My Mumbling Thoughts

Over the Christmas holiday I ordered the book, Cringe by Sarah Brown. Reading other people's personal journal entries from back in the day inspired me to rifle through some of my old journals that I've been stowing away in my bedside table. I have since been sitting on the sofa and reading page after page of my melodramatic teenage self. It's HILARIOUS. And so funny that occasionally if I find a real gem (well, they're all really 'gems' now aren't they?), I'll post it up here for a good hearty laugh. Starting with my first week of high school....because where else is a better start?

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This lovely entry was written a week after my first day at school. I wrote a previous journal entry already talking about Micah McSwaine and how I "fell for him immediately." Yes, so hard that I couldn't even spell his name right. Then I proceed to go on about all of the things that have been keeping me so busy from writing in my journal every day. I was lame. And apparently didn't realize that I, too, would one day end up living in an apartment. All misspelled words and improper use of punctuation has been left in to show how bad of a writer I was. I REALLY loved the comma.

8-28-99 1:22p.m.

Man o man, I haven't written in a very long time. I don't even think I wrote about my first day of school. Okay, I did. I've just been really tired.

A bunch of stuff has happened. First of all, school is okay. I hate gym, and love english. Spanish is okay, and Interior Design is borring. I told you about Micha, right? Yeah. Anyway, not much has happened between him and I. I'm just the "brain" who sits behind him, hoping that he'll turn around, and say, "Hi. I'm Micha. What's your name?" I've dreamed about it constantly but of course in the real world, you have to make your dreams come true. Maybe, who knows; fate just might bring us together and we'll have to do an english project together. That's just too perfect.

Other than my not so love life, I got a room change. Mom took me to J.C.P, and I found the coolest bedset. They came [in the mail] not even after a week, and now I love them. It's sooo cool. All I need, is my desk, and I'll have the perfect bedroom. I don't know why I think this, but I think if I get a desk, my grades will sky rocket. Maybe it's just me.

Things are pretty good at home. I'm still getting used to that Mom has to work [the] 2nd [shift], and I have to be in charge. All I can say, is that it'll help me, and not hurt me. Mel and I get in a lot more arguements, but as usual, we patch them up. I'm very lucky to have a sister like her. Of course, she can't know it. That would be too "Full House" like.

Mom said that I could start calling Isabel twice a week. Wait, twice a month. Yeah. We would just switch off. She would call one week, then I would call the next. That sounds pretty good to me.

You know, when I think about it, I have a great life, and I should be grateful for it. A lot of people don't live like I do. Half of the people on my bus live in apartments. That's sad.

Well, I'm very sorry I haven't written in awhile. I've been very tired. I'll try and do better from now on. Write ya later.

- Samantha