My mom and my brother and I were watching Beauty And The Geek and this commercial comes on with this little kid and shampoo and she's like "my buddy!" (about the shampoo). "What a loser" I say.
Then my mom started saying how I had some weird buddy when I was little, but can't remember what it is. Pshaw, right.
Anyway, I went to read my old diary to see if I could find any clues.
It was pretty hilarious. The first entry was my 9th birthday and it was 5:15. HA HA HA. 5:15, that's a Who song… get it? BWHAHA.
Then another entry I'm all "it snowed. the snow wasn't packing snow. it was a really crummy day!"
Then I started talking about my boyfriend. Ha ha. What boyfriend? He was actually a real kid that I knew. Not a fake one. Not George Glass. But he didn't know he was my boyfriend. I don't think I ever even talked to him.
Hmm… what else do we have here?
Ohh man. We had to go to Sudbury, so I missed five Pokemon episodes! Darn!
I apparently decided I'm only going to grade five so that I can graduate.
I thought "What rents' do after your asleep" sounds like a good title for a book.
Ah, good old days of playing MASH.
Oh my god! This BOY said I was cool! WHOA!
OH MY GOD! I'm doing a school project with BOYS!
Oh my god. This girl thought I was going out with this BOY! But actually we were just going to the library to research for our project. And not just me and him, it was a bunch of us! So you know, it was okay.
Y2K survival kit! …ha ha, a CASSETTE player!
I couldn't get to sleep because I was afraid Santa wouldn't get my letter.
I told myself to remember when this one boy's birthday was "(not that I like him)(because I don't)".
Ha ha. Now this is funny. I started writing out things I want in a guy, acting on advice from TWIST magazine. In he "must have" column it says "my age". Ha ha. Good job thinking twice on that one! Because now I know age only matters if you're cheese. Surprisingly, "smart" was only in the "nice to have" column.
Aww… how sweet, two of my friends got married.
Good thinking. I've decided to put off thinking about guys for awhile. I'm too busy for that now!
Uh oh. Next day I'm thinking about my boyfriend again. Bad, bad!
Aww, here's a poem/song/thing that I can post without fear that ANYONE will want to steal it:
If only I could change the past
If only life wasn't so fast
If only people would understand
If only Backstreet Boys were banned
Oh dear god. I am thanking no one in particular for being created. And I mentioned something about sperm. And HOW old was I exactly?!?!
GRR. These big kids put a bag over my head. I drew a picture of them with their heads fallen off. Serves them right!
Whoa. I'm so proud of myself. I stood up to someone.
Oh god. I wrote "LOL". In a diary. On PAPER.
Back in 2002 I made an entry about how stupid my old entries were. This seems to be a continuing hobby of mine.
Oh no. She's discovered the Monkees. "Hey town crier baby, what's happenin'?" is how I start my entry. HA. Some more quotes from this entry: "the grooviest band around", "Michael Nesmith is sooo hot!", "Man, is he HOT!!!", "MIKE WINKED AT THE CAMERA!!! *sigh* I loove him, he looked so hot".
I said "you can't do that!". But it wasn't funny at the time. Because I didn't like the Beatles. And I was afraid I couldn't go see Davy in concert! "So SCREW THEM!" I said. Not the Monkees. The people at Flamboro Downs (because I was afraid I couldn't get in since I was under 19). But no, not like that! Eww, I wouldn't be thinking about something like that! EWW. SICKO.
Alright. I've turned into Little Miss Emo now. My prediction for my future is that I'll be star of a sitcom, then it'll be cancelled, then I'll be washed up for a few years, then go crazy and kill someone, then disappear, then someone will write a movie about me (the psycho killer), and then I'll show up at the movie premiere and be arrested by robocops.
…right.
Ha ha. Then I was writing about reading my last entry. And I skimmed it quickly and I thought that I wrote about screwing the Monkees. HA. So I guess I can't blame you for being a sicko. You sicko.
But. The last page. Finally.
"I'll end on a happy note and say that I love George."
And that's the last entry. A few years back. When I decided to completely abandon my diary and just use my blog. Though, I did write a new short entry, just for old times sake, y'know? :)