Poshdeluxe

in today’s issue of “dear diary pants,” you will learn the following about high school freshman posh deluxe:

1) she is really stressed out about geometry.

2) she is experiencing (gasp) teenage mood swings!

3) she secretly pines for boys, which is so angela chase of her.

4) her idea of what looks “cool” is obviously derived from watching “grease” a thousand times.

5) she is intimidated by cliques, even though she doesn’t know how to spell them.

6) oh man, she is a nerd.

7) girlfriend is not exactly a superstar when it comes to generating zingers (FAIL).

*note: oksana is the name of the ukranian exchange student who lived with us for the second semester of my freshman year.

4/20/94

I have a geometry test tomorrow!! I’m kinda suspicious. See, we got back the quizzes we took yesterday, and Mrs. Clark only graded the first five (out of 10) problems, and I got -35 points! Yikes! Lucky for me, we could make corrections. I didn’t get to one of them, though, so the highest I can get is a 95 (if she grades corrections with full points). I am reeeally going to have to be careful on the test tomorrow.

Today I was on a mood roller coaster. One minute I was depressed (i.e. school was repetitive, I’m tired of it, I’m stressed, I’m bored, It’s not as exciting this year as last six weeks was last year, more work, etc… I could go on forever). Then I’d be all nostalgic and dreamy (i.e. I’ll miss my classes and the people I’ve gotten to know, this year has been good– I’m just overlooking everything) and then I’d go back to being stressed. It was WEIRD [ed note: hi, it's called hormones].

I thought about #29 a lot today. Is it because I a) still like him so much b) wish he still liked me for prideful reasons c) am lonely for any guy d) want it to be like last year e) need some excitement in my life. I guess it’s all these reasons combined.

I have my hair in curlers. I showed Oksana my Barbies. Our pig fetus had an exploded vein, and everything looked like it was covered with blue paint. We had to give it a bath.

Goodnight!

this picture was taken during summer school P.E. that’s right, we took P.E. in SUMMER SCHOOL, so that we would have room for more honors classes. GEEKTOWN 1994! (clockwise from bottom left: becky, se, some girl i can’t remember, rachel, me, talena).

*note: the following entry was written during a church youth group retreat.

4/22/94

Well, journal, you are now in Yorktown, TX at El Shaddai Ranch in a cabin. It is 11:41. I feel like I belong in the “Annie” orphanage singing, “It’s a hard knock life!” I love it! I love the chaos– the clutter, everyone trying to fit their hairdryers in the plug, taking showers in bathing suits, clambering over bunks and chattering like chipmunks.

I think I’m overcoming the “clicks” here– maybe I’m actually starting to be a part of the group. Stacy S. is awesome. Emily C. - the name speaks for itself. They wanted to be in my journal. Ooh, Emily just paid me a nice compliment. She said, with these pajamas on (light pink, sewn flowers [ed. note: i still wear these pajamas, i am not kidding]), hair slightly curled, writing in a journal, I look like a woman from the 40s or 50s. I said I needed a cigarette. Isn’t that cool? Cool.

The ride here was really fun– Bonnie, Elizabeth, Karen and I were all together. There was this great rainstorm with tons of spectacular lightening. it was AWESOME (not in the slang sense). I think this is gonna be a good weekend.

We had it out in Geometry today– I mean about talking– Seth and I were keeping track of how many times the other people talk because they always blame us, and they talk too! And when Rachel and I were having a VERY QUIET CONVERSATION, Laura C. and Amanda B. were making fun of us, and she said something, and I had just had it up to here! So I shot back, “Well, Laura, when I was in the bathroom, your voice was the loudest!” HA! Anyway, I’m kind of glad that that happened because the tension was too high.

[ed note: uh, wow]

LINKS

whoah! apparently, banksy’s identity has been uncovered! DON’T TELL ME! I’M COVERING MY EARS! LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOOOOUUU.

screech is writing a tell-all book about “saved by the bell,” and even though i don’t like dustin diamond, i am totes excited… to the MAX (har har).

what is yr cultural secret shame? hmm… sounds like a fun future blog post!