Getting my feelings out
If you are stalking me attentive, you may remember that I mentioned having a partial theme for PoMo 2007. Now that November’s nearly half over, I figure it’s about time to roll that puppy out.
We’re having holiday guests from Europe this year, and before they get here we’re recarpeting the entire upstairs of the house, converting the stairs from carpet to hardwood, and like seventy gazillion other things. And when I say we, I mean my parents. My job was to sort through all the stuff that had accumulated in my old bedroom and pack it up or throw it out. The most onerous task was shuffling through the piles and piles of paper I’d kept from elementary school on up in search of the few gems I wanted to keep.
I chuckled to myself as I read some of those gems, and thus a blog theme was born.
Today’s selection comes from a notebook I had in fifth grade. The title of this entry is written in neon colored pencil and has faded over time, but lucky for me I remember writing almost every word of this. Spelling, punctuation, and capitalization are as my 10-year-old self intended.
Our Trip to Aspen/Snowmass
March 4 — March 11, 1995March 4, Saturday
This morning everyone was in a hurry. We left the house at exactly 1:38pm. We are going in our Suburban. We watched the Weather Channel and found out that it had snowed about 6 feet in Aspen, and would be snowing all week. It is kind of hard to ski in lots of powder. I have never tried it before.
We have a long car ride ahead. It will take us 24 hours to get there. We will have to drive overnight! I brought a sleeping bag and a pillow for putting on my bench. I have the back bench and Nicholas has the middle one. I will be more scrunched up in the back seat than in the middle seat, and that is why I will be glad on the way back when I get the middle bench.
When we get there, we will be staying in a condo. I do not know what it will be like yet. I am hoping that there will be a run that goes straight to it so that we can ski right in!
[time passes]
Nicholas is a pile of bullshit! He is an alien from Pluto! He is a bitch! Sorry, but I just need to get my feelings out! He is the stupidest in the world! Bitchface! He treats his babies* mean! Sorry about that.
I don’t like being Nicholas’s sister! He is so annoying! He likes to hurt people and break things! Of course, no one ever cares about me! He can hit me and break and steal my things, and get away with it! I am holding a grudge against my parents for that. But, I am supposed to be writing about our trip and not about my personal feelings. So, for the rest of the trip, I shall strive to do so.
To be continued . . .
The exclamation points! They were the only way to strengthen a sentiment in the days before emoticons! Or adequate working vocabularies!
Also, bitchface. BITCHFACE. I’m pretty sure this is the worst insult I could think of. I was almost ashamed to write it down, it was so naughty.
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* Stuffed animals. We’d brought a small horde with us.
Tags: NaBloPoMo
November 12th, 2007 at 9:01 am
Hahaha, this was great