These are just a few diary entries from over the years that can help you get an idea of what growing up being me was like… Literally the only thing I’ve changed is the spelling and the only reason I did that was so that you can actually read it…
September 13, 2000
Dear journal, I have had the worst day of my life. There was a scorpion on the bus and another bus had to pick us up and we were 15:00 mins late. I got a tardy slip while my other friend didn’t. (Garrison) I was so mad! I almost turned red! And then my throat hurt and then I had to chase a boy and a boy chased me and I got red! And then this boy had to hit me and it hurt and then instead of not having to clean my room my mom said that I had to! And I had to pick up my brother from his friend’s house and he wouldn’t listen to me and I was turning into a driveway and bumped into a tree and hurt myself real bad! And it was all on my B-day!
Poor me. Throw some lima beans in there and this is Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day status. What a drama queen. Don’t worry, I’ve since had much harder days. Like just last Tuesday, there were two scorpions on the bus and a boy pulled my pig tail.
2/28/2001
Dear dia journal,
Today I had so much fun! We were running and I said, “When it rains the wackos come out!” and we ran around yelling that. Then to spoil all our fun, Rebecca came out and (copied my idea) said, “When it rains, the psychos come out!” I said, “Excuse me, it is ‘when it rains the wackos come out.” Then she said, “No. This is our modo. ‘All for one and good for psycho!” So it went. I got left and she won. Well, that was my day. Bye! By: Chelsy
Aaaaand… face palm.
3/25/01
Dear dia journal,
Today I kind of messed up. Me and Mandy (my sister) made a bet that my mom did blow out the candle and of course, she did and I had to clean the kitchen. Bye.
I sincerely hope my writing skills have improved. And my gambling skills.
3/25/01
Introducing
Hi it’s me Chelsy again. My mom (Lynn) is cool. My dad (Ken) is cool. Mandy is cool, Alex is cool and freckles, Binkey, and Gilligan are cool. Bye
I was cool.
6/14/01
Dear Journal,
Today I am going to a little softball game. It’s not any big one. It’s just a primary activity. I had to wake up at 5:15 this morning but that’s okay. Well, gotta go. Bye.
Thank you so much, little me, for clearing up that fact. I almost got this confused with that time I played for the all star team.
1/10/02
Dear Journal,
I haven’t been writing like I am supposed to. Well two days before my birthday, a terrible thing happened. September 11, 2001, the saddest day of my life, two airplanes crashed into the world trade centers. Thousands No, scratch that, millions of people died in the planes and in the buildings. And it was all done my Asodan Bin Lodan. A terrible day for me and most every one else. On my birthday, there was another dead scorpion on the bus.
Wow… I’m so glad my facts were so accurate. You always hear people ask where you were on September 11th. It really is something you never forget. I remember I was getting ready for school while listening to Beth and Bill in the morning. Beth got on the air with her beautiful, friendly news casting voice and told me all about the terrible event that had just taken place. I rushed downstairs and flew into the bathroom where my mom was tirelessly teasing her bleach blonde tresses while simultaneously applying another coat of polish to her inch long finger nails. I explained the story in a hurry, the words getting jumbled and hard to understand as a result of my panic and asthma. She turned the TV on and we watched in horror with the rest of the world as another plane collided with the second tower. Another unattainable idea? Peace.
2/25/03
I am going to clean up my act. I am going to get in shape. I am going to stop lying. I am going to have no enemies. I am going to read my scriptures and write in my journal every night. I am going to clean my room and keep it clean! I am setting a goal not to get grounded for a month or two months and so on. Surprise Karli with how strong I get. Okay, now on to my day. When I went to sleep last night, I did not feel good. I woke up, didn’t feel too hot either. But as the day went on, I felt better.
Like a page later, I describe in great detail, how I got grounded for lying about not having my room clean. Good goal keeping.
5/16/04
I’m kind of scared because I gave who I think is Emma Watson my address. Summer says it’s probably an old man gonna come and kill me. I’m being sent an autographed book.
Yeah… no big deal… Well we can look at this glass half full or glass half empty. The half full side, I didn’t get killed by an old man. The half empty side, I never got my autographed copy of Harry Potter.
5/18/04
Today has been so hard! I got up at 5:30 to take a shower. I went to school. When I came home, I remembered my science project. I worked on that till 8:30. I was crying most of the time. After that, I remembered home work. Then I went to bed. After that, I got up right away at 9:20 to write in you. Now I’m going to bed till 4:30. NO interferences! Good night!
I can’t believe I was up until 9:20 PM. My life was so hard. Although I don’t think I could get up that early now if I tried.
5/20/04
My science project is looking okay. I don’t expect to place though.
5/21/04
Yesterday was great! I won first place in the science fair.
So I bet you’re getting tired of all these unattainable ideas. An attainable idea? Winning. That’s right. I, Chelsy Lynn Ellsworth, won the 6th grade Science fair. Suck on that, size two party girls!
11/2/04
The elections are today! Bush and Kerry. Bush is ahead by a little bit. I really hope he wins. I’m in junior high. All my teachers except one are totally cool. Kinda.
11/4/04
Bush won! I’m so happy! Me and Mikella have been talking about the end of the world. They say George Bush’s nephew will run against Hillary Clinton. She will win and things will start getting really, really bad from there. In George Bush’s 3rd year of office in his 2nd term, things will start getting bad. I’m kinda scared but that’s okay.
Don’t judge me. I come from a very conservative family. I have since formed my own opinions on politics and… okay let’s face it. I believe who ever is on the TV at the time. And don’t ask me where I learned my future telling skills from. I don’t even know where half of that information came from…
2/26/05
My English teacher is a beep! She almost made me cry. I had a question and she said, “You know what?” I’m going to limit you to a few questions a day.” I had my hand raised for like a bagillion years, but she would not call on me. So this kid walked up to her with his question and she answered him. So I decided to go up and ask mine and she said, “You know what? This isn’t 2nd grade! Go sit in your seat and raise your hand like everyone else!” (Does that not include ‘Perfect Preston’?) She never ended up answering me.
I’m not sure what a beep is… I remember this day. After class I went up to her and apologized and pulled the cancer card. That’s right. I blamed my immature behavior on my mother’s cancerous condition. I made her cry. Even then I was a good actress. You have to make cancer work in your favor, you know?
3/2/05
Hey
Mom’s been having seizures. I think. They haven’t told me, but there’s a piece of paper that says “Lynn’s seizure chart” on the counter. I hate when they don’t tell me stuff. I also hate when they do tell me stuff. Well Dustin’s been cutting. That’s 3 of my friends now. I’ve been mean to him. I feel like it’s partly my fault. Tomorrow, I’m going to go up to him, look at his wrists and tell him I’m sorry. OMG! Why is my life so screwed up? Erin, Megan, and Brad say nobody likes me and they hate sitting by me. Mr. Cook doesn’t like me either.
It’s times like these that I wish I could go back in time and say, “No, Chelsy. Dustin doesn’t even really care that you exist. He cuts his wrists because that’s the cool thing to do right now.” And how sad is that? I came across this a little while ago and I couldn’t believe that it was real. They were really mean kids though. And I was really super obnoxious. But who’s laughing now?? I have a super hilarious book and they have super awesome lives with super awesome boyfriends… okay. They’re still laughing.
3/14/05
Megan is such a ____! I don’t even know what to call her! She was sitting to the right of me in Social studies when Mr. Cook said that the person on the right needed to go get the SS books for the two people. She said, “Chelsy, go get the books.” I said, “Megan, you’re to the right, just go get them.” She said, “No, I don’t want to. You get them.” So what could I do? I got up and got my own book. Then she said, “Where’s mine?” I said, “Go get your own, Princess.” That made her mad and she went, “Uhhh?” and got up got her book and didn’t speak to me again. I feel kind of bad now…
One of my proudest moments for sure. I was sick of taking her crap and I wasn’t going to let her walk all over me anymore.
Well now that you know what an extreme dork I was, I hope you understand my ultimate unattainable idea: acceptance. People like me learn to live out loud. We laugh at ourselves for the crazy predicaments we get ourselves into and then write a book on the subject. Look at the glass half full, people. At least you didn’t get killed by an old man today.
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