School starts in 19 or 20 days. How awful. I’m so nervous. How can I survive? I don’t even know what I’m going to wear. Oh God.
For the first time EVER, I actually have really bad handwriting, but for some reason did not see fit to mention it. It must have been the nerves.
It is nice to be 11.
I whish I’d bust out tonight. I doubt it. I
I get $2.50 a week now. Only 23 days til school! I’m totally nervous. I can’t even write neatly. Continue Reading
Dad will not tell me what
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I talked to Mom and Dad about my birthday party. Ana has to come. Sara and I are alone this morning. I’m thinking of telling her the party is canceled. I think I’ll call Erika.
I h a v e t h e m o s t u n e n t h u s i a s t i c p a r e n t s i n t h e e n t i r e w o r l d.
U n i v e r s e.
11+2 days.
Happy Birthday Jennifer.
Yes, I’m eleven and one day. I think
It is so embarrassing changing in the dressing rooms. Most of the six year olds are bigger then me. Can you believe it? I can’t. I’ll never wear a bra before school.
One more strike and we’re out. Yep, ‘The Group’ stroke again. We have to take some action soon.
A group of popular girls, a few of whom I am now actually friends with on Facebook, spent their free time vandalizing the playground at our elementary school with demeaning comments about me and a few of my great friends. Which meant we got to spend our free time frantically washing them away for fear of our peers seeing and believing the crude and slanderous assertions.
Steve. Jennifer Heller’s first crush. And it was not a mega-crush. Steve may not even be cute. I can’t tell. Oh, well.
Grandma arrived today. Sara is sharing a room with me. Awful, huh? I’m on my first section of white.
I was crocheting an afgan much like this one except in hideous pastels.
There is a kinda cute guy in my swim class. How come the boys are always staring at me during class? It’s like I’m different from TaiHee or Nicky. Nicky is turning eleven on the eleventh of Augest. But she lives in Rino.
