Wednesday, May 31, 1995
Let me start with Mon- I ran like 3 miles and roller bladed 1 mile. At 9:30 I got a call from Valerie my pen pal. It was so neat to hear her voice. I miss her. We’re going to camp the same week but different areas. I’ll get to see her still.
Tues- The fifth graders came to OG. I had my sister’s group. It was cool.
Wed- I got to read the part of Anne from the play The Diary of Anne Frank. I hate Karie G. She told people that I’m spreading rumors about her being pregnant. I wish I never met her.
On Sunday I saw my cousins. It’s been 1 1/2 years since I saw them last. They didn’t even say hi to me and my sister. What jerks!
Notes: OG stands for my middle school Oak Grove.
I know, I know, I know. It’s been weeks since my last Mortification Monday. What can I say? Mondays have not been kind to me and then of course there is NaNoWriMo which might be killing me.
And because this Monday is especially mean, there will be no video.
May 22nd, 1995
Looking back, today was pretty cool. I got to miss half the school day to go on a boat trip. It was for all the kids who had honor roll all year. My sister is pretty neat. She has been nicer to me lately because I’ve been nice to her. She won her softball game tonight. I’m pretty good friends with Julie whose sister plays on my sisters team. She plays softball too, only on Morrow Tech (the red team). We played tag with little kids and we talked. She’s nice. I know my sisters been reading this. I can’t stop her but if I can catch her she’ll get in trouble. Oh, this girl on her team has a really fine older brother but he is in high school and I’m only in middle school. It’s not that I like him, I just think he was cute. Mom’s pretty cool in her own way. Melissa and I are good friends. My science teacher is really nice. I messed up on one part of a science test and she let me retake that part. I went from a 64-F to a 90 B. Most of my teachers are nice and like me. I’ve had a better self-attitude lately maybe because I’m happy for who I am, not what I’m not. I smile in the mirror and have faith in myself. I have better grades, too. My sister is mean to the kitten but when the kitten get’s big she’ll hater her and like me.
We’ll, that was pretty boring and I totally glossed over the fact that we got a kitten.
In which I confess my fears of never writing a novel, not voting for myself for the All-Star game, and pretty much throw a giant pity party.
This will be quick because I have a baseball game to obsess over. If you listen carefully you can hear my dogs barking like jerks in the background.
It’s still Monday over here on the West Coast, so there’s still time for a late edition of Mortification Monday.
Monday, the 15th of May, 1995
I had a softball game tonight. We won but we didn’t play well. Last week was a good game. I had my first double play. I was so happy. Yesterday great grandma and grandpa came over. They annoy me but there’s nothing I can do about it. Mom and dad yell a lot. Maybe that’s where I get my bad temper from. Like tonight mom didn’t shut the door to the garage tight and the dog and the cat were in there when dad came home with us. And he was yelling that bugs and a snake were probably in the house. My parents don’t understand how stressed out I get. I’m stressed because I have all these big tests and I need to make straight A’s. They don’t know about what goes on in school. I hurt inside when my teachers, friends, and classmates make jokes or talk about me. They don’t know / how it hurts when they yell, fight and brag/ say things like “Your sister slid home and was safe” or “Your sister won the science fair and got an Exemplary at Districts” or “You should be able to do this math or these chores.” Basically I have n o social life. There are no guys who would call me okay or be friendly with me. I don’t have the looks to make a guy turn his head or smile. Maybe at Lutheridge I can make a pretend life- new name. Make people like me.
Today’s entry comes from May, 15th 1995. I confess my grades, my wishes for high school, and bathing suit shopping.
In which I continue to agonize over my crush on Aaron and reference the Oklahoma City Bombing.
Tuesday, April 22
Let me start w/Fri- I bragged to all my friends about the concert ad went to prayer group. Sat I had a softball game and helped Nana and Mom get the house ready for my confirmation. Friday night I had Confirmation rehearsal and dinner. Pastor gave me a light bulb (as a gag gift) becuz I need to see the light and the light isn’t on upstairs. Sun-my confirmation. All sorts of relatives came it was fun. As I stood at the alter couldn’t keep a straight face and I was shaking. We had a party and I got $90, a ring, and earrings. On Monday I realized that I don’t like Aaron xcept as a friend. I met this new guy Russel who’s really nice (7th grade) and has the bluest eyes. We’re friends. Jennifer wants us to get together but I don’t know if I like him. I had to give up a babysitting job for Travis on Sat nite becuz I’m going to Busch Gardens w/band.
Notes: I’m too distracted by the grammar and spelling crimes to comment on anything.
Today’s entry reads like my first attempt at writing romance novels as I profess my love for Aaron. I also profess my love for Reba McEntyre.
In which I confess how I hate everyone.