Diary Entry 1
June 28, 2006 30 Days since I got here
As seventh grade as this may be, I need a little sanity. I mean, I remember after I'd finish with a diary or journal(whatever you want to call it), I would read what I'd wrote. I would feel dumb, you know. It's weird to read your own words. To see how you go through different emotions or sometimes just come home drunk and write "George has four eyes" or some other ridiculous thing. But regardless of how horrible it is or can be, it's venting and venting is good. So, now I will vent.
My room isn't bad. I fixed it up with some random things. I found some scented candles in the common room and snatch them. The water is semi-warm but mostly cold. Sometimes, if you get up early, you can get hot water. I'm used to waking up at four, so I get the hot water first. The clothing is not that bad. I'm getting used to just wearing short and a tank top around. It's not like anyone will care, it's not revealing or anything. I've been sleeping pretty well considering the circumstances. It seems like my room is either too cold or too hot. I prefer it too cold because that can be easily solved with tons of blankets. I've got pictures on the wall. One of my daughter, one of my mother, and a picture of Meredith, George, Cristina, and I. I got them from my wallet. They're small, but they're there. The whole room is pretty clean because I was sick and tired of spider webs and dust all over. I went a little OCD. I have a lot of time on my hands as well.
I met a guy too. His name is Jayne. He's good looking, tough, a little over confident, but I can tell he's a good guy. I have a knack for seeing that kind of trait. He seems very....intrigued by my anatomy, but I'm going to make him earn that. I was never that type of girl to begin with though. He won't let me kiss him on the lips, but that's alright. It's a trust thing and we still have a lot more to cover before we get to trust, if we do. He seems a little hesitant, so I don't want to force it. Whatever happens, happens.
Met a couple of other people too. Most of them seemed friendly. A lot of people are from different worlds, which is a little freaky. Talking turtles and The Maxx. They were very nice, but it'll take some adjusting to. I just met a guy with a van of fresh fruits and vegetables. I hope to stay on his good side because it would be great to cook a vegetable dish of stir fry or strawberry something. Anyways, I'll keep this updated, but for now I'm planning on heading off to bed.
As seventh grade as this may be, I need a little sanity. I mean, I remember after I'd finish with a diary or journal(whatever you want to call it), I would read what I'd wrote. I would feel dumb, you know. It's weird to read your own words. To see how you go through different emotions or sometimes just come home drunk and write "George has four eyes" or some other ridiculous thing. But regardless of how horrible it is or can be, it's venting and venting is good. So, now I will vent.
My room isn't bad. I fixed it up with some random things. I found some scented candles in the common room and snatch them. The water is semi-warm but mostly cold. Sometimes, if you get up early, you can get hot water. I'm used to waking up at four, so I get the hot water first. The clothing is not that bad. I'm getting used to just wearing short and a tank top around. It's not like anyone will care, it's not revealing or anything. I've been sleeping pretty well considering the circumstances. It seems like my room is either too cold or too hot. I prefer it too cold because that can be easily solved with tons of blankets. I've got pictures on the wall. One of my daughter, one of my mother, and a picture of Meredith, George, Cristina, and I. I got them from my wallet. They're small, but they're there. The whole room is pretty clean because I was sick and tired of spider webs and dust all over. I went a little OCD. I have a lot of time on my hands as well.
I met a guy too. His name is Jayne. He's good looking, tough, a little over confident, but I can tell he's a good guy. I have a knack for seeing that kind of trait. He seems very....intrigued by my anatomy, but I'm going to make him earn that. I was never that type of girl to begin with though. He won't let me kiss him on the lips, but that's alright. It's a trust thing and we still have a lot more to cover before we get to trust, if we do. He seems a little hesitant, so I don't want to force it. Whatever happens, happens.
Met a couple of other people too. Most of them seemed friendly. A lot of people are from different worlds, which is a little freaky. Talking turtles and The Maxx. They were very nice, but it'll take some adjusting to. I just met a guy with a van of fresh fruits and vegetables. I hope to stay on his good side because it would be great to cook a vegetable dish of stir fry or strawberry something. Anyways, I'll keep this updated, but for now I'm planning on heading off to bed.