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Diary of a 12 year old girl Part 2 January 17, 2009

The Story so far…I’ve been getting out those old, shameful diaries and have found them rather interesting and amusing and so have collated the interesting and amusing bits for your reading pleasure (I’ve left original spelling and punctuation, it adds I think):

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23rd October 2002

“Today Danielle wasnt here, so the boys completely ignored us! Outrageous! We’ll just ignore them tomorrow”

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11-12-03 (Scary/Exciting Orientation Day)

“The short boy I was telling you about gave me a squashed, demented Mintie, I dont know why, pity on the crippled?!”

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12th Frday December 2003

“I’m am in highest heaven right now! A new L.M. Montgomery book! ‘Course I had to order it from the bookshop, but it is here now and it’s the completion of the Emily Series. It rasied an interestingpoint about fairies. Cousin Jimmy said, “Well you know, if a fairy was really-truly it wouldnt be a fairy”

So, if fairies were real, (which my common sense implors, ‘their not‘) than they wouldnt be a fairy. I agree. i love the word fairy, its dainty and light and dancing on tip toes; it reeks of imaginations=. Their moonlights of imagination, they’re born by it and grown in sunshine and dew – like plants! They blossom in shadey, mossey dells, hidden by guaridan tree’s in the moonlight which is so silvery ( I love that word as well!) its white, pure light”

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Wednesday 17th December 2003

6:37 “Its a hot air tonight. ‘Hot air’ isnt a very good description I would put ‘Meditteranean air’ but its not that – Meditteranean air has a spice about it.”

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Tuesday 23 December 2003

“This year we have candles (Mum doesn’t like Christmas tree’s), and they look very alluring with their soft glow”

“There was this 14 year old boy, who had this amazing voice! It sounded just like a man’s! It did not suit his body”

“I told Mum, that if I died, she could read my diary, so I should watch what I write I ‘spose. I dont know who’s gonna read this in the end. It could get published! Millions of people could read this word I pen down! Or no one will ever read this, maybe, maybe only God and I will ever know what’s written here, or maybe it’ll get as famous as Anne Franks…Oh rats

I know I’ll read this when I’m 20 or so, and I’ll pass it down to my children, and they’ll pass it down to their children…wow! Actually it’s hardly likely that this’ll get published, unless I survive World War 2 or get cancer or something.

What a relief!. It would give me the heebie jeebies thinking that heaps of people will read this…unless I’m dead, then I wouldnt mind so much”

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Wednesday 24th December 2003

“I have discovered a new thing. When I just can’t get to sleep, when I just cant get comfortable; when I want a change of thoughts; I change over and sleep the other way around! It works pretty well”

‘Christmas is here

Where did it go?

Why did it leave?

I want to know’

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Saturaday 27th December 2003

“There’s two types of cute, boy cute (meaning hot, handsome, good lookin’) and bunny rabbit cute and fluffy.”

“The Aunties do the Aunty thing (hugging, kissing, ‘oh how you’ve grown’ ‘how tall you are!’ ‘I like your clothes/hair/shoes’) while the Uncles stand back fora hug or a hand shake.”

Jarrod (my little cousin) immediately takes my hand (i’m that girl’) to show me his Christmas presents/ He gave me ‘serious’ instructions on how to handle the remote control cars ‘without getting burn’t’.”

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Tuesday 13th January 2004

“[the uniforms] are just like the ones off Home and Away (not that I watch that show – I detest it actually. But heaps of people think that it’s cool – not that that makes t cool but it’s alright! having people think its cool – if you know what I mean) *note…I dont actually!

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18-01-03

“Brain fog – that explains it exactly. A dense cloud covering, that makes it really hard to think or concentrate. I dont know how to get rid of it, usually it disperses but lately it’s just been a drone.

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23-01-04

This day marks a significant stepping stone –

TODAY I SHAVED MY LEGS FOR THE FIRST TIME!

Well, it isnt that significant, nor did I technically shave. I used this hair removal cream which is pain free. My leg hair was atrocious, I really desperately needed it…So Mum lathered the cream (that smelt strongly of plasticy kind of) on the bottom half (below the knee) of my lef. She smoothed it with goo and after five minutes we scraped it off with a scrapey thing and wallah! so smooth legs. But my legs were so hairythat I had to do it twice. But it feels weird now, like plastic. Fake legs.

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27-01-04

“I dont think the icing really went with the chocolate, but if you pull off the icing, eat the cake, then the icing, as I do, it was alright”

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Thursday 29th January 2004

MY FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL!

on combination locks…”It took me a couple of tries to get it, but Renee and Elizabeth a lot longer! Though, I couldn’t help them because no one is allowed to know the combination lock”

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Sunday 8th Febraury 2004

“I have decided, in my future, I want it to involve God, music and writing. A career along those lines.”

*Note this has not changed

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10-02-04

“(I would have more progress if the telley wasnt on – the killer of all good intentions)

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12-02-04

“It felt very gallant to give up a seat to someone else, like I was some kind of knight in shining armour!”

“Apparently, the lady who is looking after Mum, her husband is the man who Dad occassionally shears for, and at the Prespryterian Concert, her daughter played the keyboard and her sons in Grade 8 and 11 both go to St. Mary’s It is a small world! Isnt it, amazing how people can be connected to us, and we probably dont even know it like, my pen pal, Carmen probably knows 500-1000 people, right, so if I ever meet one of them, we’re connected because they’re the so and so of my Spanish pen pal! So that means that every single person you know, wehter it be the bus driver or best pal, all the friends they make, and the people they know are connected to you also! you could be easily connected to the whole world, actually you are because the cycle keeps on going, like waves rolling into each other. For instance, lets go back to my pen pal, the friend of hers knows eight hundred people, then, all of them know another eight hundred people, then the friends of the friends of the friends of my pen pal know aother thousand people, so in the end; your connected to the world.

My point? I have no idea”

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Goals and dreams of a 12 year old girl January 15, 2009

Filed under: My world and my life — bessabariangirl @ 3:57 am
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I was reading my old diaries – which prompted this series cos I just got to share the funny and interesting things I’m discovering in it.

Writing in my diary as a youngster

Writing in my diary as a youngster

Anyway these were my goals for 2004 as a totally innocent 12 year old girl (I find them quite inspiring and a little amusing)

RELATIONSHIP GOALS

Parents

  • Try to avoid fighting. Usually their way is right
  • To be a loving daughter and responsible daughter

Austin (my bro)

  • To avoid fighting. Remember he is very sensitive
  • To encourage and build him up
  • To spend wholsome time with him

Friends

  • To witness in lifestyle and choices
  • To be encouraging, to help them achieve their best
  • Don’t be selfish or jealous
  • Dont strive to be popular but just to appreciate the friends I have
  • For correspondence friends reply in good time

VIOLIN/MUSIC

  • Take grade five exam and hopefully get good results (got an A!)
  • To be in Davis at Border Music Camp (thats the top orchestra and i believe I did!)
  • To Give music
  • Practice at least every second day (Note – now im like “practice for two hours a day!)
  • Guitar 0 to practice quicker chord changes (Note -Now im like learn how to go 9’s and 11’s)
  • Singing – work on staying in tune and projection

WRITING GOALS

  • To write regularly in this diary
  • To work on poems and stories
  • Enter competitions (who nkows what could happen!) *Note I did and won a short story comp that year

OTHER

  • Stop picking sores (*note I achieved this)
  • Stop biting nails (*note, I havent quite achieved this)
  • Dont chew on hair (ewwww!) *note YES I HAVE STOPPED THIS LONG AGO!!

This ends my goals for 2004. Work on them, strive for them, achieve them.

Maybe things haven’t changed much since then (except the chewing on the hair part), it’s interesting msot of the things i was striving for then I am still striving for today. Have I come far on the jounrey? I’m certain that I have…

If you want to read some more from my diary as a 12 year old you can read these posts:

* Diary of a Twelve Year Old Girl