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Tuesday, October 24th, 2017
Dear Diary,
Dear Dean Fucking Winchester,
Dear future Dean,
Dear Future Me,
My English teacher Mr. Ketch is making the whole class write letters to our future selves. ON TOP OF ALL THE OTHER HOMEWORK HE ASSIGNS US.
What a dick.
So, in this post or letter or whatever you want to call it, I’m supposed to tell you what’s happening in my life right now. The next entries are just random thoughts and feelings or whatever... maybe stories and life lessons I guess?
He said the purpose of this is to look back on these letters in 10 years or so, and just read about what it was like to be 16. And that's nice and all, but it’s still a stupid and pointless idea and I don’t want to do it.
But, the good thing is he isn't actually going to read these, so I can pretty much say whatever I want.
Anyway… I’m not really sure how to start this, but my name is obviously Dean Winchester. I am an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and I’ve never killed anyone.
I am 16 years old, but I turn 17 on January 24th. I live in Lawrence, Kansas. I go to Lawrence High School and I am a Junior. My favorite subject is Math and my least favorite is Art. I’m still not sure If I want to go to college but if I did, I've always liked fixing and building things so maybe something that has to do with that.
My favorite tv show right now is Dr. Sexy. Side note, Season 5 Episode 8. When Dr. Ellen Piccolo slapped the shit out of that new doctor, I felt that.
If anyone is reading this other than future me, I will deny it.
Anyway, I drive a 1967 Impala. I’m hoping Dad will pass it on to me someday. We all call her Baby. She’s a big part of the family.
I’ve been dating Cassie Robertson since May. We’d been flirting since January though. In class, we always laugh when Ketch says the word “bloody”. It’s the funniest thing.
For Cassie and my first date, we went to a park and just walked around and talked. It was actually nice. She’s not like my past girlfriends.
We’re supposed to go out on a date this Friday after my wrestling meet, but I’m not sure yet where I want to take her. Maybe we can just cook at her place. Unlike most of my family: I can cook. I think it would be better than going to a movie or something, and besides, her parents being gone is the perfect time to- you know what.
What else….oh, I know a lot of people at school, but I wouldn’t consider myself popular. I hang out mainly with my three best friends: Benny, Charlie, and Kevin. I live with my brother, Sam, and my dad, John, in Kansas; my dad’s a project manager for a power plant and my Mom was a dentist.
In November, it will be a year and a half since Mom died. It was in May when some idiot crashed into her on her way to pick me up from this group thing.
They never did find the person who did it.
Hope they rot in hell whoever they are.
They traded my mom's life in for a few minutes shaved off of their commute.
Lawrence named one of the streets ‘Mary’.
At first, we avoided that one intersection as much as we could, but we stopped when we realized that a lot more people loved her than just us. They even held a vigil that lasted for months after.
I guess being the town dentist had that effect on people.
Yes, and we still get the occasional casserole even now. Our freezer is full of them.
I guess another good thing that happened out of that situation was that we now have cameras at all the intersections in town. So, if something like that happens again, they'll catch the idiot.
It took Dad and I a long time to repair the damages. We ended up carving ‘Mary’ into the bumper.
That was actually Sammy’s idea.
For a while, Dad had his eyes on moving out of Kansas, but I think he realized that this house was a way to still be close to Mom and all the memories. She was the one who put up all the pictures in the house. She picked the house out and painted the outside banana yellow. Dad would always call it snot yellow when he thought she wasn't listening, but I think he’s grown to like it.
Since she died, he’s thrown himself into his job more. At first, I thought it was just a phase when he started bringing his work home, but this phase has been going on for almost a year and a half now with no signs of stopping.
So, I guess I should start talking about things that recently happened. Well, I just made the wrestling team, my friend Benny was the one who got me interested in it last year. You don’t really try out at my school. You just gotta be passing all your classes and be in good health. The training was intense at first but I pushed through. It took me a while to get the okay from my Dad and I worked a lot with Benny over the summer so I couldn’t just quit. It’s been good so far. Our first meet is this Saturday. Dad hasn’t come to any of my practices yet, but that still doesn’t stop him from giving me pointers. He didn’t wrestle, but being in the army when he was younger has given him an advantage I guess.
The only thing that hasn't been going great is the fact that I’ve lost 10 pounds since the season started at the beginning of the month.
I’m not really sure what’s going on.
I’ve been eating like crazy. Weirdly, a lot of oranges. Sam’s kind of pissed because he likes them and usually my dad and I don't touch them. Lately though, I can’t get enough of them. I don't know if this is related but I’m also always thirsty too and I’ve been peeing a whole bunch. I told Sam about the symptoms and he told me, “Well, don’t drink so much water, stupid.”
I wish I could stop, but I can’t.
It’s like I have this insatiable thirst that suddenly hits me and I can’t get enough water. Sammy got kind of worried after I told him that and told me that I should tell Dad. Honestly, I’m sure it’s probably my body adjusting to everything but... I can admit that it’s still weird. I’m not sure if I want to tell Dad because I don’t think it’s serious yet. It’s just annoying.
Oh yeah and speaking of Sammy, in the future, don’t let him con you into always calling him Sam. It’s lame, and he will forever be Sammy to me. I guess he thinks since his age is into the double digits, he’s all grown up. I’m definitely calling him that every chance I get when he’s a freshman next year.
I’m sure right now he’s hanging out with his friend, Sarah, studying for what I can assume, is another test. They’re two peas in a nerd pod if you ask me. Sammy says he doesn’t like her like that, but he and I know that’s not true.
He’s smart, but sometimes he can be an airhead about certain things.
Actually, the airhead man and he sort of look like each other. When I mention her, his face gets super red. It’s the funniest thing. It didn’t always use to be like that, so it’s why I know he’s totally crushing on her.
I’m not sure what else to talk about. It’s really weird having a one-sided conversation. Is this how all letters are going to be like? See, who's going to answer that, huh?
I gotta go. My Dad is taking Sammy and me to Tessa’s Diner for dinner. Best spot in town.
Rock and roll,
Dean.