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Subject: {ASSM} Dating Diaries '89 part one by Dryad (nosex)
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Dear friends and readers,
This is different from many of the stories you've seen me write.
It is more or less true (names and places have been changed to
protect ...well, ME). I had my first real boyfriend when I was
14, and a sophomore in high school. I began my diary. Told it
more than just my dating quandaries, but filled with all sorts of
teenage angst and melodramatics. (and looking back, I could be
incredibly melodramatic). The diary ended about a month before my
wedding, so I guess you really could call this the Dating Diary.
Why post my pathetic diary? Easy. While I realize many of us
write in fantasy, I'm tired of 14/16 year olds thinking like 30
year olds. Realism Folks! And what's more real than an actual
diary? In some respects the writing sucks. I have changed nothing
but actual names. Thought about elaborating, but then, you'd get
my near 30 year brain in places it doesn't belong. This is what
it is. The basics, however, still apply. This is my work, (for
better or worse) is copyrighted by me, and no posting without my
prior permission. Celeste's blow job principle is still in action
guys. This may or may not include adult situations, so if you're
not allowed to watch a nc-17 movie, scram. All others enjoy (or
not *shrug *).
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Dating Diary 1989 Part 1
By Dryad
Dear Diary, 1/2/89
Happy New Year! 12/30 I went to a party at Lianne's house. I
talked with Josh some and played pictionary. Then freeze tag
(joke; it was freezing out!) with Amanda, Beth, Mike, Seth and
me. I talked with Seth for a while. Then Mike dumped men's
cologne down my neck...and it burned my skin! I had fun anyway.
Linc hired someone new. Her name is Dianne Chandler. Mom use to
know her. She's really interested in Palms, Zodiac, and thinks
like that-cool!. I really must go to bed now. I finished the
first chapter in my book. I'm not going to do my report for
Foreign Policy-I'm going to drop it if I can. If not, I'll fail
it. It's not an important class anyway. G'night!
Dear Diary, 1/8/89
Today is Sunday. I went to work today and yesterday. Not much is
going on. I'm trying out for the play tomorrow. (wish me luck!)
I'm going to fail FP. Its all right though. I didn't want to
(well, I WANTED to, I just didn't care) because I'm not handing
in my report. [Dryad note: this class was mostly seniors; and the
teacher in his infinite wisdom wanted a 15 page paper, when all
the other semester long social science classes were asking for
3-5 page papers. Retreat was the better part of valour] So unless
I drop out well, ..
I read the Scarlet Letter- I got a 10 out of 10 (I think) on my
test. Tuesday's a half-day, so I'm working. I haven't done
anymore on my story. If I make auditions-call-backs are on
Wednesday. In French-the teacher told us there's a trip to Quebec
and we would stay with host families. I'm trying to talk my
parents into it-hah! I'll never see Quebec! It's $350. Now Mom
and dad say I might not be able to get my car-because they don't
want it added to their insurance. "I have to be 18 to have my
own". Says their insurance company. I'm tired. Night!
Dear Diary, 1/16/89
Well, I finally did convince my parents, but decided not to go.
$350 is a lot of money. Anyway, I got called back Wed, but I
didn't make it. I'm surprised, because I was told I did a good
job- by many people-oh well! I still have my period- what a pain.
I got a letter from Alicia today. It was neat. My life is
dead-boring, that is, I need a vacation-mom laid into dad about
not taking a vacation for 4 years! What a bummer. Gotta go!
Dear Diary, 1/20/89
Life is okay. I got a 70 on my English exam. Then, I got an 80
for the marking period. So I got a 78 for the semester. A big
doozy though, I got a 17 out of 70 on my algebra test. Booo! I'm
getting a 64 in that class.
Anyway, I now have $1052.46 in the bank. Yay! I'm proud of
myself. I went shopping and bought a magenta cardigan sweater, a
pink 10 button shirt, and 2 bathing suits. (and some earrings)
One bathing suit is all black with a black and turquoise twisted
belt. It comes up on the hip cut out on the back and has a
crisscross shape in the front. So it is low cut. The other is
higher cut on the hip, and straight on the top. The sides are cut
out and the back is the same. It is green and gold. About an inch
in the front and 3 in the back along the bottom seam is plain
black. The earrings are gold and look like filigree. Lianne was
surprised at the prices (the bathing suits I got on clearance for
$5 each. And she paid $36 for one of hers!) I better go to bed
now, I have to go to work to pay for all this in the morning!
Dear Diary, 1/29/89
It is Sunday. My exams were so-so. I got a 93 on my CPR exam.; an
82 on my chemistry. I don't know what I got on my French, and I
got a 57 on my Algebra. Boohoo. I skipped my foreign policy exam.
I nearly got sick in work yesterday, so my check will be tiny. (I
only worked 2 3/4 hrs) I came home and slept. (and slept and
slept). Got some new clothes on Monday, a pair of lime green
gypsy pants and a peach print button shirt. I cleaned out my
clothes (it's about time) I got 2 large garbage bags of clothes
to get rid of!
Lianne and I had a long talk on the phone; an hour. I did some
cross stitch; a dove. It came out okay. Psychology is going to be
interesting. I watched this new show called "dolphin cove". It
takes the place of "high mountain rangers". But it's still a
decent show.
I am trying to become a better part of society. ( I would say
better myself, but to a certain extent, I was happy with myself,
just not with what everyone thought of me.) new clothes, new
personality, (to an extent)
Josh is starting to bother me. He hurt me. They made up this word
in English class; my name and "gross". I wanted to calmly stand
up, walk over to his seat, slap him in the face and coolly walk
out. And if he brings that word up again, I will (leave that is).
I don't know if I could, but my dignity can only stand so much.
Maybe instead I stand up and tell everyone who is laughing that
if they can only get their laughs from other peoples expense,
then they have no feelings and that it's would be a wonder that
they world is around if people like them ruled the world. THEN
walk out. I'm tired of making up arguments with people who aren't
there. G'night.
Dear Diary, 1/31/89
Today I sent out my income tax paper. I am soooo sore from
aerobics yesterday; OUCH! I had a French quiz, which I think I
did okay on. I am starting to copy over my English notebook which
is turning out as an enormous task. (I'm up to the 3rd part out
of 8 and they are the easiest. Oh, well. I'll get it caught up by
the end of February. I hope. Oh, well, not much else, goodnight.
Dear Diary, 2/15/89
I'm so sorry I haven't written in so long. I have sent Alicia a
letter. I got an 80 in English, and 82 in Chemistry, and 88 (?)
in CPR, a 70 in Gym (he gives 70's to everyone.) a 74 in French,
(raised my grade 12 points!) Algebra a 64, and I failed foreign
policy, of course.
We have a student teacher in French. She's really sweet. I have
started to work on the party scene of the Competition! [Dryad
note: our area held play competitions between schools; this
particular year, we did "Desire Under the Elms" by Eugene o'
Neil] Also, I have been assigned, (yippee!) to property mistress!
(Double yippee!) for "12 Angry Women" which I hear isn't going to
well. (Oh, well)
Oh, yes! We have a new employee at Linc's! Gorgeous 17-year-old
Mark and he is THE most conceited arrogant, pompous ass you have
ever met! He says a woman's place is in the kitchen, barefoot and
pregnant, a woman is the same thing as a slave and he said 15
year olds are babies. AUGH! Asked if he thought he was God's gift
to women...he answered. "No, I know I am." Male chauvinist pig!
Now he calls me "diapers" He said he's going to give me a box of
pampers wrapped in a ribbon. I told Cole and he said I should
have answered him, "Why are you expecting to get me pregnant?"
What a fantastic comeback!
I told Mark I don't get mad, I get even. Now, his most precious
thing (next to himself of course) is his car. He told me if I
touch it he'd break my face; ah well, it'd be worth it. I could
sue for any serious damage. So far here's the list I have
· Disconnect the battery cables
· Write on his windshield with lipstick
· Let the air out of his tires
· Turn his lights on when he gets to work (it would kill the battery)
· Put sugar in his gas tank
· Lock his keys in his car
· Put rocks in his gas tank
· Put a potato in his exhaust
· Toilet paper it, then wet it down
· Rewire his starter [dryad note: yes, I can do that!]
· Take off the distributor cap
· Put peanut butter on the fan belts
· Put water in the gas tank
· Put shaving cream on his locks
· Make him "lose" his keys.
No permanent damage though, so that leaves out a few. Not bad.
Gotta do homework now.
P.S. Chris worships Mark-Disgusting!
[Dryad note: Part 2 Should be more interesting!]
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2003
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