As I was digging through my closet at my parents’ house a few weeks ago, I stumbled upon this gem of a notebook:
Turns out, it was the journal I used after this one. Let’s delve into the life and times of 8th grade Lee!
[A straw is taped to the page, with the words “My straw saxophone” written next to it.]
I went to my first school dance today. I went partly because my friends wanted me to, and partly because [boy on whom I had a painful and unrequited crush, and whose ever-evolving hairstyle I describe throughout my entries in vivid and horrifying detail] is going. I saw [crush] but didn’t dance with him. I swing-danced with Alex. I just generally became way overheated. I fell attempting the electric slide. I’m nervous because we’re going to have sex ed in health class soon, and someone told me it’s x-rated. I hope it’s not too shagadellic. I must be turning teenager. Dude, I’ve run out of things to talk about. J’adore [crush’s French class name].
I’M AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN. Also, I don’t like small, cramped spaces.
I got my Halloween costume today. I’m going to be a lawn gnome. I wanted to be a Teletubby, but I’m bein’ a gnome. I’m good. Oh! Today was Picture Day. [Crush] didn’t spike his hair for his picture; I was very upset.
In activity, Ashley cut my hair. She was like, “Can I cut your hair?” and, silly me, thinking it was a joke, said okay. She then snipped a lock real fast and taped it to her binder.
[Only the word “sassy” in huge bubble letters.]
I’m worried Remy is tone-deaf.
I really struggle with spelling the word “broccoli.” I played The Sims for the first time today. You can marry anyone in that game! So I married Patrick Swayze. Duh. We adore each other. We adopted a daughter, but she got taken away from us by Child Protective Services. Oops! Also, someone told me today I’d be a bad competitive swimmer. DISS! But actually I agree.
[I wrote out the lyrics to “I Want it That Way” by the Backstreet Boys in both English and poorly-translated French.]
I should write a song about my emotions. I have so very many of them.
I hope I never have to pierce my lip. That would dampen my spirits.
Kirsten Dunst is a good actress.
And on that note, I think I’ve had enough nostalgia for one day. Oh, 13 year-old Lee. You were just so very weird.