I have decided that I like my idea regarding making these posts interesting. I dug through the huge plastic bin of old journals and skimmed through them all, half laughing out loud at how ridiculous/immature/funny/dramatic/insane I once was, or perhaps I am still that way and just grew up physically? Ask those closest to me about that. Anyway, one of the more entertaining journals is a red and orange polka dotted notebook filled with entries, song lyrics, scribbles, and poems (Yes, I will confess to writing some of them). They also contain a heck of a lot of quotes that I can't imagine anyone would find cute and meaningful unless they were 13 years old... which is precisely how old I was at the time of me writing. Back when I was an 8th grader, there was no Facebook, no Twitter, no Internet like we know so well today. Actually, 8thgrade was the year that my family bought a new computer, rather than rely on the old one handed down to us from a different family who had upgraded. I actually remember crying one day because I was so embarrassed that our family was using Windows 98, while all my cool and current friends were already upgraded to Windows XP. Did I mention I was a little dramatic back then?
So back to the whole quote thing, since I didn't have a Facebook profile (I did have an emo "info" on AIM... anyone remember those?) I would spend hours searching for cute quotes that went along the lines of "Don't cry because its over, smile, because it happened" or "New beginnings come from old endings." These quotes basically fill the journal I am talking about. I find them rather funny. I also wrote about half my entries with metallic gel pens. I really went all out back then.
I began this journal on December 30th, 2002. I have been canvassing the pages looking for the most interesting of entries and report back when I find one that is worth reflecting on. I do have to say... I get a big kick out of how DRAMATIC I was.... how life seemed SO hard, and it was ALL about me. I took a class on middle level education this past semester in college, and it was drilled into my brain just how self centered and depressing the middle school years can be. It's a time of transition; a time of finding who you are and trying to establish yourself. Your not a child, and yet your not yet an adult. It's tough! I don't blame myself for being dramatic. It's a little hysterical now, looking back, but I understand my reasoning for being so emotional. I can get into that more as I dive deeper into the entries.
On a funnier note, I scanned the first few pages and found these pictures taped inside. They are hilarious.
My parents, circa 2002. That would make my dad 43, my mom 41. I hate to say it, but they look YOUNG here!!
