Here it is, friends: the second installment of a series where I share tidbits from journals I kept during some of the most awkward times of my life.
Before we take a dive into the mind of a pubescent, I’d like to share with you a recent awkward moment:
Yep. That’s me in the top right corner. With white eyeshadow I thought added a touch of Gaga but turned out to look more like a sunglasses tan. This is really just to remind myself that I will likely be perpetually awkward in all that I do. I’m starting to embrace this part of myself, and accept that I’m pretty much just a late bloomer!
Anyway, the first installment of this little series, which you can read here, was inspired by a lovely little diary I kept in grade school. But this one, my friends, is going to be a real treat, straight from the mouth of a fourteen year old. I’m still recovering from perusing this particular journal, by the way!
Let us begin . . .
Bare with me journal I’m not good at keeping diaries. Are you my journal or diary? Journal. Diary is too girly, and I won’t say Dear Diary or Dear Journal cuz that’s just annoying and it gives me goosebumps. So anyway Donegal and I are writing a X-Men II version of our own. It pretty cool.
I’m moving in 20 days. Sad but sweet–bittersweet.
I love my handwriting.
Anyway, gotta go, I’m getting pooped!
(I think I might still have that Composition Notebook with our “screenplay”. Complete with illustrations. I might have to burn it.)
This is my super-sexy-star list (S.S.S):
Apolo Anton Ohno
Sean William Scott
I’ll add more tomorrow!
(I shared this entry with Wes and he asked “Who the heck is Sean William Scott?” When I simply replied “Stifler,” all Wes could say was “Oh my God.”)
Moxie: use in place of “cool”.
(You can also substitute the name Catherine for the word “cool”. Seriously)
Haven’t written in a while!
So we finished packing and we have moved to Missouri. More like Misery.
Except 4 1 thing.
And his name is Andrew Adkison. He’s the first cute guy I’ve seen in 2 weeks!
(He was a cute dude. No really, he was, and I know this because my ENTIRE diary talks about it.)
Yikes. There are many more entries, but they all go something like this: “So and so is sooo cute, but I’m dating so and so right now.” Can you say boy obsessed!? I had a fabulous vocabulary, too, using words like “pining” and . . . “butthole”. I have to admit, I’d start reading some entries and shout “Oohhhh gurrrrl!” and quickly slam the entry shut. Consensus: I was dorky, pimply, and I did not have it all figured out. But I know I wasn’t the only one.
You we’re like that too, right?