For the sake of my own dignity (and the privacy of the unaware), I won't publish the journal entries about the "perfect" young man who knew how to iron and who hated processed cheese. My standards were hilarious when I was 16.
I could so easily write a book on how the lives of teenagers are not unseen episodes of Saved By the Bell.~ June 4, 1999
Most awkward sentence ever:
I should probably be feeling violated or something, but I feel pretty.~June 4, 2001
I could have been a rock star at 18. But I said no.
Not many people are stopped in a RadioShack and asked to record with a bunch of strangers. Yep, God has the most awesome plan for my life. It felt like tonight he confirmed that.~June 15, 2001
Brains are still sexy.
He creeps me out. He's all muscles. (I mean, instead of having a brain.)~June 24, 2001