I haven’t changed a bit…

I got a notion this morning to have a look at my very first diary, after seeing @anniewestdotcom chatting on Twitter about her youngest child finishing primary school, and I remembered I had started writing a diary around the time I was embarking on that new exciting phase in life. When I found it and checked the date, I got an awful shock. Twenty years ago exactly (plus 3 days) I sat in my room armed with my favourite Staedtler red pen and my brand new hardback, peach-coloured crushed velvet effect diary and sat down to write my first ground-breaking masterpiece. I’ve been writing ever since. So here’s the second entry, the first one mentioned names and I didn’t want to drag any poor unsuspecting souls into my madness! I had to smile when I read through it. Life is pretty much the same now, just add bills and paperwork for added adulthood.

So here you go, a little glimpse of my past, a small snippet of how an ‘almost thirteen’ year old thought on this week in 1991. Don’t get all misty-eyed now…

I love that I tell you straight up that my thoughts are 'very interesting'. Cocky young one, so I was...

I called myself a 'dufus'. Must have been watching a lot of 'Saved By The Bell'.

Before you ask, I can’t remember which boy that was. I had a list of about five boys at any given time who tickled my fancy. I hadn’t quite grasped the concept of ‘narrowing down’. I also can’t remember which friend that was either. ‘Copsewood’ is the secondary school I went to, what a place. The six years that followed in that institution deserve a book all of their own.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this mini trip into the mind of a 90’s adolescent Irish girl, with all her insecurities about her looks and her height and getting nervous about talking to boys…and an apparent ability to feel ‘good, angry and depressed’ in a single mood moment. As the title says, I haven’t changed a bit.

About JayRow

Singer, songwriter, student radio broadcaster, teacher, commitment-phobe, depressive, loudmouth, Facebook obsessive, blogging addict, celebrity hassler, professional stalker, pipe dreamer, ambitious young thing!
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8 Comments

  1. Oh mother of God – I had the exact same diary!! Was there a sale on at Wards or something?!

  2. I’d nearly bet money it was bought in Newsland in The Crescent Shopping Centre! 🙂 That was my haven for stationery when the pocket money came down from on high…

  3. I was dying to know if you ever got “closer” to the 15 year old 5’11” boy.You should use this diary as a resource in your teaching!!!

    • It would definitely serve as a historic artefact if I used it! I doubt if the content would have changed much between today’s 13-year old and mine…maybe more social networking and texting involved I reckon 🙂

  4. Was this one of the only times you fancied an older boy??? I can totally hear your 13-year-old voice!!! Mad!!

    • I think that experience of fancying an older man traumatised me and turned me into the shameless Cougar everybody knows and loves today!

  5. more diary stuff

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