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Home - 3/2/2005
Some more stuff happenned to me in Strasbourg, but I don't really feel like writing about it. The most notable thing, probably, is the fact that we tried to go to a discotheque (as I mentioned i...
Things I can say I did in a foriegn country... - 3/2/2005
I smoked something in Strasbourg. I am afraid to tell even my friends for fear of disapproval, but I'll tell you: I did. Honest to God, I smoked something. Maryvonne told me that we were going...
More Relationship Crap: This Time Overseas - 3/2/2005
Once when we were walking to school, Maryvonne said, in English, "So tell me about Adam." I had mentioned him briefly when she had said something about breaking up with her boyfriend. I could t...
Sport - 3/2/2005
Things continued to be bad the morning after we went bowling. In the morning I think her mom got mad at me, and I'm not sure why. I didn't like her morning classes. I didn't even really talk t...
Email to Dave and Emma - 3/1/2005
I sent this email the afternoon before we went bowling. This is the kind of thing I said when people asked me for my general impression of France. subject: Hey, guess where I am? FRANCE! Yea...
Bowling - 3/1/2005
My first night in Stasbourg was great. Things were awkward for another couple of hours, but it turns out that Maryvonne's best friend is Kat's host, so the four of us ended up wandering around t...
Arriving - 2/28/2005
The morning we left for Strasbourg, I was woken up by Andrew Johnson standing in the doorway of our hotel room saying "You guys are still sleeping? We're leaving in ten minutes." I sat up in bed...
Paris - 2/28/2005
When we arrived at our hotel in Paris, they told us that we had the next two hours free to eat lunch. This kind of took me by surprise. I didn't think they'd just let us wander around Paris by ...
Intro - 2/28/2005
(This is just an explaination of what will probably be a wierd writing style. Skip it if you have a short attention span.) I'm pretty sure it's impossible to write about France in a way that wi...
Julian - 2/15/2005
I wrote this in my regular journal, and I've been debating whether or not to put it on here. I finally decided to, but don't take it too seriously. I should really stop this. It's certainly wi...
Damn Greeting Card Companies. - 2/14/2005
I didn't do much yesterday. I talked online to Dave on and off for several hours while I made CDs for my French girl. He actually sent me links to this really cool band - Dealership. I think h...
Anger - 2/12/2005
I've never been more angry at anyone. Ever. I don't like being angry. I don't think I get angry easily. But I can't help it. I am. He stopped loving me and started loving someone else in a ...
Performing and the Other Girl: Part II - 2/12/2005
I appologize for the length of this entry. I had a lot to say. I showed up for the talent show half an hour early and didn't quite know what to do with myself. I helped Greg carry his drum s...
Performing and the Other Girl: Part I - 2/12/2005
I got up at five thirty yesterday morning and arrived at school at six twenty. I litterally could not see or hear anyone else in the entire school. The silence was eerie. The lobby was huge, d...
Thursday - 2/10/2005
Today was not a bad day. It turns out taking my guitar on the bus works fine, which is good becuase I hate having my mom drive me. I didn't make an idiot of myself in math or Latin (well, in La...
Valentine's Day is Going to Suck. - 2/9/2005
Another bad day. My mom drove me to school again. I stared into space in the morning again. (I wish I had somewhere to go besides the hallway.) All of my classes were as they always are. Wha...
Bridge Practice - 2/8/2005
Today was not a good day to start out with. Julian called my house last night and told me we were having practice, so I had to get my mom to drive me and my guitar to school way too early. ("Wh...
On Baring My Soul: - 2/8/2005
Just a little aside here. I know that some of the stuff I write is pretty in-depth. Most of it, I wouldn't want anyone I know to read. But I feel comfortable telling it to you all because... w...
Complications - 2/7/2005
This weekend went pretty well. I went to two family functions, one for each side of my family, and played with the baby for the whole time because for some reason little kids really like me. I ...
Time - 2/6/2005
Time is wierd. It's wierd how your very identity changes - how you get used to stuff, and it just IS, and then at another point, later, it just ISN'T. Like how it will be fall, and then all of ...
Dreams - 2/6/2005
I had a somewhat complex dream last night, so I think I will write it down. Just to give you an idea, it is not even exceptionally wierd or complex as my dreams go. The first part of the dream ...
More Relationship Crap: The Music Issue - 2/5/2005
For some reason I didn't feel like writing about my actual day yesterday, so I will now. I had to get to school at quarter of seven because the marching band was having a fundraiser breakfast. ...
On Getting Over Him: - 2/4/2005
Yes, I'm over him. It's been a week. I'm certainly surprised, and I might even be a little confused. Was what I felt for him "real love"? Am I just shallow and flitty, proclaiming my love for...
Oh God, It's starting over again... - 2/3/2005
We started our new semester yesterday. I always think that everything's magically going to be better when I get new classes, but guess what? It never does. This semester's certainly going to b...
Tom - 2/3/2005
I've been trying to decide whether to tell you about Tom. I mean, he is pretty interesting as a character, and he is a pretty good friend, but he isn't that involved in my daily activities anymo...
Book Description
This is where I will repost all of the entries I wrote on Open Diary between the ages of 15 and 18. Please bear with me while I flood the front page with whiney teenage girl entries.
Since I want an accurate record of how I was back then, I’m choosing not to fix my spelling errors. I might, however, edit out some of the entries devoted to surveys, Harry Potter crap, etc.
Here is a picture I drew of myself when I was 18:

And here is a character guide I wrote for my diary just after high school. These are the people I end up talking about the most. WARNING: SPOILERS, if that applies here.








