Articole cu eticheta "dear diary"

Initial voiam sa scriu asta dupa ce scriam despre cum a fost la munte, dar va dura ceva pana voi lua pozele si de la ceilalti si in plus… postez acum pentru ca asa m-ai rugat TU. :)

Dear Diary

September 15th, 2010

Dear diary,
Something happened today. I’m not sure what, but I feel pretty strange about it.

The day started out great. I got up, washed, ate, and left for school with a couple of friends. When we got there it was really cool since I got to see some of the colleagues I haven’t seen since June. An hour after we got there, Mrs. Scott came in the classroom with a girl. We were all sitting in our desks wondering what was going on. This girl… there’s something about her. She’s… I don’t know what she is. Mrs. Scott started telling us who she was and what was going on. Or at least I assume that’s what she said. I saw Mrs. Scott’s lips moving, but nothing was coming out. It was like the world had stopped for a moment. This girl… I can’t find the words to describe her. At one point I saw her looking at me. I kept staring at her for a couple of seconds until the guy behind me patted me on the back and I woke up from… whatever dream I was in. I looked back at her and she was looking back at me. I noticed that so was Mrs. Scott. Apparently, seeing me alone in the desk, Mrs. Scott wanted to make her my desk mate. When she asked me if I was okay with it, I just stared at her as if I had no idea what the hell was going on. I finally managed to let out a faint “okay”.

Within the first five minutes of her sitting next to me, I began sweating as if I had been running in a marathon. I could catch glimpses of her looking over with the corner of her eye. For fuck’s sake, it was the most embarrassing thing ever. I sure hope she doesn’t believe in first impressions, because if so, I’m royally screwed. The entire time she sat there I didn’t say a word. I don’t even know her name.

Since this was the first day of school, we didn’t actually spend a lot of time at school. Thank God for that, because I have no idea how much more I could have taken. When it was finally time to leave, she got up, waved at me and said goodbye. My God what a voice. Her voice is like a drug, I swear. I completely froze. I opened my mouth but the words wouldn’t come out. I just stood there, looking like a complete retard. All that was missing was drool dripping down the corner of my mouth. It wasn’t until the same guy from before snapped his fingers in front of my face that I managed to say “bye”. She smiled and walked out. I’ve… her smile… it’s… I think… oh Christ.

This has been the strangest day of my life. I have no idea what happened. Do you think this is… no, it can’t be. I don’t believe in love at first sight. And yet, what other explanation is there?

The moment she walked out the door it was like I was released from a trance. I looked at my friends and they all started laughing. Fuckers.

Tomorrow’s gonna be different. It HAS to be!

Ma gandii sa mai postez ceva inainte sa plec. :)

Dear Diary

September 14th, 2010

Dear diary,
Hey! Long time no… see! It’s been almost a year. Man, it seems like a lifetime ago.

I bet you’re wondering what happened, huh? Well, the thing is, the first days of high school really bummed me out. But I guess you pretty much know that. I was expecting to have a really great start, but unfortunately it wasn’t so. So I thought what’s the point of keeping a diary if you’ve got nothing great to write in it, right?

Well, things have changed since my last entry. I was discouraged at first, but little after I gave up on you things started to get better. I’m no longer the weird kid I thought I was and I’ve made several friends. Most of my colleagues are pretty cool, but, unfortunately, there are a few that don’t always see eye to eye with me. I usually keep my distance from them. I’ve got my friends, I don’t need them.

And here we are, one day before school starts. The 10th grade. God, time sure flies. The 9th grade was pretty awesome. I had a lot of fun and school was surprisingly easy. I hope the 10th grade will be just as great.

Well, that’s it for today. See you tomorrow. I can’t wait to go to school.
_______________________________________________________

( Catre ‘fetita de 4 ani’, urmatorul ‘episod’ e acela pe care il asteptam. De la ‘baiatul de 9 ani’. :) )

Dear Diary

September 25th, 2009

Dear diary,
I know I haven’t written anything this past few days and the reason is… well… there really isn’t much to tell and lately I’ve been in a crappy mood.

School’s pretty much the same and I don’t really like talking about it, so I won’t bore you with the details.

I think this diary was a dumb idea. I don’t wanna do it anymore.
So, I guess this is goodbye…
|___________________________________________________________|

*I’m not giving up on ‘Dear Diary’, this is all just part of the plot.

Dear Diary

September 17th, 2009

Dear diary,
Today pretty much sucked.

I said in my last entry that I haven’t talked to any of my colleagues, except one, the weird kid. Well guess what? Even the weird kid ignored me today. And he’s my desk mate, for Christ’s sake. But wait, there’s more! As if that wasn’t enough he actually moved out today. Yeah, after the first four hours he moved out. For good. With some other kid three desks back. Without even saying a word.

That got me thinking. I’ve been calling him ‘the weird kid’ up until now, although I know he’s name’s Adrian. But today I realized something. He’s not the weird kid. I AM! I mean, look at the facts: I haven’t talked to any of my other colleagues, none of them have talked to me, I always sit alone in my desk and sometimes I catch some of my colleagues staring at me. And not in a good way. Honest to god, I have no idea what the hell is going on. The way things are going, I’ll finish the 9th grade and no one will even know my name. Well, actually, that would be the case if the teachers didn’t call out our names at the beginning of each period.

Today I had my earphones with me. I just figured that if today would be like the first two days, at least I’ll have my music with me. And unfortunately, it was worse than the first two days, but at least I had Papa Roach to comfort me.

I’m not in the mood for any more writing. I’m not even sure there is anything else I could say, considering how utterly boring today was.

Anyway, I’ll… ‘see’ you tomorrow. Maybe.

Dear Diary

September 16th, 2009

Dear diary,
I still think it’s dumb how every entry in a diary starts with “dear diary”.

School is really weird. It’s because I don’t know anyone. It feels like I don’t belong there. Pretty much every one of my colleagues seems to be comfortable with everything. I spend most of my time in my desk, while others are socializing and whatnot. I know I said I’m not that comfortable when meeting new people, but this time I’ve got 28 new people with which I spend 7 hours a day. That’s a bit overwhelming if you ask me.

I think my colleagues think I’m a weirdo. I know I would. I haven’t spoken one word with anyone since I started. Well, actually, that’s not true. Remember that weird kid from yesterday? Yeah, he’s back, and apparently he’s pretty excited to be staying next to me. He strikes me as someone with little or no friends, and yet he’s always so cheery and smiling. Even he got to speak to a bunch of my colleagues. I think he’s a pretty good guy, but he’s kind of strange. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

I’ve noticed several boys in my class that seem to be the “popular kid” type of guys. I wonder if I’ll ever be like that. They seem to fit in great. Even the not so “popular kid” type of guys seem to fit in great. Then… what am I? They must think I’m some kind of loner. Damn! I don’t want to be the creepy kid that no one talks to.

I used to be a “popular kid” type of guy. Pretty much everyone in my old school knew me, or rather knew about me. I was kind of a trouble maker. One event that surely brought me in the spotlight was when I broke a kid’s nose. That was two years ago, in the seventh grade. He was like this dork that pretty much no one liked. Most of us would pick on him pretty often. I was the worst, but I guess you already figured that out since I said I broke his nose. It was actually an accident; I didn’t break it on purpose. I’m not THAT guy. Still, I was pretty much an ass hole back then. High school is going to be a lot different. I’m not that kid anymore.

The teachers are ok so far. There’s not much I can say about them since I still haven’t met them all and the ones I’ve met only spent an hour in our class room. Mrs. Scott came to check up on us today. I really like her so far, she seems nice. She saw me sitting in my desk and came over to ask how I was doing, smiling. I said I was fine, smiling back. She nodded and started talking to my desk mate.

The girls in my class are pretty typical. None of them really caught my attention today. They seem so… boring. Ah well.

This is Chris, signing off. (I’ve gotta’ find a better way to end an entry, sheesh.)

Am inceput din nou sa scriu. Stiu, stiu, inca n-am terminat ‘Level 2’, dar il voi termina. De data asta scriu despre liceeni si viata la liceu. Totul va fi sub forma unui jurnal, jurnalul personajului principal, care doar ce a inceput clasa a 9-a.

Dear Diary

September 15th, 2009

Dear diary,
I just want to start by saying how dumb it feels to actually write “dear diary” in my diary. As if you were a real person. I’ve always felt fond of the idea of keeping a diary and I actually tried it once before, when I was about 8 or 9 years old. It lasted for about three days, after which I gave up. Most boys don’t usually keep diaries anyway; maybe most people think it’s kind of a girl thing. I beg to differ.

Since today is my first day of high school, I thought it would be interesting to keep a diary starting today, something in which to write down my every high school experience so I could later in life read and be joyful of the great time I had in high school. I know, you’re probably wondering how I know high school is going to be so great. Well, let’s just say I have a good feeling about it. Everybody’s always telling me how high school is the start of the rest of my life, how everyone changes in high school and how everyone’s perspective on the world and the people surrounding us changes. High school is, supposedly, a defining period of our life. High school prepares us for the real world. Well, I guess it’s all probably true, but I don’t think about it much. I just like to live in the moment, make my future as I go and not over think anything. I feel bad though for all the friends I’m leaving behind. I’m going to miss every single one of my ex-colleagues, even the ones I didn’t like so much. I just know it. I already do. But hey, at least in high school I’m supposedly going to start friendships that are going to last for the rest of my life, which sounds pretty awesome.

So, like I said, today was the first day of school. I am really nervous about my colleagues, I hope they’ll like me and I hope I’ll like all of them. This morning I walked in a class full of strange faces I had never seen before. It felt weird thinking that these strangers would be my colleagues for the next four years, some of which will probably become good friends of mine and some of which might become enemies (I sure hope not). I sat in the front row, next to a weird looking kid who immediately introduced himself and shook my hand in a friendly manner and another kid who I didn’t get to talk to because he was busy talking to some other kids. I felt kind of weird. Everyone was talking as if they had known each other for a long time. I had no one, except the weird kid next to me, whose mom, by the way, was pretty excited to see him talking to me and even asked me my name and where I lived. I guess weirdness runs in the family, huh?

Anyway, after exchanging phone numbers with this kid (NOT my idea), our class master came in and greeted us all. She is a fairly short woman, probably in her late thirties, brown hair and brown eyes. Calling her slim would be an exaggeration. Calling her fat would be a bit too much, but closer to the truth. She seems really nice. She said that for the next four years we would be like a family and that we are going to have some great times together. That sounds pretty good to me. She said her name was Scott. Helen Scott. I swear that’s exactly how she said it. I felt like I was in a James Bond movie. A movie in which he has a sex change and becomes Helen Scott. Never mind, I’m delusional. Apparently, there are 7 girls in our class and 22 boys. I know, it sucks. The girls are ok, if you know what I mean, but that’s pretty much it.

Half-way through Mrs. Scott’s speech, some guys and girls came in, all happy and cheery. At first I was like “WTF?”, but apparently those are our class master’s former students, which graduated. They all seemed sorry to go and they all seemed really attached to Mrs. Scott. That made me feel pretty good, knowing that the last people who stood in that class-room were really fond of Mrs. Scott. I began wondering if I’ll be like that when I graduated, but I was interrupted by the weird kid next to me who asked me how old I was. What the hell, dude, I’m in the ninth grade, same as you. How old do you think I am? I’m 15. Anyway. Everything was over pretty quick. By 11 o’clock we were already getting ready to leave. I think some of the kids in my class hung-out afterwards. I wish I had gone with them, but I’m not really good around new people. I feel intimidated. But hey, look on the bright side; I’ve got four years to get to know them. So I guess this is pretty much it. My first day of high school.

Is there, like, something that people say when ending a diary entry? Like, “this is me, signing off”, or something? Come on, I’m new at this, gimme’ a break. Oh, and P.S. My name’s Fields. Chris Fields. (Queue the Bond song)

 
 


2007 - 2017 | Ovidiu Avrămuş

DMS