Comments on: dear diary pants: meet the 8th grade poshdeluxe

By: Becky

Becky — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 22:12:16 +0000

Jennifer I could not find in the first 10 pages of google using first name maiden name, but type in your whole name first maiden last and you come up first entry and it is Sarah’s interview.

Sarah came up in the first entry.

I come up first page last entry (sarah’s post of my interview) using first name maiden name, but if I use my full current name I come up as the first entry.

And apparently Talena is a vocal teacher in the UK…. hmmm… her interview shows up 2nd from the bottom of the first page.

Henri, of course, has the first five entries on google all realating to him.

By: Sarah

Sarah — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 19:18:31 +0000

ha ha, jennifer, don’t feel bad. if anyone finds my blog through a google search, i will take it as a compliment to this site’s POWERFUL PRESENCE on the web.

By: Jen K.

Jen K. — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 18:48:51 +0000

Never done any search on my name…I was once invited to join the Facebook group, “my name is Jennifer Taylor” and it was sent to hundreds of people (and that’s just on Facebook!). Who knows what would happen if I Googled my name…I guess I just assumed that my name was too common and any Jennifer Taylor out there would not be me. Sooo, now I feel bad. Sarah, you should just delete my comment to maintain anonymity.

By: Henri

Henri — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:50:24 +0000

Jen – Yes. Yes, you are.

Did you ever Lycos your name, though?

By: Jen K.

Jen K. — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 17:12:26 +0000

oops, sorry to spill the beans. Am I the only one who has never Googled my own name? (I am being serious here)

By: Hopeless

Hopeless — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:14:41 +0000

Hence why the notebook would be good posts… I’m pretty sure almost every name in there has an alias…

By: Meredith

Meredith — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:01:55 +0000

aaaaaaawesome. Eighth grade Sarah–wouldn’t life be so much better if you could talk to a boy the way you can talk to your pictures of Keanu on the walls? Sigh. NOBODY WILL EVER UNDERSTAND ME. LYLAS!

By: Sarah

Sarah — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 13:55:25 +0000

FYI: when i write an abbreviated name like “Emily C.” it means i actually wrote the whole name in my journal. but i wanted to shorten them on le blog cos, like becky says, people googling themselves might find their way here. and even though i’m willing to embarrass myself in front of you guys, i’m STILL a little too much like my 8th grade self to want certain people to know that i, uh, was, like, jealous of them or something.

By: Sofia

Sofia — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 11:37:04 +0000

I used to keep a diary too, and was equally paranoid about somebody reading it! I remember I would often use those little diaries you could buy that had the locks on the sides. And I totally used to do that name-disguising thing too (you know, just in case someone found out my combination). I bet if I read my old middle school diaries I would have no idea who most of those people were… but all those old diaries must have gotten thrown away somewhere down the line (or they’re in a box in my parents’ storage building with other random old stuff) so now the earliest journals I have are from freshman year of college. Those are still pretty interesting to read, though. The thing about reading old diaries is you see how much time really does make a difference…the stuff that seemed so huge and significant when originally written about is for the most part just a vague memory, sometimes even funny, when you read about it ten, or fifteen, or twenty years later.

By: olivia

olivia — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 10:01:34 +0000

i am kind of glad i don’t have my old diaries. they are so embarrassing. quite a lot of it was written essentially to make my mother angry, as she read my diary (and continued to do so through my college years). she would read it now, but i live FAR AWAY. ha.

anyway but sometimes i just drew maps of my neighborhood, indicating where the boys i had crushes on lived. that was really embarrassing. so embarrassing, in fact, that when i found this diary and re-read it in college, i sat my sister down, who was then 11, and told her to not be the idiot i was.

she said she wouldn’t keep a diary anyway because my mom would read it.