Strange Words from a Strange Kid

     Here is some more of the oldy goldy. I posted this on FictionPress and decided to move it here, so the "cleaning out my room" part is from ages ago when I was packing to go to university, as said below. And, as you well know, I've been at university for about five months now, so this is a while back. Enjoy the random thoughts of a ten and twelve year old. 

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     I was cleaning out my room, today and yesterday, because as you know, I'm off to university in September. And my Mum ordered me to clean out all the things I don't need, in order to better use the space. In other words, I'm being kicked out. Literally. They are chucking out my bed so when I return, I will not have a bed or bedroom. But that's a different matter. Because upon my cleaning, I found two old diaries from when I was younger. I am not kidding you, it was really weird, embarrassing and funny. Which is why I have decided to share a few choice extracts with you.


     Bare in mind, I am eighteen now. Do not hold the stupidity against me.


Extract 1:
Basically the first page of my brand new diary. (I doodled all over it.) Okay, here we go,


24th June, 2001


(Side Note: I have just turned ten years old, as the 24/06 is my birthday)


"For my birthday, I got:

• Tomb Raider III (3)
• Pokemon Gold
• Harry Potter sweets 
• £5 note
• This diary
• A purse
• Two Beanie Babies 

And with the money, I bought, a bag and solitaire!"


     S/N: My life was so cool! I mean, solitaire. You cannot get any cooler than that. And Beanie Babies. TWO BEANIE BABIES! My life was complete back then. Google Beanie Babies if you're unsure. They used to rock my world.


Extract 2:


30th June, 2001
"Today, I had to go to Stephanie's (my sister) school fate. She did a display. I decorated (spelt decarated) a biscuit. It was yummy! Stephanie did pretty well, but she got hurt (HA!) because Catherine stood on her legs."


     S/N: I do love my sister, and do not wish her any harm, in any way. She was just an annoying person back then. Well, she's still annoying, but I am mature enough, and mellow enough, to accept that. Okay, I'm not. I'm lying, so sue me.


Extract 3:


2nd July, 2001


"Went to school (boring) today. Finished a bit early. When I got home, I played Pokemon Gold (ha, caught you out)." 


     S/N: All other entries referred to TRIII, so I was tricking the invisible reader, by playing Pokemon instead of Tomb Raider. Yeah, I was witty back then too.


Extract 4:


4th July, 2001


"No more P.E. until Friday. Yes! But, still got to go to school. Well, better then ... ... watching Football (a bit. Okay, there are worse things)."


Extract 5:


5th July, 2001


"Not boring today. But bad news. Gameboy been taken away until winter. Noooooooo. I can't live without it. It is a long wait."


    S/N: I was, and still am, into video games. But I managed to survive summer without them. My Mum made us play outside in the summer, the horror. Just joking! I have actually got funny memories of playing outside ... 


Extract 6:


8th July, 2001


"Watched CITV, a bit boring. Had hair washed today. Very nice and BOILING HOT. What are they trying to do? Scald me. Make me bald. Man, parents are silly sometimes. They are really, really."


Extract 7:


20th July, 2001


"The summer holidays are here. Fun, fun, fun and just more fun. Hurrah. No more school. Sorry, I might not write anymore."

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     Okay, that was the first set of extracts from when I was ten years old. The pages were long enough to write more, but my hand writing was way big and filled the whole page. Plus, my attention span at that time (and probably now) was really short. So I would stop writing, or forget about my day before I had time to write it down. Anyway, let's move on to a twelve year old me.

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Extract 8:


5th March, 2004


"Dear Diary,
today was Friday. Started out fine, in fact, it was perfect (for once). Finished off our group Science project, just need a few more diagrams. English was boring. I'm surprised. I usually love English. Next, I went on Prefect duty. Lucy (yuck) was back at school, and as she was ill, she got to stay in. A real shame. Humanities was fun. I answered a question, for once, and got it right! The second English lesson was boring, again. I got to do extra Prefect duties at lunch. Then Humanities again. Then assembly. After school was my Drama exam. It was late and we only performed half, as the group before us went on for twenty-five minutes. Gave Charlotte a lift home. Taking Steph swimming tomorrow."


     S/N: As you can see, not much difference in content or writing skills! I was still distracted when writing in my diary. If you can even call it that ...


Extract 9:


6th March, 2001


"Dear Diary,
It's Saturday! I woke up to the phone ringing. It was one of Steph's friends. It was 08:00 AM for crying out loud! Watched, 'Dick n Dom in da Bungalow' this morning. Then got washed and dressed and took Steph swimming. Had to walk all the way around. Walked past the school. The car park was empty and the gates padlocked. By the time we got to the Leisure centre, all Steph's friends were already there. Thought about texting Kelly to come, but I didn't. I decided to sit and watch, so I could play with my phone. Saw quite a few people, coming and going. At one, me and Steph left. Got home at quarter past. Had lunch. Played the Sega all afternoon. Had McDonalds for tea. Went upstairs to listen to music. Came down at eight. Wanted to watch a DVD but it was too late. Drank my tea and decided to give up chocolate biscuits. Watched TV for the rest of the evening."


     S/N: I'd just got my first mobile/cell phone for Christmas. I was really chuffed, because it meant I could play Snake. And another side note; McDonalds was a rare occurrence in our house when I was growing up, so having it was like having a Birthday Christmas celebration early.

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     Ah, good times from my childhood! Aren't they just the most fantastic little gems from my childhood. Don't they just give such a deep and meaningful insight into my mind, which has changed little in six years! 


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