Oh it’s not, is it?
Life has taken a bit of a boring turn. I’ve just been cleaning, sorting and studying these last couple of days, although these activities have been placed in order of time distribution. So while I was on my cleaning spree yesterday, at about half way through when I was tired, frustrated, sweaty and surrounded by mess (hey, everyone knows that you’ve got to make mess to clean mess); I was surprised to find an all too familiar red book sitting at the topmost shelf of my wardrobe. This little red book was indeed the very same diary that I started at the tender age of eight, with my very first entry scribbled in on 23 June 1996.I took this very rare find as an omen to have a break and sat down to flick through said diary. The only problem was that I couldn’t for the life of me remember when I’d put the keys to the damn thing. So 15 minutes, a screwdriver, a pair of pliers and a hammer later, I had cracked the sucker open and my determined self sat down to read. And as a good friend once said ‘I don’t keep diaries for the sole reason of the embarrassment faced when reading them later’, I had finally come to realise what she had meant.
While my eight year-old self wrote about getting the chicken pox, at ten I was talking about my time dancing in Queensland, dancing with John in Japan, my desperate love for Matthew Salter… and my subsequent hatred of him. By the time I’d hit eleven, I’d had ‘the worst day ever in my entire life’ when at Thredbo, I lost my sunglasses when I dropped them off the chair lift on the way up to the mountain… and then dropped my mum’s camera off of the same chair lift on the way back down. I wrote a lot about dancing until about a year into high school, when instead I began discussing my contempt towards my father for sending my to an all-girls high school.
When I was in year eight I wrote: ‘I’ve got three 13 year-olds after me and I don’t know what the hell to do, they’re pretty annoying.’ But a few months later wrote this about one of them: ‘Chris is heaps funny, I’ve been talking to him a lot and I like him… he plays cricket, HELLO!!’ (If Chris reads this now… lol). During the great four year standoff with Cassie I wrote ‘I don’t even have time for the girl these days, we don’t even click anymore, the only thing we seem to have in common is our last name’ (Those four years were tough Cas, I wish we just got over ourselves earlier, I really could’ve used your support). I stopped reading it a bit after turning 14, because, quite frankly I’m a little scared of what suppressed memories may be forced back to the surface… Here are a couple lines that I read and thought ‘wtf’ lol. They should never, ever again be taken out of context:
1) ‘We had so much fun last night, I hope James does a three way with me and Chris again tonight’
Now this was in relation to a three way conversation…as in on the telephone. Shut up, they use to be all the rage!
2) ‘Now if there’s one thing I learnt today, it was to NEVER leave before the little man comes’
Umm… yeah… lol. Here I was writing about the time that me and my friend both got bowled over by the same car at a busy intersection… so ya’ll better remember to wait for the little man to come! (Before you decide to cross the street that is =p)
In other news, Craig has now asked me twice to go for coffee or dinner… And being the kind of person who has trouble with saying ‘no’ in these kinds of situations (unless the guy just cannot take a hint); I suggested a group activity instead. It’s not that I don’t like the guy; it’s just that I don’t really know him all that well. I don’t want to go out somewhere with him and give him the wrong impression or anything. With exams right around the corner though, it’s not like I can go out right now anyway, and so I told him that. His response – ‘Aww that sucks, but I reckon you’re worth the wait’…
posted by Ria @ 9:40 pm
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