Dear Journal,
school today was pretty fun. I had to go to a softball meeting @ 7:30 this morning. It was hat day, so some people wore wicked funny wigs + stuff. Jon P. wore this shaggy, long brown hair wig that had an American flag bandana around it. He was wearing sunglasses 2. Justin C. wore a motorcycle helmet w/ a leather jacket, jeans, and sunglasses. I didn’t even reckognize him at first!
On the bus going to our last away game, Mike H. taught me a game called “fingers.” It’s so fun! Now we play it before reading class every day! LOL how dorky are we? I kinda like Mike, and I think he might like me too. W/e, can’t think about it too much or I’ll screw everything up.
We’re going up to Maine 2morrow to visit the Yovinos. I’ll try to write up there, but might not have time. Hope it snows in ME!
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Well, either my mom actually did not read my journal after seventh grade or she thought I was slutting it up like no chubby, makeup-less seventh grader had ever slutted it up before. FINGERS?? What kind of game is Fingers? The irony in all of this is that Mike H. actually did end up being a significant player in my sexual blooming (he was the first guy I ever publicly french kissed and therefore opened the door to many shameless dancefloor makeouts a la Freshman year in college), but back in 7th grade? Nay. My favorite word might have been “fuck” by the time I was eleven, but I didn’t come close to the act until I was nearly a junior in high school–and even then I insisted on only over-the-pants contact. Sorry, Tyler.
I have to comment on my new apparent love of using symbols and numbers in writing. This is a subject that baffles me today. To the people who still pull this shit–have you ever reread your texts peppered with improper English? You look like an IDIOT. I feel stupid even having to say that. Do I have to? I think I have 2. For the love of humanity, if there’s one thing we can do for our written language let’s eliminate this bullshit. Teach your kids, kids! It’s not the way.
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