Retro Diary Week: The Angst Goes On

Here are some snippets from 1994. I guess I was a freshman in high school. Please note all the irony in the first one.

Dear Diary,
Yesterday I found all my old diaries and re-read them, it was so much fun. God I was SO over dramatic in 7th grade!!!
Well, tomorrow is the beginning of second semester and I have to start GYM!!!! AHHHH Scary!!! I HATE gym!!! So much, it's the worst...worse than any other class.

Dear Diary,
Well...it's midnight now so it's officially Tate's birthday. He's 18 now! SO OLD.

Here's a personal favorite...clearly the mom/clothing issue had changed by 15...For someone who wore overalls on nearly a daily basis for 8 years...I sure was obsessed with clothes. And strange clothes too...I don't even know what I mean about "no pocket" here but I'm sure it was the "thing" to have at the time. Those must have been simpler days eh?

Dear Diary,
Today I drank my first cappucino. It was really good. Actually...it was just okay, but drinking it was fun! It's way better if you put a little sugar in it. (I put four packs in.) So if you do that, then it's good. Well, I guess it's an aquired taste. We ate at a place called Eagans and it was really good. I looked very pretty and ate a club sandwich. My brother had sushi and lobster (tres sheek) (very gross though) I also had fries, but they sucked. Mom bought me a white T-shirt from the gap with no pocket. I love Mom, she knows exactly what I like. She's so cool. Tonight was a wonderful night. Tate and ***** and I went to Eagans with mom, Jim and Yaakov. I had so much fun with them all, it was a blast. It's late now, Ill probably be dead in school tomorrow. Oh well.

Yeah, I really did write "Dear Diary" at the top of each page in those days. I also signed them all...like a letter. Weirdo. It changed later to "Hi" with just a heart at the bottom which is hilarious on the entries I'm sparing you from. They go something like this...

Hi,
Life sucks and I hate everyone.
Love,
Brooke

Due to the number of family members who read this blog I'm also sparing you from some of the more detailed accounts of experimentation with all the things high schoolers experiment with. I'll tell you that they are equally as painfully embarassing and strange as the entries about cappucino and never-owned velvet dresses and we'll just leave it at that.

By the by...on my tombstone I would like the following to be printed...

"Here lies Brooke. She looked very pretty and ate a club sandwich."