By "vintage" I do not mean older blog posts. Good grief, I'm not at that point yet. At least I hope not. No, I will attempt to delve back into my pre-adolescent mind and share some of the ramblings and angst that I experienced in seventh grade. If I need to, I MAY change names to protect the innocent.
Here we go.
Entry No. 1 - 12/27/1992
You're my 3rd diary that locks. My first one, I got 3 years ago from my grandma. Eventually my 2 brothers broke the lock and read it, and I have kept it hidden since. My second one was a birthday present 2 years ago when I turned 11. This one I just recieved for Christmas from my aunt and uncle. One thing I especially like about this diary, is that it doesn't put the date in for you. You write it in your self. That's good, because I probably won't write every day. You'll probably notice the space between entries. At least I won't waste paper. This seems like an English diary, the type my aunt & uncle would buy. They also gave me a pair of suede pants, a book called "The Children of Charlecote" and a necklace. More later! -Meg
Wow. Aside from the fact that this may be the most boring entry ever made by a 12 year-old, there's not much to this at first glance. There was a GLARING spelling error committed here, and I almost self-corrected, but I want to stay true to facts so I left it in. I'm pleased at my ability to successfully use contractions properly.
Honestly, I am not sure about the locked diary thing, but my memory 18 years ago was probably much more clear. I do remember dealing with the problem of diaries with pre-written dates. It always made me feel like such a failure.
Suede pants, huh? I believe they were purple culottes. They were all the rage, I'm sure.
I think there's time for one more.
Entry No. 2 - 2/8/93
I never told you who I like. No one had better be reading this! I like [name withheld]. He's kindof a femme, but he's a babe! He plays piano and he's REALLY good! I mean it! Like the best in the school! He's got a good voice too. He's really nice. He goes to my new church Evangelical Free. I never knew him before because he went to the Christian school. My Dog is being innocent after a crime. I know she's up to something. She's kissing my leg and I'm wearing leggings! She just nose printed my diary! [Initials of crush] is a BABE! Stars & Stripes Forever Man! Dogiss! Maggie! -Meg
|This is a recreation of the illustration I added to this entry.|
One last interesting note - I mentioned that I was wearing leggings. I believe these are back in style for some people. Does this mean an imminent return of suede purple culottes worn over tights? One can only dream...