Dear Diary...

[This would be me at age fourteen.]
Sunday, November 2, 1997

Sometimes I wonder if I should have been born and raised in the country or something, where I could just kick it in the barn all day and milk the cows, or something. And not have to deal with everything moving on all the time; just live life at a slow pace, which I guess is what I'm doing now - only it would be better then because everyone else would be at a slow pace too, and not two steps ahead, which everyone seems to be. Sometimes I just want to give up for a few days and lay in bed and be in my comfort zone, and have everything else stop for awhile, until I'm caught up with everybody.

Tuesday, November 11, 1997

Last night I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was pretty good. It was about how Giles was part of this demon sort of thing, I don't know, pretty twisted. When he was a teenager he hung around with these four other people and they practiced black magic and had demon orgies and all this wacked stuff. Hannah's like, "What's an orgy?" I was like, "Don't worry about it."

Yesterday we got Chinese at the mall, then last night Hannah ate my orange chicken. Which pissed me off, especially because when I asked who ate it, she didn't even say anything until my dad said he saw her eat it. That really made me mad. The chicken was good, too. I guess Hannah thought so anyway.

meanwhile, back in 2004 -

Music:
Everything in Its Right Place - Radiohead
The Seed (2.0) - The Roots

Love: Brownies. (as in chocolate ones, not the Girl Scout ones.)