Life is over! All of my dreams have been thrown on the floor. Shattered. Mutilated. Broken into millions of pieces! Bill likes Kara Jones, of all people!
Andy asked me if I would wear his I.D. bracelet and I've only known him for, like, two days!!!
Janet Jackson was on the American Music Awards last night. She sang and danced to "Control". It was really cool!!!
Last week a guy from my high school died of cancer. Even though I graduated with a small class (80 kids), I couldn't remember who he was, exactly. So I dug out some old year books. And with them, in a box labeled Angie's Childhood, I found several spiral-bound notebooks--journals I had to keep for for my seventh and twelfth grade English classes.
I've never been much of a journaler on my own. So I was happy to come across these. Until. I actually started reading them. The thirteen-year-old me was sweet and sheltered and concerned with grades and friends and family. Lots of things happened that year that I only vaguely remember: my uncle getting a cornea transplant, my mom spending eight days in a hospital, my sister deciding she hated me (with good reason, I was a tool to her). But most of my entries are spent agonizing over basketball games I (barely) played, scores, being, really, really excited for Halloween and Christmas, etc.
And then comes my Senior Year journal. In which? I was a moronic, dramatic, boy-crazy spaz. Did I mention boy crazy? Every entry, and I'm not exaggerating even a little, detailed the daily encounters with, or snubs by my crush. My spirits soared or my heart shattered across the pages in overly-swoopy, bubbly letters.
Reading them, I winced. A lot. I might have even buried myself under the couch cushions and whimpered a little.
I act depressed, but sometimes I don't and I think people worry that I'm going crazy.
Bill was hanging all over Kara. It was awful! They danced slow even to fast songs. Greg kept asking me, begging me, to slow dance. It's like, be real, I'm about a foot taller than him.
I got new shoes last night. Royal blue penny loafers and they kill my feet, but I don't care!!!
Bill asked me to dance!!! :) It was so great! It was to "Walk like an Egyptian" by the Bangles.
I think I bombed a Physics test because I didn't study. My dad will be mad!
Bill never called. But I didn't really think he would. I feel like such a reject!!!