I'm reading through my old high school journals tonight, surprised at how little has changed. Some stuff still doesn't make sense, and somethings that I promised I'd change are still part of me.
Here's a good one, circa 8th grade:
April 6 2002
...I want to list my favorite things. So here goes:
- Sleeping in a nightgown
- Looking at the stars
- Warm bread straight from the oven
- Playing with my baby bunny
- Taking my hot feet out of tight pointe shoes after a long hard class
- Traveling to California
- The first fresh days of spring
- The smell of a Christmas tree
- When you've had a nice hot day in Disneyland, and you have a pink lemonade and some fresh cool fruit
- When you get a haircut and your neck just breathes....
Some real revelation from sophomore year:
March 25 2004
I have been out of it all day. I woke up at four this morning and grabbed a huge bag of sunflower seeds. Sat down at my kitchen table with a spoon.
I have decided that people generally are not evil....
And nothing sums up the hormones of adolescence better than this gem of a poem:
N.D.
So mysterious
Defined chin
And cheekbones
Golden floppy hair
Sticky, warm brown eyes
Every time you open your mouth
I imagine you saying,
"You sex kitten."
But all I hear is,
"What did you get for the magnesium problem?"
Grin.
2 remarks:
How in the world did you sound so smart and so similar to how you are now, in 2002?!! Just this week, I was looking at my diary from back then and I was still dotting my exclamation marks with hearts and adding z's to every other word.
Innate wonder girl, you are. I called it ;)
Oh my gosh, as usual I love it all. But especially the poem!!
Maybe I will copy you and write about a few excerpts from my adolescent journal in future posts on Jenn Writes :)
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