March 18, 2000

Dear Diary,

Now it's the new millineum 2000! I'm going to write alot because I have a bunch to tell you. You never knew this but I like Jackson C. I don't think he loves me. :-( I hope he does. We also got robbed about 1 month ago. They broke in our back window and took some important things like our TV, video camera, playstation, my mom's jewlery, my dad's camera, guns, box with some $2 bills, John F Kennedy 50¢ pieces, real silver nickles and I think that's all for now. Boo hoo!

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Spoiler alert: Jackson is in my diaries A LOT. Pretty sure he's happily married now. 

Also, that break in to our house was only the first, but it was also the hardest. They took nearly everything we owned; they eventually got caught and were put in jail, but I do remember it being rather traumatizing as a kid.

October 16, 1999 7:40

Dear Diary,

Today my cousin is over. I thought it would be fun. I figured out that it isn't. Because she stole my Backstreet Boys CD, my Tigger pencil, and my playstation. I won 200 dolarrs! That's how I got my playstation. I'm not telling you the whole story because it's to long to write. My cousin hit me hard on the back and it stings. 

Bye bye

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So many things! First of all, the part in italics is crossed out multiple times with "Big Lie!!!" written across it in a different color. At least I came to my senses at some point to tell the truth about that. 

I really did win $200. There was some event at the Kurten Community Center, and a skydiver jumped and landed on a big bingo board. You could pay ahead of time for a number, and if he landed on your number, you won money. He landed on 5 which is not only how I won $200 but also how 5 became my lucky number.

Finally, I love my cousin dearly, but I'm 100% positive the part about her hitting me hard is completely true. It was how we showed affection. Hahahaha. 

June 21, 1999

Dear Diary,

I was sitting on my mom & she said I must weigh 500 pounds. Pretty rude, huh? [hand drawn crying face]

Bye

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So, I could be all sad about how I've pretty much always been fat, or I could laugh because I'm sure it was not meant to hurt me. I'm going with the second one because I know my mom would never say anything to intentionally hurt me.

July 2, 1999

Dear Diary, 

I have some good news, and some bad news. Let me tell you the bad news first. It's going to be a while before I write to you again. The good news is, well, actually I have a lot of good news. I lost my butterfly neclace but when I told my dad, he pulled it out of his pocket! And he got a new job! He'll be making $14,000 a year! That's all the good news today. Bye.

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I'm dying. I'm pretty sure my dad wasn't making $14,000 a year. Cute little me thought that was a lot of money to make in a year! A quick Google search indicates that the average median household income in 1999 was about $60,000. I know we weren't rich, but we were better off than $14,000 a year would provide for. 

June 22, 1999

Dear Diary,

I feel bad that I haven't written to you. I bet you'll be happy to hear this. I changed everything upstairs! I know it's not much to say, but that's all we really did. Oh, yes, I totally forgot about something. I hope your ready for this. Here it goes. Well, my mom and I went to the Gorge Bush library, and the MSC which stands for memorial student center. When my mom and I got to the M.S.C. she wanted to show me her dorm in Hass. This is taking forever let me get to the point. We got drenched! everone was staring at us. But we finally got home. Thank gosh. Bye. 

June 17, 1999

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I have not gotten to you. It's just that nothing exiting happens. But, something happend today my cousin Diana hit a ball in a softball game. She hit the ball the wrong way instead of hitting a home run. UGH! 

BYE!

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Dear DD,

28 year old me apologizes for 8 year old me not being supportive. You could have been a softball star if it weren't for me and my negativity. 

June 12, 1999

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I got back from camp!! That's all that I have to say right now. So I guess I should say Bye, Huh? GOODBYE!

[second entry that day]


Dear Diary, 

Today we, well, my mom and dad cleared all the stuff beside the house. they didn't get that far though. GOODBYE!

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First of all, DRAG THEM little Emily!! I'm assuming I was talking about clearing brush from our house, and I know from experience that while it may not look like progress was made, it's very labor intensive and doesn't look great until it's done. How rude of me! 

Also, I apparently didn't write about it, but I remember hating this camp. Maybe it was another one, but I'm pretty sure it was this one. We were in cabins that didn't have real walls - they were made of the same stuff window screens are made of. There was burlap or something we could roll down to "close" the windows, but it stormed one night super hard. Those cloth curtain things made zero difference. We tried moving the beds away from the walls so we didn't get drenched, but the beds were nailed to the ground. Also, we had to trek through the woods for MILES (it was probably more like feet) to get to the bathroom AKA outhouse. I suppose it was Girl Scout camp, so we were supposed to sort of be roughing it, but dang. That's too much nature for me. 

June 10, 1999

Dear Diary,

Here's my scheduel: First was breakfast. For breakfast we had, I forgot. Then, we went to do Arts and crafts. We made sand candles. Next was Archery. Then, we went to lunch. We had ham or turkey sandwiches. We also had roast beef stew. After lunch we did pool. Then we rode the horses. Then, we had dinner! We had speghetii, and french toast! That's all I remember. 

Bye

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Once again, ya girl is always focused on the food. Clearly dinner was my favorite part of camp. And that would still be the case. Also, I did archery as an 8 year old?! They trusted us with bow and arrows?! I definitely do not remember that and don't know that I would want to be around small children shooting arrows. Yikes!

June 9, 1999 (at camp)

Dear Diary,

Today I was at camp. We ate dinner in the mess hall. We had mashed poetatoes. Rachel ate 4 helpings! We also had disgusting vegetables, and terrific meat. We had water and lemonade.

Bye

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I'm so glad I focused on the important things like the food. Also, I'm highly doubting that the meat was "terrific." Hahaha. 

June 8, 1999

Tomorrow I'm going to camp! I'm scared. We packed and everything today. 

June 7, 1999

Dear Diary,

Today my dad and I almost finished our jigsaw puzzle. My mom and I were going to make a tape starring me and my mom. But guess what? IT WOULDN'T TAPE! We went to find a place for Dakota to stay while we were in NC. We found a very nice place.

BYE BYE

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In a way, I appreciate that I didn't add a lot of extra fluff, but at the same time, it seems so disjointed! Also, I do have memories of my mom and I trying to record us singing familiar songs on cassette tapes. And now kids do that stuff on Tik Tok or whatever. 

June 6, 1999

Dear Diary,

I am reading a book called "By the Shores of Silver Lake" by Laura Ingals Wilder. I hated my mom but not any more. That's all I have to say.

Goodbye, Book of SECRETS

June 5, 1999

Dear Diary,

Today I went to a fishing tournament that my dad directed. The biggest one was 5.91! That quite a large fish! I was swimming all day. I had collected at least 50 mucle shells but some mean person had pushed them back into the water. 

Bye. 

June 4, 1999

Dear Diary,

Tonight I get to sleep with Mom. We rented two movies. I got Buddy, and Mom got You've Got Mail. Yesterday my dad found a soccer ball, a necklace, and a watch. In 5 more days, I'll be heading to Camp Kachina and you'll be the first thing I pack. 

Bye. 

June 3, 1999

Dear Diary,

Today was one of those days that wasn't so interesting. I figured out that if you don't listen to a person that knows what their doing the going get tough. That happened to my mom today when she was mowing the lawn for my dad while he was at work. She went down the stumpy creek trails. We have two creek trails. The stumpy and the pipeline trail. When she did I told her not to but she did it anyway! She got stuck just like I said. She thought she could be cool but ended up not being so cool after all. I've got writer's cramp so I gotta go.

Bye and good night. 

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Sorry ten years later, Mom. Haha. But let's be real, this is something that could have happened yesterday, minus the whole dad being at work. This is also exactly how I would tell this story if it happened today, too, except for maybe with better grammar. 

June 2, 1999

Dear Diary, 

Today I went to my cousin's grandparent's pool. I hate both of my parents. My friend Ashley E. was saposed to come and drop something off at 7:30 p.m. It is 8:40 and she still hasn't come. 

Goodbye DIARY of secrets

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Written evidence that my sass started at a very young age. 

June 1, 1999

Dear Diary,

Today was a partly horrible day. I have two tan bags full of stuff and a box with games in it and I only got 18.05¢. Dragola!!!!! At least I got some money. I did get a game called "Ghost writer". My mom bought us a jigsaw puzzle. I went to Granny Apple's house with my daddy and got to hold their kitty that was dropped off on Hwy 21. It was a girl. She was black, had blue eyes, she looked like she was 1 yr. old and she was so adorable. Bye. 

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I distinctly remember that Ghost Writer game, and it was awesome. At least to an 8 year old. It was based off one of my favorite TV shows at the time that I'm sure would make me cringe if I could find it somewhere today. Maybe that's what I'll do with my afternoon - try to find old episodes of Ghost Writer. 

May 31, 1999

Dear Diary,

I had an O.K. time today. My mom and I cleaned out my playroom. We're going to bring the stuff I didn't want to a store called "Once upon a child."

I'm looking forward to the summer because I get to bring you to camp called "Camp Kochina." Bye. 

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Oh. My. Goodness. I really hope I wrote about Camp Kachina because I have some terrible memories from that camp. It was a Girl Scout camp, and I remember hating everything about it. 

May 30, 1999 (night)

Dear Dary,

I HATE my mother. 




Dear Diary,
I don't hate my mom anymore. Bye. 

May 30, 1999 (morning)

Dear diary,

I just got back from church and my mom scream at me "I don't want to talk to you!" That made me mad. (On to the next pg for more info.)

May 29, 1999

Dear Diary,

Today I went to my Grandma's house while my mom went to gratuation. I'm very tired. Bye.