air meanwhile) & purchased The Night Shift by Stephen King (is his name spelled STETHEN, like they print in the book? I’m not sure, so I put P instead of T). I got to go soon so I’ll keep it short.
13th of August. Purchased RHCP’s BSSM (blood sugar sex magik).
14th of August. Drived back to Limbazhi. In Ragan, bus boomed, I walked three kms, hitchhiked a car, in Bīriņi hitched a second one, before Ausmas got on a bus and drived safely to Limbazhi. Well that’s all. Liāna isn’t coming and I must drive now. Bye “dear diary” (you’d better go and fuck yourself).
So I did all. Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Liāna came, took her shirt. Too bad, the same time here was Crab. If we were alone, maybe something would have happened (I’m writing this sentence only for trying out some harder forms of English grammar. I hope I wrote the last sentence correct). Well, that’s all, folks, for today. Bye. Ah, yea, I did purchase black jeans. Wow, that’s really cool. Now, bye.

Gobo Marunga, du bist ein cooler Kerl. Why the fuck did I sleep until 8.10? Ok, that’s not so bad. Ok, “dear diary” wait me home at Wednesday. Bye.

Yea! That’s the way I want to live my life! That’s great! Yesterday I got to Tuya. Today I met Hetfield on the beach and decided to join him in ride to Limbazhi. I arrived in Limbazhi just in the moment, when Liāna walked away, with no hope left to meet me. That was great because I felt the same way. My head ached and I feeled very shitty. But now everythinx OK, I did everything. Yea. I hope that my company partners will not kill me for this not such a good step. I hope, but I’m not so sure. Well, I’ll tell nothing about it, I try to. But they’ll find it out in another way, that’s for sure. OK, enough of that fucking crap. So – tomorrow I’ll go to Kolkas rags, that must be great! So a fuck yeah to all crew fuckers who’ll join the ride to K.R. Yea, and I saw a movie today, too. The guy fucked a girl, OK, OK, made love to her and he was cool. Now I know… And, yeah, Sunday I’ll go to Riga and spend a few days there. After that it will be time for the hard work. I’ve hurted my leg elbow, what’s it name in English? I really don’t know. Well, do you really give a shit anyway (DYRGASA)? So enough of that nonsense. It’s time for a new one.
So the fucking headache that doesn’t leave me for two days since swimming with Hetfield in the sea. I hate it.
Now it’s time to end. I love to talk too much and it’s not good. Bye.

Oh yeah, and for what? The Zack is still in Tuya. But the main thing was two albums of Metallica I got from Sandijs - …And Justice For All and Ride The Lightning. Now what I really hate is that Rage Against The Machine ain’t that good to leave them in the cassette, but I must to, because of the honor to them. Maybe someday I’ll erase the record. It’s late one more time and I’ll go to sleep.

The days go and go and all I’ve done is a fucking small article about Metallica. OK, it’s not that bad because it’s not my fault, Zacks going away with they kay and all that shit. Well, actually it is that bad. But that’s not a big problem. You know, I’m feeling uncomfortable, if I’m taking a rest and I ain’t got a big thing done before the pause. Yea, it seems like I’m a workacholic. Now it’s late and I must go to sleep, so I can wake up early.

Dear Diary, please go and fuck yourself. Today I was in school and wrote the article Metallica – the best disc of summer. It is less than a month remaining until the school and this is NOT MUCH! I fell in love with the light in your eyes and I believed that summer will go on and on for the rest of my life. Somewhen Crab will join me. The Olympiad is going to an end – sad, but true. Gloria Estefan is singing the final song – if I could reach higher, I could be stronger – not that I hadn’t try my very best, I’ve put my spirit to the test. I don’t know it’s name. Yea, everywhen something ends you feel sad, kind of a – losing something and it belongs to the human nature. You must feel the pain, so you can beter feel the difference between joy and pain. Am I right? Huh? Yea, the closing ceremony is great. Americans know how to do such things. Das muss kesseln! (taken from Werner Beinhart movie part 2). I had a book like this once and then I learned to write the letter f like I do it today. Now – but this is just a thing called „sakritība” in Latvian – I’m trying to write e, with that sharp edge, instead of e, without. This gonna be harder, because the two symbols don’t differ that much, as did the first two. Now it’s late (22.10) and I must go to sleep after the closing ceremony is over. Now, bye. I must do some other things now.

Yesterday I was in Big Sea’s fest and it was great. „Bull” riding, bungee jumping, watercycling and many more. Me, Jacob and Dagnis heard Metallica’s Ronnie, Storch jumped bungee and Rex Nebular rided the „bull”. Aw yea, what the fuck. Here now wasting time & nrg got to get it out of your mind. Maybe I’ll go to I-B today at 18.00. What the fucking crap is it, printed on 02.08? This is nonsense, because I will make it. I hadn’t no problem ‘til yet that I hadn’t dealed with. At 12.30 I’ll go to see if there are any basketball players in the stadium. Maybe I can join ‘em. Sandijs ain’t got the album Kill ‘Em All by Metallica. That sucks, but we’ll make it. Now, must do my new 5 minute exercises and go to the I love this game. But why Rūča yesterday was so unhappy? Nobody knows.
Today I landed with my Kelmes in mud. The socks were dead, and I throwed them away. So I didn’t go to I-B, instead I’ll buy the lamp for my bicycle. I was riding… Liāna wants the same T-shirt as do I have & does Crab. Let’s do it. But now I make cut & go to get clear with my money things. Everythinx okay. Now bye, ‘til morgen, when I must go to school.

Hello. This is a sequel to Dienasgrāmata. So, here we are. I have only 5 lats and plenty of problems. Tomorrow I’ll go to Lielezera fest – let’s count – 1Ls for enter, 2Ls (max) for snacks, so, 1,5Ls for NBA Dennis Rodman & Co, 20Ls for jeans, 5Ls for Riga, together it will be… uh, like… ah, yeah, 1.5Ls for Imanta-Babīta on 04.VIII, so it will be 20+11, OK 15Ls=35Ls. Fuck. Ok, I have those 20 lats for jeans and 5 for those 15. OK, I can take up to 15 from my company’s money, so long I can keep it, but how will I give it back? Only on the 17th of August. It’s left – totally zero. I must make a party on the 6th of September, make photos after it – it will cost another approx. 15-20Ls. Let’s face it, we can check it out. Income+base capital=55, the money I must give away=35+15 to company=50. Yea! On paper it looks terrible, but how can I handle it in real life? Life is so expensive. OK, it’s enough for the first time. I hope I can go through this fucking thing. Oh yeah, and the party’s money? What is with that? I hope, I’ll repeat, I HOPE that everything will be allright. Let’s go do something.

Got to get the magneto. Got to go to Ledurga. Next day got to go to Riga. Got to go to McĀbols. Got to go to Ricoh. Maybe, got to go to Junior Achievement. Got to go to LaBA. Got to go to Mana. Got to go to fuck to myself to the to death to shut to lay to down to close to eyes to sleep to until to the to morning…

Got to go to Limbazhi. Got to go to Hetfield. Got to get the Die Harder. Got to see the video. Got to goin’ on. It grips you so hold me. Get down - get down and move it all around.

Sapņoju par balto kamieli, kas dēj baltas bumbiņas. I’m riding on a sun! Let’s go to Riga - today or somewhere else in this week. Or in next one. Actually - 25th of July. Žu prī sī galenterī? Do šūr ūr unt manufaktūr! Three golden S - Story, Suspense, Surprise. For T-shirts (c) MCMXCVI, smf mmg sia. Brauc h ar manu riteni, un tad dirsa sāp pēc tam 2 dienas. Write your dream in your book, fellow!

Call Chair, call McĀbols, call Boss, go to the Hetfield, ask photothinx. Go fuck yourself. So, you’ll not believe, whom I saw today! Puika & Shoemaker by the post office, for the first, well, second time together (before my eyes). I bicycled to Vidrizhi in 60 minutes. Trading Metallica albums and waiting for my magneto to return from repairs. Fucking hell - tūlīt Schwan būs tukšs, atkal!

I want Cathedral : Cathedral (1991)! If I don’t get it I will kill myself (maybe). Yea, on the catwalk, on the catwalk. Šodien kauč kas neklapē ar avīzēm. Everything that has to be done without computer seems to be done & I’ve got nothing to do.

New week, new life. Not this time. Šonedēļ beigās magneto laikam būs ready. Shodien - today my watch was kinda dead - he’s doing such things pretty often, and I don’t like it, fuck him. Yea. Everyone seems to feel the sickness, everyone seems to need the cure.