Because I Have No Shame
More from the diaries of Tink...
Yes, I have a briefcase full of diaries. Doesn't everyone?
(10 Years Old)
I love, "including thunder." As if there could be one without the other.
September 15th, 1993
(10 Years Old)
Today was all right. Boy, am I lying through my teeth. Well, we had a sub for half a day and she was a which and an ugly son of a gun. We all started thinking she was a he. Because her hair looked like a wig and she (he) went halfway into the boy's bathroom. Well I'm glad he or she is gone!
(11 Years Old)
I hid the journal in a cabinet in our basement moments after writing this. We were preparing to move. Not even thirty minutes later, I ran back to pull it out. So much for leaving a legacy behind.
May 1st, 1995
(12 Years Old)
I feel Mom understands me but dad John confuses me. John says that I should try hard in math so that it can help me when I get older, blah, blah. Mom says "Try hard but if worst comes to worst we'll get you a cute tutor." I really do love Mom but we all have our days (hers just seem like months). You know, when dad John saw a few dirty jokes in my joke calendar he told me, "You may not understand some of these jokes." He's such a dork. I understand them. I'm not 5 I'm 12. What does he take me for, an idiot?! He doesn't realize the stuff we find out in the 90's. Mostly from careless adults. Adults don't realize we know about sex, drugs, babies, rape, hanky panky, french kissing. We just choose to act dumb. Parents forget what it's like to be a kid, feel like a kid, think like a kid, that's why Im writing this diary, so I NEVER forget.
(12 Years Old)
The whole thing makes me CRINGE.
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: Babe!
Tink: What?
Hoop: Did you steal this white-out from work?
Tink: Yeah.
Hoop: WHY?
Tink: Because I'm leaving soon! I wanted to steal something.
Hoop: If you needed white-out you should have told me. I could have gotten some from work without them caring.
Tink: That's not the point. They owed me!
Hoop: White-out...
Tink: YEAH.
Hoop: Oh-kay.
Have a great weekend!
UPDATE: Twisted (Tink) has been updated with another revised chapter, "The Gateway." I know it's overdo. More to come, hopefully soon!
Labels: Daily Hoop Conversations, Doses Of Tink, People/Life, Stupidity
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37 comments
37 Comments:
I'm loving these last two posts. It makes me want to dig out my journals that are buried in the garage somewhere. I'll probably cringe too. It makes me wonder what I'll think of all my blog posts in ten years or so.
Couldn't you at least steal a stapeler or something???
love it. poor lindsay. wonder what she's up to these days.
I found a videotape of me talking about serious shit from when I was 12 or so. It was hilarious and totally frightening. Rest assured, we all went through this cringe-worthy period.
Oh you showed them. I mean most companies absolutely crumple financially from the loss of a bottle of white out. Especially in this economic climate.
I love that at 12 you knew all that stuff and then defined it...ever so astutely. I love this.
Simply love the vocab. That is priceless.
Especially where you give a real person as an example for snob. And, the friendship one. You were very astute for 12!
Did you find the sex one still true? Ha!!
I love the definition of "friend"...I guess at that age its really true. Funny to remember it.
Briefcase full of diaries...that's awesome!
BTW - Did you ever find out what happened with the police car and ambulance?
PS Pop by my page when you get a moment, I have a surprise for you.
Need a job?
LOVE LOVE LOVE these diary posts lol.
You had me rolling when you KNEW everything at 12, but then wehn i got to your definitions....i lost it.
and you've probably bankrupted your poor company by stealing that bottle of white-out, you should be ashamed ;)
These diary entries crack me up. Love the definitions, and I think these words "Parents forget what it's like to be a kid, feel like a kid, think like a kid, that's why Im writing this diary, so I NEVER forget." will come back to haunt you some day. ;)
So if you're leaving, whatcha gonna do?
Happy weekend!
fiwa
These last two posts have been the greatest blog posts EVER! Thanks for scanning a couple of pages in like that too. Just awesome!
And the definitions page is absolutely classic.
Go for the paper clips next. Then start in on post-it notes if there is time before you leave.
nice job sticking it to the white-out man
Um, wow, I'm stuck on how profoundly true your definition of friendship is. Even into adult hood nothing can kill a friendship like a guy.
These have been fabulous, thanks a million for sharing.
I should probably say it's not the guy that does it, it's actually the jealousy or truth about the guy that kills it. Sorry, don't want to leave the impression that guys spend their days ruining friendships.
Those entries are precious! It's amazing what our mind thinks when we are young.
I have a diary when I was about ten. I must have just see Grease because I wrote about how cute "Danny" was and I had a crush on him! Haha, boy am I showing my age or what?
I took the stapler and tape dispenser when I left my teaching job! Oh, and alll my teacher books. I was not going to let another person come in and take all my notes. I worked hard for that! Haha! :)
You're quitting your job? What are you going to do, now?
These really are great diary entries. Thanks for letting us read them.
And I'm glad to know you were so wise about such adult things as hanky panky.
Parents forget what it's like to be a kid, feel like a kid, think like a kid, that's why Im writing this diary, so I NEVER forget.
Wow - you just blew my mind a little, to see a 12 yr old thinking like that. We usually just realize as adults that we SHOULD have done something like that!
And I love the def of "sex"... again very astute for age 12... it's usually not til later that we realize that's what it WAS like as a preteen.
Also, I was wondering too about the job thing, but wasn't going to be nosy and ask until I saw others asking. So, I'll join the ranks of those hoping you'll let us in on which dream job you've wrangled!
Now, I'll go see how many times I have to type in the word verification thingy to actually post this...
p.s. Place my vote for this post to go into your top 5 of all time!!! Every bit of it was classic!!!
(see, it warranted 3 - count 'em, 3 - exclamation points at the end of BOTH sentences)
I just caught up with your other "dear diary" installment before this. I LOVE the definitions -- Sex, Rules, Dork...I am snorting with laughter over here. Oh, to be twelve again!!
Man, I could use some of that pilfered white-out to cover up my own embarrassing journals. Ugh!
I've never kept a diary but it's pretty cool you did and kept it for that long. Must be interesting reading some of the diary entries.
Why????Why?????? I wish I had my diaries. Dear God what was I thinking???? I am so jealous.
Can't. Comment.
Laughter has taken over body...
Sex is something you ONLY dream about...riiiiiiight...
I love the diaries. So cute!
The content of your diaries read a lot like mine at that age (only they don't seem to have as many heart doodles).
I caught the part of the Hoop conversation where you say you're leaving work soon. Does this mean you're taking steps to be somewhere else? INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.
Brilliant! I think I've lost my childhood diaries but I'm now hankering for those crazy childhood excesses - Morten Harket from Aha and how I completely loved John Taylor from Duran Duran - ah I feel old now!!
I used to get a Garfield diary every year but I'm sure that they are lost now :(
Hanky panky!
Love those old diary entries! You were a very wise and perceptive little kid.
I still have several of my old diaries and it is fun to go back and read them.
LOL at the September 15th, 1993 diary entry. This stuff has been really fun to read Tink.
No wonder you're such a great blogger - you've been practicing for YEARS. :)
"He doesn't realize the stuff we find out in the 90's." I just read an article this morning about a group of parents trying to ban the book "Fat Kid Rules the World" in their middle school. What a laugh. Don't they realize what kids are exposed to these days? Sure made me want to go out and get it just to see what all the hubbub is about.
Thanks for letting me review your blog! It was a lot of fun, and I've enjoyed reading!
He he he kids definitions - soooo funny!
This drew me to your blog! I have a trunk full as well. Started when I was 10 (had to burn those in the ceremonial my mom found it) and have continued until today. I also posted mine up one time on my blog.
Reading over the old diaries is such a learning experience. I have definately figured out that I have been full of DRAMA my entire life, lol lol I have to read on - this blog was recommended by So Many Blogs and I'm loving it!
Pam
www.pamalicious.com
1) I have a SUITCASE full of old diaries, dating back from 1983.
2) It's always weird to learn a blogger's real name, after not knowing for so long. I think you were the last one I didn't know. Nice to meet you. ;)
Heh. The really funny, in a tragic sort of way, thing is that your definition of sex is pretty spot on for me these days ;o)
Love the old journal entries!! Totally something I did just last week, but for a different reason. Still took me down memory lane though!!
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