This Dear Diary series should get renamed to I Love [ fill in the blank] series instead. If love had a max fill line, my cup runneth over. To be honest all the love is a bit embarrassing, but if my homework was to be uncomfortable than I’d get an A+ because this week’s entry is way worse!
Quick recap: I am magic and my family is possibly magic, too. The verdict is still out on Pops but I’m convinced his love is magic (according to the drawing). I think bus crush Neil has been left in the dust of “loves lost” and have moved on to someone named Andrew.
There’s a real possibility I try to find my yearbooks so we have some faces to go with names, but my lawyer hasn’t gotten back to me.
JK. Lawyer is code name for conscience.
Here is December 1997 part II.
December 11, 97 Loves <3 December 12, 97 I love Scooby Doo! December 12, 97 I love Frosty the snowman! December 12, 97 I love Santa December 12, 97 and I the song of Frosty! December 12, 97 We made a Snowman now we can name it Frosty the Snowman! December 12, 97 I wish Frosty would come to life. December 12, 97 I wish Santa could play to with us! December 12, 97 I am going to have my Diarys for ever December 12, 97 I will have my Dairy keys for ever! December 12 97 on homealone that guy I love him December 12, 97 On home alone that old guy I love him December 14, 97 I am pen pals with my teacher and friends December 19, 97 :) December 12, 97 I got this Diary on my brithyday December 12, 97 I got this Diary from my Grandma S. December 12, 97 On home alone this old giy is nice!! L <3 December 13, 97 My family is pepper, Kelly, James, Mom, Dad. December 13, 97 I love pepper December 13, 97 I love Kelly December 13, 97 I love James December, 13, 97 I love Mom pritty December 13, 97 I love Dad handosm December 13, 97 And I love myself December 13, 97 James is handsom. December 14, 97 I love Johnny Bravo December 16, 97 name my eagle evenger December 16, 97 I like the 70s dance I love couisen it on the adam's family. I love Fester I love Bascket Ball I love pepper I love all sorts of dogs!!!
Are you as exhausted as I am by reading all of those I Love Yous?
I sound a little manic, desperately writing down every single piece of information possible about who I love so I won’t forget. Why was I so worried about forgetting?
This phase grew from writing it down on paper to taking photos. An entire afternoon during 5th grade was spent lining up every possession I owned so each item could be photographed. An elephant never forgets, so neither should I.
It’s entirely possible this obsessive need to remember came after my grandpa died and learned about death for the first time at six years old.
I’m happy to announce the anxiety driven panic has been slowly stiffened over the years, but can still rear its head when seemingly fit.
Can we talk about the old guy from Home Alone? You know who I’m talking about, right? Shoveled snow while mean muggin and creepy music played?
Old Man Marley ends up saving Kevin at the end and isn’t as scary as once believed. Underrated characters who turn out to be the hero in the end are my favorite.
Oh yeah, and I’m positive my 8-year-old self would be pleased to know this diary has lasted forever.
But I hate to tell ya kid, those keys have been long gone.
[NEXT] Oh, Santa. How I believed in your magic for far too long. I was in middle school when a friend started to pick on me about believing. I ended it the only way I knew how,
“Say Santa is real or I won’t give you your Christmas gift!”
Like most little kids who like getting gifts, she complied. Pretty sure that was the extent of my bullying. I bullied for Santa’s sake.
If you’d like to dig up some of your old dirt and have it featured on the Dear Diary series, email it to ramblinrandol@gmail.com
PS: I think my siblings would be pleased to know I loved them so much I wrote it down a zillion times.
PSS: My spelling errors are phonetic enough that spellcheck tries to correct them to the proper spelling for me every time.
