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And now, a special edition of Old Agendas which will henceforth be categorized as BABY AGENDAS.

When I was growing up, my mom kept a daily calendar/journal. She wrote little things about me every day, from things I said to things I liked. Please read Saturday and commence laughing. Bahaha. 15 months old. How prophetic.

Happy Birthday to my best friend since middle school, the one who was with me through my awkward turtle years, the only person I know who is over the age of 8 and appreciates the beauty of animated Barbie films, and the person who I apparently wrote several incredibly nice things about in my journals but never said to her face.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FOOL!

Just in case anyone was worried about the accuracy of my hand tracing, I included a disclaimer. (2003)

I am fully aware that this is humiliating, but I am proud to say that, in the 10 years or so since writing this, I have hugged plenty of boys. I'm not sure how many chains I have made in a pool though...that was clearly a special moment in my life.

"I RLY wanted 2 hug him. Ima hug him sumtime soon. Like in the pool we made a chain & I got 2 hold his hand. *sighhh* <-- good one "

Sometimes, a song really hits us hard. The words spark something inside, and suddenly we feel connected: connected to the song, the writer, the artist, the other people enjoying the song.

Other times, we are 13 years old, and we connect to the theme song from "Braceface."

The Early Days of my Caffeine Addiction - A Dramatization

Xanga was a popular site in my early days of high school. It promoted more writing than Facebook or Myspace, and for that, I admire it. However, it seems to me that, more often than not, my friends and I used the site to write dramatizations of our days to out-do one another. This was instead of writing about things as they really happened. I have a hard time believing this entry, written near the end of my freshman year of high school. Although I have always been a huge fan of caffeine (and consume copious amounts to this day,) I think this was more for entertainment than chronicling the truth.

Who's entertainment? That is a question I simply cannot answer.

This is written on the inside of a composition book which served as one of my journals from 7th to 9th grade. I always loved using composition books because it made me feel like Harriet the Spy. I remember I even tried to bend them and beat them up so that I could fold them and carry them around (like Harriet does in the movie.)

In case you don't feel like reading this roller coaster of a warning message as written, here is the transcription: "Keep out of here! This is Private! Go away mom! Plz. - U get $20 if u keep out Ben! I swear! - Kt if ur my friend then get out now! - GOODBYE ALL BUT ME!"

(Ben = younger brother / Kt = best friend )

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It is here that I betray my younger self and reveal all of my deepest, darkest, journaled secrets. It is also here that I repost things which I, at one point in time, thought were okay to be posted on the internet, whether through Xanga, Myspace, or older Tumblr accounts. At 23 years old, I finally feel okay about revealing the inner workings of my adolescent mind.

I've wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. My dad always reminded me that the most important thing for an aspiring writer to do is to WRITE. Reading these old pieces, I don't know if I agree. They make for some great fodder now, though. Maybe there was a greater purpose to it all.

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