Dear Diary

If you know me at all, you probably know this...I save absolutely everything! Boxes currently fill my closets, the closets at my parents house, the shelves in their garage, and all of the space under my bed- full of every picture ever taken, every year book I'd ever been given, every paper ever written, every note ever received. 

If you know me at all, you also know that I am extremely sentimental. And this sentimentality sends me rummaging through all of these closets and boxes to get a little taste, a little reminder of the good old days:) 

Sometimes however, upon discovering a picture or a note or my jr. high yearbook, I realize that the good old days were not quite as good as I thought. Or at least that I was not exactly how remembered myself to be. 

Nothing was more enlightening than the jewel I found in my closet a few years back- my diary! 

What a treasure this thing has been- with every word on every page, I have had to ask the question, "was I really serious?". Shamefully, I WAS- extremely serious! A truth which seriously makes me want to cry or at least cringe a little. 

But more than anything, it has provided hours on endless entertainment and laughter- not just for me, but also for many of you. My sister Lindsay and I nearly wet our pants the night we found it. 

Then I took it home to my roommates at the time Karen and Lucy, for another round of laughs. Karen has been my friend since we were 12 and is mentioned quite often, unfortunately in often in this context "Karen is driving me crazy." Sorry, Karen!

My shameful rantings and ravings in the diary also provided great entertainment for our youth group a few years back as we made it into a video! My friend Johnny, read each entry aloud in a bath robe..pretty funny. No more pretending in front of "my girls" that I was more mature than they are at their age!

My good freinds Frank and Susan kept it at their house for a few months. Sus, would bring it out and read it if she'd had a bad day. She said it would always do the trick to cheer her up!

Anyways, it is funny, sad, and extremely shameful all at the same time. But many of you have requested that I put a few entries up on the blog. I figure I can't be anymore humiliated, and everyone likes a few laughs. So, your request has been granted. I will put some up from time to time.

 But on one condition...please don't judge me.

Here you go...This one is crowd favorite:

Dear Diary,  Oct. 11, 1995 (8th Grade)

I am so pissed at my parents. Oh my gosh! Okay, so Jill is having her bday party on Saturday. She's one of my best friends right? Well, I can't go. John is joining the church on Sunday. But that is not even the main reason I can't go. His stupid best friend is getting baptized by my dad. Whoopee!! Th is what my mom said, "We've been praying for him for years." So what, I haven't! So they can all go! Go for it! I have to go to something for one of John's best friends instead of one of mine? I'm so sure! They make me so pissed off (this was underlined in the diary!). I always miss parties for crappy family stuff. I missed Kim's party for Jackie and Pop's house. Everyone said that was the BEST party, even as good as Gigi's! I also missed Amanda's for the same reason. Everyone came to the gym with all these inside jokes. I felt so out of it. Why can't I have my life and and my family have theirs. Gosh. Life Sucks!

School was fine, I went on a mission trip. Gym was fine. Nothing big happened. I stuck a series. 

In Christ-

Caroline

Philippians 2:5*

* Phil. 2:5 says your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus! 

Again, please don't judge me. 

Another entry coming soon. Unfortunately, I just get older from here...

Until then, 

Caroline...Phil. 2:5