tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54501602011-06-08T01:32:18.529-05:00Our Formative YearsTomes of teen angst and adolescent heartbreak...from under our beds to the Internet.KOnoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1059006408886262742003-07-23T19:26:00.000-05:002003-07-28T07:25:23.813-05:00A trilogy of entries recounting my first and second dates.
February 25, 1994
This is quick. I'm going out with her tomorrow! Our first official date! (My first, anyway.) I'm nervous, but really excited.
February 28, 1994
Hi. I'll tell you all about the date.
FIrst of all, she called on Friday, while I was skiing. I called her back when Brad was here. He did his job and acted hyper. (I wanted Oversnowednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1056029019650991092003-06-19T08:23:00.000-05:002003-06-19T08:23:47.723-05:00June 23, 1992
Hello there! How are ya? Let's see what did I do today? Oh yes! In the morning I worked in my garden. Around 4:30 me and Maria went to Wawa and 7-11 to get 90210 pictures. Wawa had nothing and 7-11 didn't either. But I did get a 17 and YM magazine. At ice skating my skates were so dull that that I couldn't do anything. I kept falling and I hurt my hip and knee. Then at night we Penelopenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1055514775824809002003-06-13T09:32:00.000-05:002003-06-13T09:36:00.283-05:00Monday, August 26, 1991
Dear Diary,
Tonight me and Vicky my "butt buddie" tired smoking. Well it wasn't her first time but it was mine. I kind of liked it and didn't at first but it's cool and a lot of people do it. But it kills you. I like Mike P. a little. He's cute. I'm gonna say something like he's cute [at school] so I can go out with him. I'm very eager. I need a boyfriend. Right now I Penelopenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1055427318475337702003-06-12T09:15:00.000-05:002003-06-12T09:15:18.396-05:00Saturday, May 4, 1990
Dear Diary,
Tonight Chris said Joe really likes me. Should I go out with him again? After all he's been such a jerk to me. Maybe I just will go out with him again. What the hell? We were put here to take chances. If I do go out with him again what will happen? Will he break my heart a second time? I hope not.
Anyway, Casey is going out with Frank. Daria is such a dog or Penelopenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1055370981108380152003-06-11T17:36:00.000-05:002003-06-11T17:36:21.656-05:00Saturday, August 6, 1994
Dear journal,
I've got a problem. About what? Girls. No! Wait! Don't stop reading! I'm 14, and I've never kissed a girl. Is that pathetic? I don't know. I'd rather be friends with girls rather than "making out" with them. Everything just seems stupid.
Another problem. Summer's almost over. Well, not really. But it sure feels that way. I've tried to read A Tale Of Two Oversnowednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1055337819539358772003-06-11T08:23:00.000-05:002003-06-11T08:34:18.256-05:00January 27, 1989
Dear Diary,
Today was T.'s birthday. At the beginning of her party we played spin the bottle. I had to kiss Ryan, and he had to kiss me. Pam, the fucking stuck up asshole acted like Miss Mature. She is really asking for it! She thinks she is cool for making sex with Perry and lots of other boys. There was lots of kids from school. There was Ryan, Mary, Amy, Robyn, Mike, Amber,Penelopenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1055252349382379072003-06-10T08:39:00.000-05:002003-06-10T08:47:32.120-05:00March 11, 1988
Dear Diary,
My boyfriend moved. In school we learned [how to write in cursive] H, K, M, N, I, J, E, C. That's all there is to say bye-bye.
Penny
This is the first entry that I ever wrote in any diary or journal. It was the day after my 8th birthday, and as you can see I was already churning out masterful prose. It's also before I started spelling my name, PennI. I was still Penelopenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1054845582364998362003-06-05T15:39:00.000-05:002003-06-05T16:03:57.046-05:00May 12, 1993
I asked her on the last dance: "Stairway to Heaven." She put her arms around my neck, and we swayed. (It's how you "dance" at dances. You sway back and forth like you've got a major wedgie, and then you get seasick.) She moved closer and closer (I think it was because she kept accidentally moving back, not because she likes me). Then, it happened. She said it. "Uh...you don't have toOversnowednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5450160.post-1054757849257038912003-06-04T15:17:00.000-05:002003-06-04T15:18:44.206-05:00Dave here. I was immediately thrown by reading Kristen's entry (below), because she was clearly much more media-savvy than I was at 14. While she was apparently listening to Lou Reed, I was spinning Billy Joel's River of Dreams album and loving it.
April 10, 1994
[Entry about a stressful date experience that close friends will recognize as "The Ace Ventura incident."]
P.P.S. Kurt Cobain died Oversnowednoreply@blogger.com0