Nine Inch Nails – “Wish”
I just came upon a diary :book: I had that I kept from about December of 1996 until about August of 2003. It seems like a long time, but I didn’t write in it that often. However, there are some exceptionally funny excerpts.
January 9, 1997
“Michael called yesterday but Scum was at his house and Michael made me TALK to Scum while he was emptying his cat’s litter box.”
Scum was a nickname for an ex-boyfriend who two-timed me with another girl and then dumped me for her. He’s actually a really nice guy now, but I was so hurt/pissed that I refused to speak to him for two years afterward. TWO YEARS. :thinking:
Sunday, February 9th, 1997
“X-nay on the stuff about the newspaper. The only pic they put in there was of Scum. I about DIED! I mean, what such BAD taste. Out of roughly 60 kids, they HAD to choose that one.”
Tuesday, March 24th, 1997
“I’m going out with Josh B******! As if I wanted to, but Ryan [editor’s note: my best friend at the time – a girl] talked me into it. He has liked me since the FOURTH GRADE. Scary. First, David [a “wrong side of the tracks” type guy] asked me out and I said: ‘No, I don’t like you that way and I’d appreciate it if you would quit asking.’ Five minutes later Josh asked me out and I said: ‘Yeah… I guess.’ David said he had sex with a 7th grader and he would do the same to me OH MY GOD!”
What an awful thing for a 6th grade girl to hear. I remember being really freaked out for weeks. And “I’d appreciate it if you would quit asking.” :wtf: I was so weird. I do remember him pestering me though, and I really really didn’t like him at all. So I think it was justified.
Sunday, September 20, 1997
“I got to see Nick’s room and SIT ON HIS BED! How cool.”
I was such a fucking dork. :dork:
Friday, March 19, 1998
“Oh my gosh, okay, Kristine called Tanner just cuz, but he was at Adam’s, so she just called Adam. He [Tanner] had just left, so she just talked to Adam for like, a 1/2 hour. Then, like, five minutes after she hung up with him, TANNER called ME! Talk about weird. I don’t know how he got my # and he was at Travis/Aaron’s house, so how he knew we called I have no idea.”
That really did freak me out. But I was secretly really really excited about it too.
Thursday, August 03, 2000
“Last night, I talked to Brien and Aaron on the internet. […] Brien called me beautiful. I ended up talking to him for six hours yesterday.”
See? Brien’s always been great. :love:
Thursday, May 31, 2001
“Dan is awesome. Really awesome. He’s super funny, and… is just generally incredibly cool.”
That was about a month before we started going out, and about a month after the band trip where we held hands and stuff. This is probably the only time you will EVER hear me refer to him as “Dan.” I’m probably the only person besides his mother who consistently calls him “Daniel.”
Saturday, August 10, 2002
“I decided that at my funeral, I don’t want everyone blabbing on about me being an angel (or an angel in disguise or whatever) and my “perpetually smiling face.” It gets very old. I want to be cremated and I want one of my teachers to say something nice about me.”
This was the day of a funeral for a girl 3 or 4 years younger than I was. They kept going on and on and on about how much of an angel she was and it just… annoyed me, I guess. Nobody’s perfect, why make them seem so after they’re dead? It’s very weird to me. It also amuses me that I mentioned having a teacher say something nice about me, but really, they probably saw me more than anybody, and I value their opinions. Also, this doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t like my family to say anything – I just saw that as a given. But how totally typical and Hermione-ish of me to have a teacher talk at my funeral? :lol:
So there’s a really weird and random insight into my life. I was majorly dorky from, oh, 4th grade up until about 9th. Maybe 8th. Definitely not seventh grade though, I was totally dorky in seventh grade. I’m surprised I didn’t have anything in there about the time this guy named Ryan asked me out.
In between classes on the first day of school, he tapped me on the shoulder and blurted “WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!?” So I turned around and I was like, “Um, NO?” Which was totally horrible and harsh, but it was the first day of school. I didn’t know ANYBODY, much less this tweaky kid who scared the bejeezus out of me in the hallway. “Um, NO?” was the only thing I could come up with on such short notice. :lookup:
Diaries are weird. When there’s nothing going on, you write in them ALL THE TIME because you have time to. When your life gets really exciting and filled with adventure, you’re too busy to write. I think that says something, I just don’t know what.