January 02, 2005
but no!
I was talking with Florette about old diaries. She said she had some from when she was in middle school and they were all about boys. Will he like me? Will he ask me out? How long will it last? How cute is he!
I only had those third grade diaries and I didn't have much about boys. (Although on the last page I admitted that I liked a particular fellow. It wasn't a secret to me, though. I remembered. I also remember when I stopped liking him...)
So one of the other things in those boxes I looked through were diaries that went from eighth to twelfth grade. They are all about boys.
I called Florette to thank her for giving me the heads up on what goes into those diaries. Boys.
Want a sample of my eighth grade genius?
COOL BEANS!
I hope I marry Bob.
I love Bob.
Andy thinks that Betty is anorexic. I don't. I just think she's weird.
I love Bob.
I gave Lily a note. She was glad. Lily is my favorite friend.
So is Angie.
We made up a new handshake today.
I LOVE BOB FOREVER!
Florette is absolutely right. All eighth grade girls are the same.
I will officially stop caring about all this "normal/not normal" stuff and just go on being the absolutely charming and wonderful genius that I already am?
I'll say "Oh yes!" to that last bit.
(Let's say quirky genius.)
