During my reluctant attempts at spring cleaning recently, I came across a diary of mine that starts in late 1989. I picked it up, opened the cover and started reading. What I found in these pages was a seventeen year old who bitched a lot. How annoying.
Apparently everything my friends, team mates, parents did, frustrated me. All I wanted it seemed was to be left alone or aside from that, to be in the arms of "Doug", my long-time crush.
It's a bit weird to read how pathetic you just may have been at one time, and also hilarious. There are points within these pages that have me rolling with laughter, such as my abominable math grade, (which I will not share with you as to preserve some respect for that 17 year old girl).
Which speaking of 17 year old's, is it wrong for a 35 year old to have a crush on an adolescent vampire? Recently my niece gave me a book she had just finished. She's 13. I thought it a sweet gesture so I took the book thinking I would read a couple of pages, put it down and get a more suitable book for myself from the library. The thing is I couldn't put it down. I have since read two books of this series in less than 2 weeks. Not sure what this says about me other than I guess I like a good love story? It can't be any different than an adult reading Harry Potter or any of the Classics right?
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1 comment:
Hey, I am definitely only 16 at heart, and pretty much getting younger every day. I've decided to embrace it! As for reading old diaries: I was terrible. Boring. A bad writer. And always desperately in love with someone who didn't love me back! Ah, teenage-hood. I don't miss thee for a minute!
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