I decided to take a page from one of my favorite blogs…The Young and the Relentless, in which the author has begun copying her diary entries into her blog, along with witty comments.
Honestly I couldn’t think of something to write about, and thought this might be a neat window into my formative years. However looking at my old journal I realized that not much has changed in regards to the frequency in which I write.
Here’s a picture of it:

I’ll be honest, to this day I’ve yet to find another journal that fit so well into my hands,was a nice size to write in and was so pretty. The front and back were fabric, the design was stched in, and the leather on the sides nicly embossed. On the spint was the gold writting “Diary”. Inside I’ve got a ton of old comics, Fortunes from Fortune cookies, even notes from people taped in it. I’ll save those for another entry though. Also, I kind of enjoyed re-reading it-and even though many of my entries are a little too um, focused on carnal items than a Catholic girl should be, if you get my drift I think I’ll post a lot of them at times like this. And by that I mean, when I can’t think of anything better to write about.
Today I’ve chosen to post an entry written from 1990, I looked for one in the nearly 4 years that my journal spans and this was the closest one to today’s date that I could find. I have changed, and will continue to change names as I have recently gotten back into contact with a few people from high school…and I’ve added comments in parentheses.
November 16, 1990
This week was so bonus (seriously, I talked like that. Well probably only in my journal, but I have a pretty good feeling I did it elsewhere too) Reynaldo (not his real name) still doesn’t like me, but he does think I’m nice.
He said that he’d give me a picture of him. (If he doesn’t like me why would he give me a picture of him?) He said that he didn’t have a school picture to give me so he’d give me a picture of him at home, most likely by the pool!!!! (Not embellishing the exclamation points there, and I still have that picture-and he did bring it the next day-which begs the question to why he would do that if he didn’t like me.)
Yesterday was the last day we could wear shorts (I went to a school where we had to wear uniforms, kilts or grey pants (which were a very recent addition) for the girls, and grey pants for the boys. We all wore the same white button up shirts-had the option to wear a cardigan or a pullover and in the summer we could wear grey shorts. To this day I attribute these choices to my dislike in clothes shopping.) Of course that’s what I wore today so I spent homeroom and half of first period in the vice-principal’s office to get a note.
At the end of the entry there is a note from Reynaldo that says:
“Hey Sioux (yes I called myself that, everyone did in fact), you’re really funny. Sort dumb, but nice too. I mean that in a good way. Try not to talk so much, and maybe stop watching so many movies and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
I wish I could remember exactly why he wrote me that, why I thought highly enough to keep liking him and why I saved it.
There was also a notation that I taped the note from the vice principal’s office but that it was removed on May 16th, 1994 to be placed in my high school memory book.
and 
Need I say more?
The greatest comfort food.
April Fresh!
Mmmmmm sushi.
Vosage’s Mo’s Bacon Bar. Don’t mock, if you’ve ever dipped your bacon or sausage into your maple syrup at IHOP or Denny’s, or even at home, you’d love this as much as I do.
Wellington Park in Simcoe Ontario Canada. That windmill is on one half of the park, you can drive right past that, a tiny bridge, tiny aterfall, a tiny (litterally) church and many many Canadian Geese and mallards ducks. Also swans. LOVELY park. To this day I still bug who ever is driving to drive through the park at least once. If not more.
Preferred Shade: Paramour
Ferrous
Oliver
Ben. Especially when he’s enjoying my cooking.






