I am almost embarrassed to share this...

Everyday, people loose things.
Everyday, people find things.

Today...when looking for a planner I lost, I found a zip drive keychain thing that I had lost from...I want to say late middle school, early high school. Oh, I also found my planner. Lucky.

Today, I realized that I had also lost my mind that year.
I found a lot of really interesting files with papers, ideas, journals...and then I found this (please excuse the spelling, grammatical, and idiotic errors...I wanted to leave it in tact as it was when written years ago)...

"The scene opens with little man dressed in a banana costume standing downstage left holding a sign that says “applause”. He resembles the attitude of a jester or a labradore retriever. The audience applauses and the curtain opens as he exits stage left. Appearing on stage are twelve tap dancers, they sing, the music begins...Rockappela’s version of Bohemian Rapsidy.

tap dancer 1: galleleo
tap dancer 2: galleleo (echo’s-deep voice)
tap dancer 3: galleleo
tap dancer 4: galleleo (echo’s-deeper voice)
tap dancer 5: galleleo figero
tap dancer 6: and if he goes
tap dancer 7: go
tap dancer 8: go
tap dancer 9: go
tap dancer 10: go
tap dancer 11: go
tap dancer 12: I’m just a poor boy
tap dancer 4: nobody loves me
tap dancer 7: he’s just a poor boy
tap dancer 9: from a poor family
tap dancer 12: spare him his life
tap dancer 2: from this monstrosity
tap dancer 5: this awful travesty
tap dancer 10: easy come
tap dancer 1: easy go
tap dancer 6: will you let me go?
Tap dancer 9: they say no, we will not let you go
Tap dancer2: let him go
Tap dancer 11: they say no, we will not let you go
Tap dancer 4: let him go
Tap dancer 14: they say no, we will not let you go
Tap dancer 7: let me go
Tap dancer 6: we will not let you go
Tap dancer1: let me go
tap dancer 8: we will not let you go
tap dancer 4: they will never
tap dancer 7: never
tap dancer 11: never let me go
tap dancer 12: go
tap dancer 1: go
tap dancer 10: go
dap dancer 2: go
tap dancer 5: no
tap dancer 12: no
tap dancer 3: no
tap dancer 5: no
tap dancer 9: no
tap dancer 994: no
tap dancer 6: no
fat Mexican tap dancer : mama mia mama mia let me go
skinny French tap dancer: belezabub has a devil set aside for me
nerdy tap dancer: for me
tap dancer that looks like a mouse: for me…!!!!!!

(at this point all the tap dancers, which never actually tapped at all, take off all of there cute little outfits, undo their hair only to reveal that they all look like crazy rockers from the band KISS. They begin to run around on stage, head banging and throwing things while singing)

In unison : gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here, gotta get outta here (this repeats 54 more times)
Tap dancer in leather pants comes direct center downstage and points down to the audience. : so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?!?
(everyone stops for a brief moment and looks at the audience): stone me
(back to dancing)
tap dancer in black spandex leotard: so you think you can love me a leave me to dieoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOBAby, can’t do this to me baby
both leather and span: just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of heeeeeeere
fat Mexican bass comes down stage right and begins his __ sets of : “bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum”
unison: woooooooo
Skinny: brrm brrm brrm brrm, brrrrm brrrrm brrrrrm brrrr brrrrrrrm
Unison: oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. Ah ahh, ahhh.
Normal guy tap dancer that freakishly resembles corey matthews from that one Disney show comes downstage: nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters
5 tap dancers make a half circle behind him and lean over his shoulders as the sing in harmony:nothing really matters
corey matthews tap dancer: to me
cannon with four tap dancers: tap dancer four: just as if it doesn’t really matter
tap dancer 3: just as if it doesn’t really matter
tap dancer 2: just as if it doesn’t really matter (harmonized ooo’s in the background)
tap dancer 1: just as if it doesn’t really matter
(all tap dancers now in a line, arms around each other, swaying back and forth)
squeky tap dancers: brrhm brrhm brhmm
leave it all behind and face the truth and go on just as if it doesn’t really matter anymoooorrree (on this last word, everyone joins in in harmony. Fat Mexican hits deep bass note on a bmmm.)"


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I don't even know what to say. Welcome to the life of the ever so young and 'creative' me.