Anyways, I was really mad at B, and in French, we started arguing. He said “be mad at D.M. for telling me!” I said “well, it’s been 2 weeks, so now you tell, I trusted you, B,” and turned around. Athena’s like “if you want me to pass any messages along, tell me!” So I said, “tell him he’s a jerk.” “B, you’re a jerk.” “Wha…? But…?!”
He got the point, so know [sic] he’s trying to be nice. He came over and punched me in the arm while saying “I’m sorry I told them Esther.” I was like, “no, apology not accepted.”
Seriously. This was my life.
Nothing about the bullying, nothing about how girls were mean to me, just constant obsessing over boys.
Borrowing my bf’s “leather” jacket makes me feel badass (Taken with instagram)
I was sending Sonya and excerpt of my diary. I made a terrible spelling mistake.
My journal from grade 4 reads like a bad pre-teen fiction novel
“T’s party was today. It was a mixed party! (editor’s note: by mixed I meant boy/girl, I wasn’t being racist)[…] lucky there wasn’t any dancing (whew!).”
I also referred to a boy as “so-so cute” and “tres tres funny”.
There’s also an entry that I wrote about having to practice CPR on a boy I thought was cute in my swimming class and said it was my “deepest secret”.
The only problem is I used some weird, convoluted codes for boys’ names and I can’t quite decipher which ones I’m talking about. I remember which boys I liked, but I describe them all so similarly, it’s hard to distinguish.
Christ, I haven’t really changed that much though.
Here I am. Halloween 2003. 18 years old. I was a princess. (Taken with instagram)
In case anyone was wondering (which I’m sure you weren’t), my favourite series growing up was the Narnia series.
Having no background in Christianity, I didn’t understand any of the biblical parallels. To me, they were - and still are - amazing stories of adventures in a magical world.
My box set is beat to shit from reading and rereading, but I hope one day to pass it down to a hypothetical child so that they can also experience it.
OH MAN
How did I almost forget that it’s Valtari day??
Anthony didn’t think I paid enough attention to his witty text (Taken with instagram)
I sent out 2 emails today:
One was to my elementary school crush who manages a very popular restaurant in the city, who told me he could hook me up with a table sometime.
The other was for a part time job at a gallery.
Guess which one stressed me out more?
