Now that christmas is over and all your presents are open, you get that sad feeling.
It hasent snowed yet but I still have hopes (very little) We usally don’t get much snow here because we live in Texas. When we do get snow it’s a half inch and it melts before noon! I really dont know what to write so by.
Leigh recived a diry yesterday and she immeditly started writing in it. So now, today, this morning, I read it. It had a lock latch on it. Unfortunatally for her, she left the keys on it. When she found out she said she was going to hide it. If I ever find it it will be easy to break into because its a simple key. Like this – [Illustration]…It is 7:42 A.M. Central time (our time) I don’t think I wrote to much in Nov. is we had lots of guests over. O my calendar today (Wed.) is “school and bring any canned food,” I don’t have much to say but I’m now starting a new book The Never Ending Tran. Well I gota go. Bye!
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Hi! I’m back from school and I had just finnished my home work and I was verry frustrenated about it
J.t. (my friend) called and asked about what page the assinment was on. It was pg. 533 in our math book. Our teacher, Mrs Hines, told me I could do it at break ’cause I have make up work. I was going to watch Full House but it was cancled for an after school special. I will now read from my book, The Return of the Plant That ate dirty Socks. Bye!
As we left the campsite to go home we stopped at the checkout building to check out. Mom told us to get out of the car, run accross the parking lot and back, so we did that with Kyrie in front (my older sister) of us with me second and Leigh behind (my younger sister). Kyrie and I were about 1/4 back to the other side when Leigh slipped on the lose gravel and fell on her knee and cut it bad. Dad got out the First Aid kit while Kyrie and and I sat beside her and comforted her. Mom taped some wipes on her knee and we went back in the car.
After a long time, we passed a field of grain gently blowing in the breese. There I saw a cotten field and I wached wires go up and down from the poles that supported them.
Soon, we headed down into a canyon and Leigh looked at this and got mad and wrote “Simon is stoopid.” Now she wrote “he is a persen that lise to say shutup.” She is a weird persen.
We just passed throu Cone city and we are going to Ralls soon. Now that we entered Ralls and we stopped at Dairy Queen so Dad and Kyrie could go to the bath room.
After a little while, Kyrie came out with a sprite, we split it and it was gone in about 30 sec. Leigh then wrote with a different color marker.
As I looked out the window, I saw fields of cotten all over the place! Leigh was making stupid noises inside the car.
I was getting tired so I asked leigh to be quiet so I could get some rest. She said she would so I got comfterbal.
I could not get any sleep. Leigh and Kyrie were fighting again. I looked up and we were in Lubbock So I didn’t mind because we were almoast home.
When we were home, I ran out back to see ‘Fuzzy’ my rabbit and Honey Bunny, Leigh’s rabbit. They were fine. Our neighbors took good care of them. I held Hony Bunny an then I put her back in her hutch. Fuzzy was much to big to hold. She was 4 1/2 years old while Honey Bunny was only 9 weeks 4 days exactly!
The Kyrie came in the back yard a hollard at me to help them unload the stuff. So I went to help them unload stuff.
When we finished that I went in the backyard again. I felt the wind. Leigh burst in and tryed to open the two back doors they were hooked! So we waited and Mom opened the door. I went in and made a paper airplain, tied it to a string on a crossbar that holds our swings on the fort. It was a wind detector.
Soon, Mom told me to come in and take a shower, I did.
When I finished, I came in my room and got dressed I new, clean cloths. I read the comics in the newspaper.
When I finished, Dad told me to dry the dishes, I did as I was told and dryed them.
Then Leigh showed me what she wrote on her blank piece of paper. It was stupid!
Then she came in my room and I sent her out! Good!
About 15 minutes later, we arrived a Texas Tech [I actually used the official symbol here] university at the Biology building where my dad, Daryl, works. We parked the car in our space and my mom, Carol, ran in the building while the rest of us waited in the car.
A minute later, my mom came out. She got in the car and we left. Kyrie and Leigh were fighting and screaming for a reason I did not know. After a little while, Carol, and Daryl I guess got pretty sick and tired of it and yelled at them. That settled it.
Later, we drove down into a canyon that I thought was the edge of the caprok. But I looked at my watch and only one hour had passed so I settled down in and relaxed and looked out the window.
A while later, mom threw on me some star Burst [I included the registered trademark symbol] and Leigh decited aloud in which order she was going to eat them.
Soon, we stoped, moved up a hill and read a hick starical marker [this may have been an intentional misspelling–a Moorheadism], then off we went. I decided I would go to sleep.
I dug out my old journal from basement purgatory. 23 years ago I wrote it, in an old spiral notebook. It has rudimentary algebra scribbled on the back, and the cover–a racoon in a hollowed log–has long since vanished. So as an ironic nod to this blog’s title, and in parody of a book my dad read to me long ago (A Sand County Almanac), I concluded that I would preserve the troubles of an adolescent by digitizing them.
True to this title, it chronicles approximately one year, from the fall of 1994 to 1995, with some sporadic entries thereafter. To preserve its meanings, whatever they might have been, I intend to not edit it for grammar, although I will add asides for context.
J.t. (my friend) called and asked about what page the assinment was on. It was pg. 533 in our math book. Our teacher, Mrs Hines, told me I could do it at break ’cause I have make up work. I was going to watch Full House but it was cancled for an after school special. I will now read from my book, The Return of the Plant That ate dirty Socks. Bye!
I dug out my old journal from basement purgatory. 23 years ago I wrote it, in an old spiral notebook. It has rudimentary algebra scribbled on the back, and the cover–a racoon in a hollowed log–has long since vanished. So as an ironic nod to this blog’s title, and in parody of a book my dad read to me long ago (A Sand County Almanac), I concluded that I would preserve the troubles of an adolescent by digitizing them.
