...That's What She Said

My So-Called Teenage Life Blog Hop

I'm going to be honest.  When I saw this blogfest, I thought I was going to unearth some long, lost profound thought from half a lifetime ago.  I actually spent 45 minutes in the garage digging through tupperware totes to find my authentic, hand-written high school diary.  It's pink, has hearts on it and the lock is missing.  The date inscribed inside the front has April 1991 scratched out and replaced by June 1992 and there are remnants of the missing pages that were torn from the beginning.  The first non-removed entry is dated June 20, 1992 and the diary ends 29 entries later at August 15, 1993, which should have recorded  my life from the summer prior to my freshman year of high school through the summer after.  In a way, I suppose it does... an abbreviated boy-crazy version, anyway.

It didn't take me long to read through all 29ish pages, as they're 3 x 5 sized... and as I read, I noticed a theme.  Instead of posting one full entry about a death of a classmate or the election of Bill Clinton, I'm going to post several excerpts that highlight something I actually found even more interesting.

A couple of years ago, my film aficionado husband thought it would be hysterical to make me watch the first Twilight movie, despite my vehement opposition.  He actually put the movie in our Netflix queue.  (To this day, I make sure to tell all of his male friends about this.)  Unfortunately, it made its way to our mailbox.  As we sat in the dark with our gigantic bowl of microwaved popcorn, it felt like it took well over four hours to watch the poofy-haired teenaged vampire and his bland, whiny teen human love interest being awkwardly interested in each other.  There were two instances where we paused the movie to openly complain about it.  Once was my (admittedly a slight over-reaction) rant about how vampires DO NOT sparkle as I threw the remote control on the floor.  The other was actually a few pauses over the exact same thing: meaningless/meaningful staring. It's this second issue that I want to focus on now, because (thank goodness) there were no sparkly, wussy vamps at my high school.  So, back to the staring contests... what was all that about?  I was so angry at that movie for stealing away 120 long minutes of my life that I could never get back... and it was mainly because over half of it was just people staring at one another with expressions as if they'd just gotten a whiff of bad cheese, then looking away.  My husband and I went on and on about how NO ONE does that.  Well, luckily, I didn't bet money on that statement.  Now, for your viewing pleasure, I present 100% true and accurately transcribed snippets (grammatical issues included) from my awful, awful, awful diary:

Thursday, August 27


"Anyway there's a guy in two of my classes, and his name's Andy Hernandez.  He remembered me from 5th grade!  I didn't reconize him, but I pretended I did.  He's pretty good looking !!  :-)  And he's been looking at me everytime I see him!"


Saturday, Sept. 13


"On to another guy (oops!) I mean subject.  There is a guy named Whitar.  I think he's Korean, but I'm not sure.  Anyway he's been looking at me alot."


Monday, October 5


"What does bother me is none of them have said they like me, but it's pretty obvious that they're constantly looking at me."


Thursday, November 19


"I was daydreaming at the bus loop and I looked up.  Suddenly, there we were, me and Whitar, staring at eachother.  It seems to happen alot...  Ever since the day I really noticed him, I see him everywhere on campus + each time he's looking at me, too."


Tuesday, December 1


"The same thing happens with Carl - the staring, I mean.  I really like him, but I'm not sure what to do.  I could almost melt when his eyes meet mine.  I have to turn away.  Maybe I can figure out a way to let him know I like him.  But how?  Oh Boy, life's tough."


Friday, January 29


"I love Carl!!! I can't help it.  The way he looks at me, everything about him."


Friday, June 4


"It's the last day of school, I mean, was the last day of school.  My freshman year is over...  I took one last look at him as my bus drove off."


If you actually made it through all that dribble, I offer both my thanks and my sincerest apologies.  I almost feel like I owe Stephenie Meyer an apology, too... Hey, I said almost.