Friday, April 20, 2012

Fact: It is Friday {Journals}

Fact: it is Friday: Where I talk about myself. On Fridays.
I don't talk about my babies, unless I want to, which sometimes I might. But mostly Fact: it is Friday is when I'm going to tell you something you maybe didn't know about me.
Or perhaps a story from my bucktoothed-childhood or bratty teenage years.

Becky Fact 19: I am a serial journaler.  This blog not included. 

I recently got the urge to pull out all my old journals, and flip through them.
And then, I got the urge to find and share a real journal entry with you. From, you know, when I was 13. Big breath. Mispellings included, doodles, unfortunately, not included. Here goes:

Sunday, Jan 27, 2002
Dear Journal,
The last two days I haven't written because I like to wright right before I go to bed And Ive gotten home late. after Midnight
Yesterday Amelia got baptised. Kayla came home with us. Dad took us to LORD OF THE RINGS. I LOVED that movie! It was sooo good. Legolas The Elf is ssooooooooooooooooooo very, very, very, very, very, very, very, really, really, really Super Duper, Way WAY ((((CUTE)))))
Even though he had long hair, he still looked AWESOME!!
He looked about 15, but hes probably the same age as Renn. Oh I hope not.
When we got to the theather we paid for the 7:00 show, But there wasn't one. So we have to wait an hr. Me and Kayla got some pictures done in the photo both, and I heart them (and the elf.) Hehe, he was GORGEOUS! I love the elf.
Becky Froelich

 Okay. You convinced me. Here's another one from a few months later:

Wednesday March 6, 2002
Dear journal,
At school today I did nothing fun. School is so boring. Although, I did write a report on how the school wastes our money. Shane P looks funny, he shaved his head for swimming a couple of days and a week ago, about. Now his head is prickley, before it looked and felt like a hard boiled egg.
 I told him so.
Mom thinks I love Mitchell D I don't but he's fun to be around. Mom thinks he is just like me but a guy. She doesn't know him.
Oh, I wish I looked like a 13 year old. I don't look that old. I look 11 in the face but 9/10 in the body. I hate it. I wish had at least hit puberty. I don't want my period or anything, I just wish I was fuller. Actually, I don't. I guess I just wish I wasn't a (flat) skinny pole. I wish people would stop treating me like the baby I'M NOT and calling me a baby. Then mom says "You would want Jesus to call you sweet baby Becky, the little dear."
But kids at school are far from Christ they are istead high, or stoned.
The other day I came home from school and Grandma Mary was here. I was grumpy and Grandma goes, "What's wrong? Oh, I know! Now don't feel bad about that, Becky! I have lots of friends who belong to the itty bitty titty club!"
Then she told me, mom and her had recently been discussing my puberty. Thanx mom!
Bye, me

Okay, that entry was actually about 4 pages longer. But that's the good part. :)
I really like that sometimes I sign my full name to my entries.
And Thanks with an X.

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Elizabeth said...

That is such a Grandma thing to say! I can just hear it now!

Anonymous said...

Love it! I need to get all my journals from middle school, etc from my parents' house next time I'm over there. I bet they're filled with many "interesting" entries like this one. Thanks for sharing!

Molly S said...

Oh ... My ... Gosh. I thought I was the last person on earth to be a serious hand-written journaler!! I started my journals in the eighth grade. I would be WAY embarrassed to show some of what I wrote on my blog. I might just have to do it some day though. This was super entertaining. You are too cute!!!

Marge Bjork said...

haha, yessssssssss. I love to read other people's journals.