dear diary: karen, craig, gymnastics, and calvinism

For your humor and my humility, I give to you the next diary entry. Unfortunately, everything that follows is actually recorded in that sweet little yellow book, in green pen in fact (I appear to have switched colors every day. Gotta make it cute ya know?!)

Dear Diary,  Oct. 17, 1995 (6 days after last post)

Hey, wuz up? NMH!

Today was fine I made a 100 on my math quiz! Finally! Coach Hatton said Christ didn't die for everyone.* I'm confused. I made a 98 on my history double quiz.

Im furious at Karen now. I told her I wasn't having my b-day party with Chad. She told me I had to. I was like, I'm sorry, I'm not. She told me I was rude. I just don't want to have my party with Chad. I told her to choose 1 or the other. She told me if I was going to be that way, she picked chad. I'll have my party by myself!!

Gym was ok. I didn't release flic-flic but some tick-tock-flicks. Floor was fine. Dawn was in a rotten mood. I did round-off flic, whip, 1 1/2 on the tumble track. My pick tsuks were good! My front-giants sucked! I went from good to horrible? How?

I heart Craig! He was so nice to me today. He called me brain. I told him to shut up. He told me he was kidding + gave me a friendly hug. Ahh! I love him to death. FOREVER! We're not even a couple. I don't know if he likes me. Oh well. I still love him.

Love, Caroline

Ash and I have some siamese twin thing goin. 

* This was my first introduction to the theology of limited atonement. Clearly, I gave it a lot of thought! 

Again, please don't judge me:)

And Karen, I'm sorry.

In Christ, 

Caroline.... Phil. 2:5