Let me start this blog post by mentioning that I’m not a hoarder. I’ve moved a dozen times in adulthood, each time learning how to pare down to the bare essentials.
That said, my parents haven’t moved much, so until recently I kept a big (and I mean big) box of old notebooks in their storage room. Now that I have a house of my own and intend to stay put at least for a little while, I hauled back the giant box and rifled through old notebooks and diaries like a treasure hunt.
(A cringe-inducing treasure hunt.)
So today, just for fun, I thought I’d share with you this entry I found, written in green pen by my 12-year old self, every single line of that tiny diary page crammed to bursting. I maintained the original misspellings as well, because why not?
January 24, 1998
I watched Titanic with Diana and it’s an expirence I’ll never forget. Leonardo Dicaprio is SO cute! The cutest actor I’ve ever seen. But it was gross when he saw Rose naked and drew her. I was so freaked out at the end. I don’t know why. It wasn’t really scary, it was just sad. I cried very hard and I shook very bad. Well, she kept her promise with Jack to not die from the ship, but to die old and warm in her bed. And she did. She went and met Jack again and everyone who had died watched them kiss. I missed many parts to explain, but I don’t have any more room.
Yes, past self, it was scary, stop posturing. I’m not even ashamed to admit it, Titanic was like a horror movie to me.
Do any of you keep old, embarrassing notebooks?