After reading Lydia\’s first post on her xanga, I remembered how I had used to dislike the very idea of journaling. I am not talking about journaling online, but the idea of keeping a diary. But then, my aunt gave me a diary and for kicks, I wrote in it.
Somehow along the way, I wanted my diary to reflect my strengths and my growth. And that\’s why I started writing in it sporadically. Then I decided to write a bit online…this was my first post ever:
Today is June 1, 1999. Yesterday I was forced to work with my history group. We are doing a project on the fifties. The fifties! A member of that group made us change from the nineties (which I really wanted) to the fifties. Fine, be that way! I am not a happy person. So we worked on our project.
I drove there by the way. It was amazing that I didn\’t scratch my mom\’s car. I am not the greatest driver. About a month ago, while making a U-turn, I ruined the tire. My parents weren\’t really mad. Although my mom went insane for a couple of minutes. But, you know, things calm down. The amazing part was that I was able to drive through a narrow road up a narrow driveway. I am alive! My friend, who is a member of my group, offered to turn the car around for me. How nice! I would have miscalculated the trees and the other cars there. When I was leaving, some guy, another member of my group, tailgated me all the way home. It pissed me off. Hey…at least I don\’t speed. I was only driving five miles above the speed limit. According to the driver\’s handbook issued by DMV, you\’re supposed to speed up when you are being tailgated. You\’re not supposed to pull over because the tailgater might just follow you and crash into you. Really. It was an adventure for me. In particular. Two more weeks of school! yay! I got my yearbook today. The strangest part is that my mom had only ordered on yearbook for my sister and me (yes, we were supposed to share or something), but somehow we each got a yearbook. Quite strange, but quite lucky! Now I can have my very own yearbook. However several years later we wouldn\’t care…
hehe.. i like the part about driving. and i agree with your last statement. i never got a yearbook in highschool… just, no interest.
haha, actually the last comment was an observation of how nobody would remember that I would get a yearbook for free several years later…
yes I was that mundane.
lol my first handwritten journal entry was when I was 13 or 14… gawd it sucked. I think I wrote about a sleepover at my aunt\’s
first \”journal\” entry i ever wrote was the first time i went to england when i was about… 10 or so. i wrote about my uncle\’s wedding, and how i got to ride in a limo.
hehe are u funny? noooo0o! :D where\’s my first postee? gimee