Jan. 28, 1970 Dear Cassandra
Today is Charlotte’s birthday. Nothing
else happened except I wrote a history test.
Adieu.
January 30, 1970 Dear Cassandra
Today is my father’s birthday. I
bought the broom and the licorice and peanuts.
Everything was going alright until after supper. I said to Mummy “do you
think I should buy the pants?” When I
explained to my father that I was invited to Liz Weber’s party he said I couldn’t
go. Its tomorrow night. Ever since my party he has been asking “Have
you been invited to a party?” Now that I
have he isn’t going to let me go. Do you
think it’s fair?
Anyways I have exactly $7.00 left from the $10.00 that I got
today. I bought a 16 magazine. They had some wonderful pictures of
David. He is an Aquarius (like my dad)
and Aquarius were featured this month and he had the nicest picture. I just love those beautiful eyes. They are
blue and SO piercing!
I have found out the name of the guy that I like at school. It is Derrick. But he has a girlfriend. But last night I dreamed that I was getting married and not until the very end did I find out that it was to Derrick! But I don’t want to marry him. The awfullest (sic) part of the dream is that Cliff Hunt was in it - again. Do you think I still like him? But that it can’t be. All I know is that I am crazy about David and I would cut up my heart for him if he asked me. Well m’amie Bonsoir!
NOTE: Don’t you love all the drama of being in love with 3 guys who don’t know you even exist? What teenage girls will say for dramatic effect (both in diaries and out loud) – but cut up my heart indeed!
My father was so protective – he was a helicopter dad before the invention of the word. The biggest terror of his life was to lose another child and his protectiveness really did become a problem for all of us kids as we got older. I was always the one who had to “break ground” for the others and thankfully my mother finally had to step in and make Dad see reason. If it wasn’t for her I probably would never have gone on a date at all – but that didn’t happen until I turned 17 the summer before grade 12 started! I'm still only 16 in these diary entries.
Anyways I have exactly $7.00 left from the $10.00 that I got
today. I bought a 16 magazine. They had some wonderful pictures of
David. He is an Aquarius (like my dad)
and Aquarius were featured this month and he had the nicest picture. I just love those beautiful eyes. They are
blue and SO piercing! I have found out the name of the guy that I like at school. It is Derrick. But he has a girlfriend. But last night I dreamed that I was getting married and not until the very end did I find out that it was to Derrick! But I don’t want to marry him. The awfullest (sic) part of the dream is that Cliff Hunt was in it - again. Do you think I still like him? But that it can’t be. All I know is that I am crazy about David and I would cut up my heart for him if he asked me. Well m’amie Bonsoir!
NOTE: Don’t you love all the drama of being in love with 3 guys who don’t know you even exist? What teenage girls will say for dramatic effect (both in diaries and out loud) – but cut up my heart indeed!
My father was so protective – he was a helicopter dad before the invention of the word. The biggest terror of his life was to lose another child and his protectiveness really did become a problem for all of us kids as we got older. I was always the one who had to “break ground” for the others and thankfully my mother finally had to step in and make Dad see reason. If it wasn’t for her I probably would never have gone on a date at all – but that didn’t happen until I turned 17 the summer before grade 12 started! I'm still only 16 in these diary entries.
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