Dear Diary

While going through a box of old letters and cards, I came across two gems that I just had to share with you. If I remember (and have better internet connection), I’ll put up pictures tomorrow because they add so much, but for now, you’ll just have to picture it yourself.

1. The first thing I found was the first (and only…) love note I’ve ever received. It reads, “Dear Jordan, I was stupid for ever duming you. When I dumped you I knew I wanted you back. You’re the first girl I liked! I always like being with you and to show you mean it I got you something. P.s. will you be Valentines! Love, Stephen.”

Obviously I know you guys want all the details so here they are. We went steady from 3^rd to 6^th grade, at which point he tragically broke up with me for another little lady. According to my diary, I was pretty torn up about it. (more on that later). I mean, 3 years of holding hands at the skating rink and picking each other during “popcorn reading sessions” at school is pretty dang serious. After this letter, though, I gave him another shot, and wouldn’t you know it, the same thing happened again. We went to a few more skating parties together and then he dumped me for my best friend. Ouch. Don’t worry, my heart has had time to recover from this piercing blow, and I can picture him without tearing up ;)

2. The other thing I found was even more hilarious—the diary I had when I was in 6^th grade. I wish I had written in it more because the things I said were absolutely ridiculous. Judging from my entries, you’d think I had the hardest little life EVER. I’m constantly complaining about my sister or sports or my mom’s boyfriend. Apparently everyone in my life was very mean to me, and my diary was the only one who understood. Here are a few of the funnier things I thought needed to be put on paper--

            “I puked on the side of the road. Mom had to stop the car, I ate chicken noodle soup. I feel a little better.” Well I’m so glad mom didn’t make me do it while the car was still in motion; what a gal.

            “Today was one of the greatest days of my life. Stephen and I got back together.” And yes, that’s the Stephen from earlier. I guess not much was going on in my life back then ;) Little did I know that he would dump me again 7 months later. Dun dun duuuuun.

            “I feel bad for Jessica. I think she broke up with Sean. I think she is heart-broken losing her boyfriend right before the Winter Ball.” Jessica was my very cool older cousin and makes a number of appearances in my little diary. It’s nice to see I have at least one thought that’s not centered around one complaint or another.

            I devoted one whole entry to categorizing my classmates. The classifications were “troublemakers,” “people I really don’t like,” “people I like,” “people who think they are really funny but sometimes aren’t,” and “people in my class who think they’re all that.” Clever, no?

            At one point I used the phrases “sucks butt” and “meanie head” to describe the park in our town and my mom’s boyfriend.

Hopefully you enjoyed delving into my past as much as I did! If I ever have kids, I'll have to encourage them to keep diaries so they can discover them years later, too. Do any of you have your old journals?