Tomorrow's Games

April 30, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

It's 9:00 & I feel good. At school I fought with T. But this time I talked. She wasn't expecting it and I may have won. I'm looking forward to tomorrow's games.

When I came in from fighting, Mrs. E noticed I looked sad, so she called me to the hall & told me she was proud I stood up for myself. Also not to worry.

Got my TAG packet today. Awesome. My parents are so jealous. I can't wait!

*

After this I'm reading to Pen.

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Private Earnings

April 26, 1990 | Age 12 | Tacoma

Dear Diary,

Today I went over to Andrea's with T. There we talked. Well, actually she did most of the talking. I was a fool to take our friendship so lightly. Now I believe, it is over.

Now I feel ill, I don't wish to go to school tomorrow. But it shall take up my private earnings, or which I am saving and begining to understand. They are I myself earn from who ever keeps them when I do something good. But alas, now I am running low.

Today I got a postcard from Jeremiah. He asked about Sampson. I am sad.

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Eager To Please

April 25, 1990 9:35 PM | Age 12 | Tacoma

Dear Diary,

T's and my situation still has not changed. It seems like everything I did was awful. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her giving Andrea that cruel, merciless look, about me. I want to never treat anyone like T has treated me.

Oh and today I overheard Andrea say in a sarcastic way 'and shes so eager to please her mother,' to T.

I do not know what to do.

*

What should I do about T? I am quite unsure.

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Sorry to Report

April 24, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

It is 8:59 and I'm in bed. I feel good. Today I was a perfect student at school, I was nice to everyone. Got my homework done early and had plenty of free time. Even got my room partially clean. And I feel good!

However, I am sorry to report that the situation between me and T has not changed. Oh well.

(Its now 9:03)

*

When I finish this I plan to read in bed.

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To Sleep

April 22, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

One of my dearest friends dyed [sic] today. Sampson, our cat. I know it will never be the same again. He was very sick before we had him put to sleep. I knew the time would come. Will Sam remember us where ever he is? I pray he is happy. Q seems to be blaming this on mom & dad, but hinting only. I cryed [sic] and cryed.

Sam, I love you.

*

What a way to spend Earth Day.

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Creepy Fellow

April 21, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

A lot of unwelcome things have been popping up around here. One of them was just solved (thank goodness). You see, my father lost the checkbook. This problem has plagued us all day. When dad found it, of course mom was glad, but she despises my father's memory. I think I inherited it.

Sitting at Bryce's was great. Although at the store a creepy fellow cheated me out of .13 cents. He'll get it.

*

The closest I may come to visualizing my dreams for you will arise everywhere in 'Adventures of Baron Munchausen' & 'Return to Oz'

[the video rental receipt for 'Adventures...' was included]

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Relationship Poem

April 20, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

During a friendship

no matter how close

problems always arise,

and are usually kept

inside

A fight does not

mean your relay-

shonship [sic] is coming

to an end,

but that it is

renewing itself

by releasing those

problems

*

(sigh)

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School Carnival

April 20, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Today we had our School Carnival. It was great, as always. Laura called, and I'm sitting for Bryce tomorrow. At the carnival I made him a pin.

T. and I got into a fight. I spose [sic] our troubles just built up. No longer am I jealous of her in any way. We have made up, but I am still recovering. She thinks I depend on my mother too much. I do. But T., I love you.

*

Anne, I thought about what it might be like to see eachother [sic] more often. We'd probly [sic] get sick!

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Young People Prospering

April 19, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

All around me I see young people prospering. At the Shakspear [sic] presentation I went to today with Laura and Mom, I saw two young acting people that were so good. How I longed to join them! I know I should be happy for what I have, but oh, who is? At TAG, I think I'll take an acting class, if possible. Oh (sigh!). Pandora just had to set lose 'Jealousy,' didn't she?

Ado [sic...], Ado, Ado.

*

Oh, Anne, what will I do. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh.

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Silly Stuff

April 17, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Its really been heckteck [sic] round here. Maybe I'm just too excited 'bout TAG. I mean I've been so frustrated about silly stuff.

T doesn't seem too happy for me. Does she feel bad because she can't go (she didn't even try out)?

One of my chief worries about TAG is my meditating. Maybe I'll just be outgoing and not care what they think. I hope I get an understanding roommate. I can't wait!

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Tiny Card

April 16, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Today I received the notice about TAG. I made it!!! I feel so good! I cannot wait to begin.

I am so happy!

It is strange how much a tiny card could mean so much.

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Overstuffed Bunny

April 16, 1990 | Diary | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Easter was magnificent! Of course like last year, I couldn't sleep a wink. And the rustling of egg-hiding easily awoke me.

My father made a splendid treasure hunt for us (Q's pictures, mine words, quite hard) and at the end was a Victorian-looking, overstuffed bunny.

It was all bunched up, as though it was ready to hop.

After that we had a splendid breakfast, waffles with whip cream and strawberries, sausages, eggs. Mmmmm! How I loved that day.

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Awaiting Dawn

April 15, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

It is the night before Easter and I am anxiously awaiting dawn. On nights like this I rarely sleep a wink (so it seems) and tonight I am sleeping in Q's room on his bunk.

Today we created a special tape for mom and dad. Yes my father is happily home. Easter is one of my favorite days. The colors, the smell, the taste! Well, I shall keep you posted.

And may the morning come quickly for you.

*

I've been so busy, I'm sorry I didn't write.

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Scold Myself

April 11, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Oh, I am so tired of these late homework nights. I always tell myself I will get to bed early, but never do I. I even scold myself. When will I learn?

Today, I had my sitter class. It's a lot of fun. Sometimes I get jealous of the girls though. Some of them are so fun and outgoing. Oh (sigh).

Well, tonight I got to bed with unfinished homework again. I know tomorrow I shan't be as lucky as I have been.

*

I am so tired.

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A Trust Game

April 11, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Well, I've started my 'Safe Sitters' class at the Tacoma Community College. It's fun and it feels like real college (hey, I guess it is).

Lately I have been playing a trust game with Q. On our way home (from school), one of us closes our eyes or is blind foulded [sic], and the other guides. Although it is scary, we both love it.

*

I've been really irritable lately. When I couldn't find my toothbrush I really exploded.

*

Yuk, my dad's still in Farfield [sic]. And I don't think I made it to TAG. Or they would have told.

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Dried Plants and Stuff

April 10, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Yes I am keeping to my promises (as best I can). I cannot believe how quickly I've filled up this diary. I'm already planning what I might write in my next journal. Lots of dried plants and stuff. Probably be covering everything I missed here. I hope.

Right now I'm sitting in my waterbed (which my father made for me years ago, yes he's still in Iawa [sic]). My window is open, and a cool fresh breeze is brushing my neck. It feels magical.

*

I told you it'd be neat and tidy.

*

I feel bad that I don't write more. But at least I do at all, right?

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Go Out and Do Something

April 9, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Sarah's last messy entry. Well, I'm back on the school schedule. I no longer feel attracted to Kenton. I don't know about T.

Have you ever had that 'I want to go out and do something' feeling after you've started something new, or just started again? Now I am.

I'm taking a Chapter Test tomorrow, am going to do everything neat and tidy, I'll meditate twice a day, and I'll be real nice to everyone. Wow! New week's resolutions.

*

If you keep a diary, tell me, do you ever write what you planned on writing?

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New and Fresh

April 7, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Since I've had such a nice, long time to think about it, I'm actually looking forward to school tomorrow. I'll be returning two books I've had for quite awhile to my teachers. It feels good to be starting new and fresh. Everything will be different. That's good. I feel good.

*

Today I played Barbie with Michelle. A nice little sister of Joe O'Brien.

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Independent

April 6, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Boy, on nights like this, it feels good to have a heated bed to fall back in. I'm plumb beat from hard play with Bryce (another BS job). BSing I really love, it makes me feel independent. Able to cook and stuff, for yourself. It's great!

After that, I went to the O'Brien's for a bar-B-Q. That was fun. Mostly watched TV. Oh well.

As I write, my mom is making my alarm clock properly set (it read 3:10 - It's really 12:35). Anyway, as I write this now my father is in Iawa [sic]. TM stuff.

*

I decided to read to my plant every other day. I think its important.

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Stuffed Animals

April 6, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

As I sit here in bed, near my feet I can see all stuffed animals and such lined up like they're posing for a picture. I've been so mean to them, shuffling [them] from one place to the next. They probably hate me. I've always been one to feel guilty easily about everything. Oh well.

*

When I finish this I'm going to read 'Alice in Wonderland' to Pecilica, my plant [smiley face]

*

I wrote to you today. Writing to you is my joy, Anne.

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Bored and Wish

April 5, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Boy, am I tired. Its 10:08 and I'm still not completely ready for bed. Nothing horribly exciting happened today. I mostly stayed home and cleaned. Watched much more TV then I should of, and did a lot of wondering what would have been going on at school (its still vacation!).

I can barely remember my friends voises [sic]. I'm getting bored and wish I would get to sleep earlier. Oh, I'll do it tommorrow [sic], I asure [sic] myself. Ha! What does that mean?

*

I did play with Q today. Castle Legos. One of our favorites.

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Spring Vacation

April 2, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Hey! I got another babysitting gig with Bryce! Next Saturday. I can't wait!

Michelle (Jeff's 8 yr old sis), Will (Q's friend), my mom, and I all went to Point Defiance Park today. We explored the lusious [sic] Japanese Gardens, I helped a darling little girl (about 2 or 3) play hide & seek at the Lake of Many Bridges, and we all had a pretty fun time.

Tommorrow [sic] we all go to Seattle to check out the zoo there. What a way to start a Spring Vacation!

*

Well, my dad is going Iawa [sic] for that big TM thing, we're all glad.

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Condemned to Being Nuns

April 12, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Just before I began to write, T left. She came after school (well, 6:30), and we had a great time.

With turtlenecked shirts wrapped around our heads, we pretended we were English girls, condemned to being nuns by our possessive father. We were sent to Iran on a mission (explaining for the turtlenecks).

It was fun. T and I play the strangest things, and I love it. But at school, Andrea gets in the way, also she thinks its stupid. However, she is still my good friend.

*

I love my life, so carefree, and free. I will always remember this.

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April Fools Day

April 1, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12

Dear Diary,

Today I babysat for Bryce. It was wonderful. Being payed to enjoy yourself, with one of your favorite people, at one of your favorite places. I love it!

Since today also was April Fools, Laura (Bryce's clever, enchanting mother) played a good one on my mom. Now that I think back, it was pretty mean.

But anyway, Laura told my mom that Bryce had broke his arm and I had called 911 and saved the day.

My mom was so proud she just about busted a button!

I felt bad when I told her it was a joke.

Boy though, I really love her.

*

Anne, I'm sorry I didn't write you more often. But I do think of you.

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