Dear Journal, tonight was one of the best nights of my life! Everyone (as in those people from my last entry) except Maddie went to Factory of Terror tonight. It was so fun! Me and Craig were together (locked arms and like hugged together–we were so scared!) then Ashley and Jess were behind us, and Mike and Eve were … More “…like not even cupped…” October 20, ’02.
Dear Journal, I haven’t written in a while, so I guess I should have tons to write about. But theres not too much. Well anyway I’m now officially an 8th grader, so i guess i must be special. Mike is on my team + we’ve gotten way closer. Jeez, I guess 5 years apart makes … More The Undesirable. October 8, 2002.
Dear Readers, I have gotten some great feedback about the addition of current commentary on my journal entries, but to be frank I am becoming bored with my late-seventh-grade self. You will understand soon this is probably because of how incredibly excited I am to get to the second half of eight grade–specifically to the … More Fast Forward
Dear Journal, I hate Don (an assistant coach for my club softball team). and I think my thumb might be broken. I’m so P.O.’d its not even funny. I’ve never cried so much in my life. He told me I have a baseball swing and asked if my dad taught me a baseball swing instead … More A Battle with the King of Swing. July 31, 2002.
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