nostalgia

So, as a favor to one of her friends (or, actually, as a favor to the proffessor of one of her friends), my mom just dug out one of my school journals from first grade. I have not read anything so hilarious since... well, I don't know, but it's been at least a few weeks. I mean, of course, there's the first wave of hilarity: I can't spell at all. Which isn't so funny in of itself, but some of the errors are better than others. Like, I spell fantastic like the Broadway musical! and great like the thing that you do to cheese! And in art we drew sellef poorchrits. But my best misspelled word of all.... SEKRIT!!!!!!!!!!! Little tiny me is awesome. The second wave of hilarity is the actual content. Like, the opening sentence in my entry for Columbus day is "Christopher Columbus was a good man". Little tiny me clearly has not done her research. Also, I say a lot of happy exclamatory words that I never, ever, ever use. Mainly SUPER. Plus, I rarely have any memory whatsoever of what I'm talking about. Example the best: apparently, in first grade, I had a boyfriend. I mention one more than once. And I have no idea who I am referring to. I feel sort of bad for not remembering my only boyfriend. Also, it appears that there was SOMEONE ELSE IN MY FAMILY who no longer exists. I drew my family, and there were six people in it. I find this seriously alarming. In the drawing, we were evacuating (all the way to the other side of the highway) for a hurricane. Oh, god. What if I had a sibling who was KILLED IN A HURRICANE??

Gee. You'd think I would have said something in my journal.

Anyway, final wave of hilarity: the drawings in my first grade journal look pretty much exactly the same as the drawings I did three days ago.

Oh! Nine-o-clock has arrived, which means it is time for my weekly dose of trashy television. And... changing the channel... HOW IS SHE THAT PREGNANT ALREADY???
Oh. Basketball. Never mind.

I must go concentrate on One Tree Hill now.

Caroline

PS: This sekrit plan that everyone is allowed to know but me had better be a super awesome birthday surprise and not an assassination plot. Oh. All right, Jess just told me that it's not a super awesome birthday plan. TELL ME!