This post should have existed on June 21st, but oh well. Better late than never. :)
I was all kinds of excited for this Blog Hop. I'd forgotten I even had a teen journal and with this Blog Hop, not only was I going to have a legitimate reason to go through it, but also, I would get to peek into other people's. Win, win, win - until I started reading my journal and realized that my journal entries are about as deep as a kiddy pool. Or they're TMI.
A close second to the entry about my horrible haircut, is this entry in which I realize the shocking (yet OBVIOUS) truth about Dickie Greenleaf. It made my boyfriend laugh. Thank god.
I was fourteen when I wrote this in my diary:
As I said yesterday, Dickie Greenleaf is the image of the man I want to marry. He's just the image of the man I can picture spending my whole life with. Today I was watching TV and they started talking about The Talented Mr. Ripely, and they begin describing the movie, it's psychological meaning, and the characters. They described Dickie as "rich, carefree, arrogant" - - These are not the characteristics I would use to describe the kid of guy I am looking for. It's weird that I'm so drawn to this kind of guy. It makes me wonder what kind of guy I'll be with in the future.