Recently, I started sifting through one of the boxes because I just can't stand having unnecessary crap in my house anymore.
Along with some other embarrassing items, I tossed out the box that once housed the full CD set, The Music of Disney: A Legacy in Song.
Might not be so bad if I hadn't been 16 the Christmas I received it. And loved it.
Other things I loved: Phantom of the Opera, Sunflowers perfume, Billy Joel, and beefy upperclassman lacrosse players who didn't know my name.
Also in the box I dissected was a diary that ends about 7 pages into the journal, and I have decided to share part of it here. It is (dare I say?) juicy. Are you ready?
Get some coffee.
Maybe go to the bathroom first.
Grab some tissues while you're in there.
Fluff your couch cushions.
I'll wait.
*whistles Dixie*
OK, now are you ready?
This is the entry in its entirety.
WORD.
Yep, Sarah P, band camp was cool. Maybe not cool in the same way as, say, one of those beefy lacrosse players who drink beer on the weekends, have long hair, are really into the environment (NO, Mom, he's not a potsmoker - he's an athlete), and who all would fall madly in love with you if only they knew the real you.
But, sure, band camp was "pretty cool." What with the end-of-camp outdoor Sousa-palooza, the unrequited geek love, and the classrooms filled with the intoxicating scents of clarinet reeds and saliva, it's amazing you didn't head into 10th grade the talk of the senior class and a shoe-in for homecoming queen.
Just FYI, though, maybe you should consider that every actually cool 14-year-old in 1993:
a) probably did not have a diary.
b) if they did have diaries on July 5, 1993, were writing about the activities of the previous day, which likely included making out with beefy lacrosse players under a fireworks display and sneaking nips of schnapps while adult family members were busy with wine coolers and hot tubs.
And, hey, Sarah P - just a heads up - you grow up to be kind of a dick, so you might not want to save this shit. Grown-up you might expose your most private thoughts to the entire world. It's called the Internet. It's going to be HUGE.
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Update: The rest of the page was blank. And it was the final entry in the journal.
I LOVE it!!!! Glad you took the time to write sooooo much! Whew. Glad I had time to read the whole thing. Didn't want to miss out...
ReplyDeleteSoo glad I systematically destroyed all of my childhood journals. I remember thinking if I didn't fill a page a day it didn't count. Some of them were more pointless than the Twilight books.
ReplyDeleteAHhahaha! That's pretty cool. I have like 4 diaries from my youth that I'd used maybe the first 5 pages of and then abandoned. and my drivel usually went something like: "I think I love Karl. but maybe I should break up with him. I think I love John more. and it's true love for sure. do you think John would go out with me? Karl is tall though."
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonder I ever decided I was a writer. Or a decent human being.
No matter how embarrassing, I don't think I could ever throw out those Disney CDs!
ReplyDeleteI played clarinet and was a total band geek! ...and probably still would be if I had the time!
Jules - I just got right to the point. Brevity. I was a journalist-to-be.
ReplyDeleteLogical Libby - You are a smart woman.
andygirl - I once saw a preteen's online journal in which she wrote something like, "I love my boyfriend Tim and omg Jon K. is so hott and like he has really cool shoes." Everything starting with "is" is a direct quote.
mariahsmile - It was just the empty box. Pretty sure my folks still have the CDS. And I would totally still play the fingering phallus if I had the time. Great instrument.
Man, I love John Philip Sousa. And I was never even in Band!
ReplyDeleteNow I get it. I couldn't figure out why you spent an hour and a half blogging last night with a flute stuck in your...
ReplyDeleteAnywho, I'm coming home tonight dressed like a lax player with a half bottle of cinnamon schnapps and 4 cans of Schlitz. So you better put on that old cheerleader outfit (that's right, I just outed you SaRah-RahP) because it's GO TIME!!!!
dogimo - who DOESN'T?!
ReplyDeletePHubby - You. bastard.
You and I are EXACTLY the same except I was in choir. I was also a 14-year old diary writer and I'm also kind of a dick now. If you replace "kind of" with "totally". I wonder if our 14-year old selves would have commented on each other's blogs?
ReplyDeleteLove the comment from your hubby! I was a choir nerd so I see your pain! Some of the popular people joined, but not until senior year. I wish that I could still find the choir picture of me from freshman year...chubby, braces, and bad hair.
ReplyDeleteI always wondered what band camp was like. It's so awesome to know that it was pretty cool! :D
ReplyDeleteband camp. that's awesome cool.
ReplyDeleteSunflowers perfume is where you got me. Did you also have Exlamation!? How was Sunflowers so popular? I bought it even though it stank.
ReplyDeleteOh. my. god. How did you get my journal?!? (or one of the many barely used excuses for a journal anyway?) I had a friend who practically bathed in Sunflowers and I have a distinct memory of feeling sick while standing next to her AND one of those "environmentalists" -- yes, it was the first time I smelled weed. And we shall not talk about reeds and Sousa and band camp anymore because I might cry.
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