2005 - 2007: High School
by Ada O.
Entries 388
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Therepy, Work, and the Era of Secret Blogs - 6/19/2007
I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression: Just because I'm drawing silly pictures doesn't mean I'm not miserable. I am. In fact, it's possible that the misery actually caused the silly p...
Self Portraits in a Time Machine - 6/18/2007
Last night I read an entry somebody wrote about what they would have been like if they'd lived in the sixties. This got me thinking about what I would have been like during different time period...
My Father - 6/17/2007
As I have mentioned before, my father is a lot like me: He's pretty quiet and kind of grumpy, and when given the choice, he doesn't do much except sit around and stare at a screen. So we spend a...
Imagination - 6/17/2007
I've been a little less sane than usual as of late. My thought patterns have gotten a lot weirder and more intense. For example, I've been having imaginary conversations a lot. I have imaginar...
Loss - 6/15/2007
I guess I should write about how I'm doing. Except that I don't really know how I'm doing. I guess I am in emotional survival mode, that's how I'm doing. It seems like I'm not nearly upset eno...
The Response - 6/14/2007
Aidan, I understand you are upset and I think I understand why, though I have to say I have been upset about the way you have been acting as well. I have thought about talking to you about thi...
My Mother, etc. - 6/13/2007
My father and I go to visit my mother every day, for twenty minutes, maybe. She is alright now. Just old. She's just like a normal old person who can't walk around very well and has to ask oth...
Um - 6/12/2007
Yeah, I sent the email. I haven't figured out yet whether it was a good idea.
Email to Molly, 2 a.m. - 6/11/2007
I wrote this email last night and saved it as a draft. I did not send it. Look, after Alicia's party and Greg's party, I feel I have to tell you that you guys are fucking obnoxious. You are ...
Jazz Band:A Super High Quality Illustration - 6/11/2007
Here is something else that I drew: Some points: These people were never all in the same jazz band together. That is why it's the everyone-I've-written-about super jazz band. Hey, Mike's no...
Post Graduation - 6/9/2007
or A Short, Flat Entry About Things That Should Be Important. You know why I have been putting off writing about Senior Safari? There is not that much to say about Senior Safari. Here is what ...
Super High Quality Illustrations - 6/8/2007
So I got a digital camera. My Aunt Kathleen gave it to me for graduating. I actually kind of wish my Aunt Kathleen wouldn't give me anything. She is pretty obnoxious about things like that. S...
Goodbye - 6/7/2007
The dizziness did not improve during lunch with my Aunt Kathleen, nor did it improve when I went home. I fell asleep in the car on the way to graduation and was released into a mob of people in ...
Pretty Good Again - 6/6/2007
Monday morning there was an awards breakfast. It was boring. It was so boring. It was like a marathon, it was so boring. I sat there for four hours and clapped politely every few seconds. I ...
A Look Into My Future, etc. - 6/6/2007
Ugh. My biological clock is feeling the forty-eight hours from Sunday night to Tuesday night as one very long day right now. My body and mind are reacting accordingly. I have been very disorie...
Intermediate Entry - 6/4/2007
I am graduating in a couple of hours. I am at home in my pajamas taking a break from the all-day extended graduation ordeal. So far, it has been intense. I hope to write an intelligent entry a...
Yearbooks - 6/2/2007
The rest of senior week has gone more or less as expected: It's been slightly unpleasant and very weird, and it's made me tired and queasy and emotional. Wednesday I skipped the trip and tried t...
Senior Week, Day One - 5/30/2007
Yesterday was the first senior trip. We went to a theme park. Getting the entire senior class onto busses was interesting. There were five or six busses, and a lot of confusion. We had to wai...
Last Day - 5/29/2007
I wrote this entry Sunday but the website deleted it. Stupid website. Friday was my last day of high school. It was the most anticlimactic thing ever. EVER. In French, we hung around and a...
Julian's Song - 5/25/2007
Well, I recorded the song. It was important. It is making me feel all kinds of emotions at the same time. It was logistically difficult, so there were a lot of back-and-forth emails, and a pho...
Nostalgia - 5/22/2007
Today in the afternoon I got really zonked out. I felt very tired and introverted and odd. Because I was feeling tired, I decided to take the bus to my old middle school and then walk to work, ...
On Being a Girl - 5/19/2007
Thursday was the high school spring concert - my last concert in the Williams Center. It was almost entirely unenjoyable. I think it was unenjoyable because I felt awkward. I think I felt awkw...
My Imaginary Reply to Amanda Gilford, Grade 5 - 5/18/2007
(Or, An Experiment in Exclamation Marks) Today in the hallway, I was handed a pink peice of paper folded into thirds. It had my name written on it in large, awkward letters. I opened it and it...
Angst. Angst. Angst. - 5/16/2007
Things have not been going so well lately. My five projects are starting to stress me out more than they were before. It is becoming apparant that I am going to do dismally fourth quarter. It ...
Electrical Engineering Is Kicking My Ass - 5/11/2007
Sometimes I do not like myself. Most of the time, as I have mentioned, I am in love with myself. I am not trying to deny this. I am just saying that once in a while I do shitty things and real...
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.