I was speaking to a friend about the idea of diaries today, and it got me thinking about my own. Here's a sneak into my pre-pubescent years (I have no problems sharing them with you, as I was too young to think about anything more interesting than hating my family and having crushes on boys). Additional commentary is provided in brackets, which are not to be confused with parentheses or quotation marks, since I actually knew how to use them. Spelling errors and poor punctuation remain intact.
Saturday, March 3, 1990
Dear Diary,
Hi. I don't think the world of Fred [Savage] anymore. I [heart] Jordan. He's from "New Kids on the Block." Also, when I look at Randy, I feel ... well ... good. I hope his emotions for me (if he has any) are strong, because I have very strong feelings for him.
Things aren't going to good at home. Samantha, Ryan, Mom, Dad, and Geo are sometimes trouble. But I'm used to it. Also, I wish I could see Ricardo more often.
Your writer,
Breain
Sunday, May 27, 1990
Dear Diary,
I hate my mother and Samantha, my sister. They don't care about me. All my mom worries about is if I don't listen to her.
Also, a long time ago, I dumped Jordan for
JOE MCINTYRE!
He is so cute. I want to marry him!
I saw Ricardo today tossing a ball. When I passed, he called me a Brain. If I was such a brain, I wouldn't have all these problems.
Breain
Wednesday, May 30, 1990
Dear Diary,
Today was the Fun in the Sun. There was lots to do, but most of the time, all I did was look, and follow,
Randy Lee Wooten
He's not a new name, Diary. Well, I gotta go. Bye.
Breain
Thursday, May 16, 1991
Dear Diary,
I'm in love with a boy named Scott Ramos. This is what I know.
Name: Scott Ramos
Age: 11-12
Hair: black
Eyes: brown
One word description: babe
This is no mistake!
Number: 247-1140
My only contact is Karen. Wish me luck. This guy is mine...at least, I hope so. Randy and Jason were fantasys. Reality came to me, and it came in the form of Scott Ramos.
[Heart]
Breain
Sunday, June 2, 1991
Dear Diary,
Scott was a mistake. But this guy isn't. (Hopefully.) I dream about him, daydream about him. I can't get him out of my mind. He's called Church Boy (C.B.) because I don't know his name.
I know this is brief, but soon all will be revealed. Soon, I repeat.
Breain
Monday, August 19, 1991
Dear Diary,
Hi. How are you? I'm fine. Well, that's exaggerated. I feel rotten. Probably look rotten, too. Because I didn't wash the table right, Dad (who else?) blows up at me! "The only things you want to remember are from your books. That's gonna change!" So he made me get out my 3 collections, and put them on the kitchen table. Then he put them in a garbage bag. He (Dad) said he could make a bundle giving them to the thrift store, 10 cents a book. I hate my Dad the [insert nasty expletive]. Here's why.
1.) He took my books away.
2.) He's giving them away.
3.) He thinks "SWEET VALLEY HIGH" has sex in it, when he took a magazine and gave a gave a woman a 2 penises.
But 1 of the biggest reasons is that, like tons of other people, he thinks all I care about is reading, when the truth is, I have lots of interests. Here there are: (In no order)
1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Music
4. Singing
5. Baby-sitting
6. Journalism
7. Soccer
8. Volleyball
9. Computers.
10. Running.
11. Styles in hair/fashion
12. art
The other reason is that parents are mad because their kids read too little, but mine are mad because I read too much I'll hate my dad forever. Here my signature for that declaration of independence and to close my entry. Bye!
X [insert handwritten signature, complete with a star to dot my "i"] H.W.
X Frema P.
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Note: My dad never really gave the books away. He hid them in our basement for two months before giving them back.
That's completely precious and sweet. Thanks for sharing them. Who in the world could think Sweet Valley High was naughty? You should have made your dad read them -- as punishment for taking them away.
-- Mel
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