Diary history
The first diary I ever owned is sitting in front of me, screaming to have its secrets revealed.
I've had diaries, journals, whatever, in some form since 1977. The first one I owned is small and pink and has a broken lock. I loved that thing.
I must not have liked my maiden entry, because the entire page had been erased and this was written over it...
Sunday, December 25 1977 (I had just turned eight years old)
dear diary,
today was Christmas and I got many presnts today I got easy bake oven and many more things.
Good news, good news.
The next day I was similarly self-conscious and I erased the entry before offering:
Monday, December 26 1977
today I made my first cake in my oven and saved it.
I'll bet that tasted good with a few days on it...
The next day I, again, had an entire entry written, but erased it and scrawled "NOTHING HAPPENED!" across that page. My God, what do you think was going on in my life that warranted three censored diary entries??
Awww yeah, here's the stuff:
Friday, January 11 1978
Dear Diary,
Today Donnie and Marie were on and Jenny spent the night. and Mr. Martin watched us through the windo!!!
I think Mr. Martin was our next-door neighbor, and I'm sure that he had nothing better to do than watch two eight-year-olds lust after Donny Osmond. Dramatic much?
Really, someone needs to teach me a little something about conflict in my writing:
Monday, January 14 1978
Dear Diary,
Today I watched little house on the prarie and it was good.
Uh oh...on this day my angst was such that I couldn't record the date.
Dear Diary,
Today we know all the letters in cursive, and my friend can't play anymore just because I cried cause I couldn't watch Donny and Marie and they said I was spoiled because her brother Jimmy let us watch the rest of it. but I can play without that old Jenny and Tracy. So there!
I remember that night CLEARLY. Being at Jenny's house, and the sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized it was Friday night and almost time for Donny & Marie, and that my friend's brother wasn't planning on watching it. And there was no other TV in the house. KISS OFF to whoever in that house called me "spoiled"!!! I didn't need to be called names...I needed a TiVo!!!
I should scan this entry because honestly, my handwriting is so bad it looks like I wrote it with my feet!
Friday, September 14 1978
today I went to a spegti dinner and kelly was in a dance called Disco.
VIVA LE '70s!!!!
Oh my. This one is written EXTREMELY NEATLY, capturing the controlled rage I felt as I wrote...
Thursday, September 27 1978
I hate Kelly! She is the worst friend there is in the whole world! I was playing with her and I said "I better go" so I left beacuse I had girl scouts, so when I got home my mother had the car so I called her back and she said she was playing with Matt and she calls him Matheww to show off she thinks she is so big because she thinks the back of her brownie star is her pet when its not even ALIVE and she acts all big with it! I hate her with all my might!!!
Look for more tension between Kelly and I very shortly...I took abuse from this girl until we moved away...
Saturday, December 9 1978
Today I saw Grease! It was the best movie I ever saw. I even have the album (which actually belonged to my brother Dennis), the book (which was really cool, it told the story though photographs from the movie, but my mom confiscated it and THREW IT AWAY because it had "dirty" words!!) and the postor!
Saturday, March 24 1979
Today I was playing with kelly and she said 7x6 was 43 and I told her it was 42 (which I know is right) So she said Mr. Micklo told her it was 43 and if I was going to say it was 42 I was wrong! So she got up and started erasing the board (we were playing school) and I said your not the teacher its my turn and she said neither are you! So I left. But last night when she spent the night The Wizard of Oz was on!
Who the hell would argue that 7x6 is 43? Did we not have a calculator? I don't understand this whole conflict...
Sunday April 15 1979
Today is easter and I got a lot of things. But in the morning in the middle of church I threw up!
OK, that's disgusting.
But listen.
First of all, we were in a packed church in APRIL in FLORIDA and I had eaten most of the contents of my Easter basket before mass. It was about 1,000 degrees in the church...what would you do??
I had a choice of puking on my dad or on my sister Peggy...it was proably the most difficult decision I've had to make. I chose Peggy, but most of it landed on me and on the kneeler in front of us. Because my brother Dennis is so sensitive, he made us sit in that same seat every Sunday thereafter and he would force me to sit directly in front of the puke-stained kneeler.
I should have stayed home and watched Donny & Marie...
Posted by Amy at June 08, 2003 11:16 PM