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Showing posts with label diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diary. Show all posts
Monday, January 07, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
And... We're Back.
We've recovered (somewhat) from the holiday cheer, merriment and forced socializing, ready to post regularly.
Each January, I usually like to reflect on the year that was (selectively weeding out the bad, emphasizing the good). It's something that's best done in stages, because the year is still new and it feels like there's more than enough time for everything. I've never been one for making actual resolutions, because I don't like thinking about all that I didn't do. But I did when I was younger, and as you can see, H did too:
I did renew my gym membership today, and thinking of that will allow me to coast through January relatively pleased with myself. Cheers to 2008!
Each January, I usually like to reflect on the year that was (selectively weeding out the bad, emphasizing the good). It's something that's best done in stages, because the year is still new and it feels like there's more than enough time for everything. I've never been one for making actual resolutions, because I don't like thinking about all that I didn't do. But I did when I was younger, and as you can see, H did too:
I did renew my gym membership today, and thinking of that will allow me to coast through January relatively pleased with myself. Cheers to 2008!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Dear Diary
The start of a new month signals a new chapter in sisterly torture.
While H has been traipsing around the country, living it up in the land of milk and honey, finding herself, shirking her bloggerly duties - whatever you want to call it - I've been storing her possessions at my place. I'm the proud guardian of her furniture, dishes, books, cleaning supplies and gorgeous shoes that I would totally wear if only her feet weren't so freakishly small. Having spent a lot of time with H in the past, I know her stuff well. That still hasn't stopped me from poking around the boxes. Thanks to her, I've found some excellent reading materials. Probably the sweetest find of all? Her old journals.
A few years ago, we laughingly read her youthful entries and admitted how silly we were. (The wine only made it funnier.) Since I don't have any embarrassing or unflattering stories to tell about H, I thought, what better way to celebrate September than a back-to-school excerpt from H's journal?
This is the genuine article, folks. I'll pay for this later, but right now, it's worth it. More to come!
While H has been traipsing around the country, living it up in the land of milk and honey, finding herself, shirking her bloggerly duties - whatever you want to call it - I've been storing her possessions at my place. I'm the proud guardian of her furniture, dishes, books, cleaning supplies and gorgeous shoes that I would totally wear if only her feet weren't so freakishly small. Having spent a lot of time with H in the past, I know her stuff well. That still hasn't stopped me from poking around the boxes. Thanks to her, I've found some excellent reading materials. Probably the sweetest find of all? Her old journals.
A few years ago, we laughingly read her youthful entries and admitted how silly we were. (The wine only made it funnier.) Since I don't have any embarrassing or unflattering stories to tell about H, I thought, what better way to celebrate September than a back-to-school excerpt from H's journal?
This is the genuine article, folks. I'll pay for this later, but right now, it's worth it. More to come!
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The End of Exile
As a preteen, I wrote in my diary obsessively. In its pages, I worked out some pretty tough stuff (Why doesn't Wade Desroches like me? Will I ever get boobs? Who shot Mr. Burns?). These past few days, unable to leave the house, I've returned to my old ways. I think I feel better. Or maybe I've got a buzz going.
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