its amazing what you can learn from old diaries. i went to the loft in search of a notebook in which i could organize all this immigration stuff that is looming over my head and instead i found the bin holding my old journals. lets just say i had a key to important abbrieviations like: HD = hot dogs, es = legs, and TGIF = well, we all know that one.

this diary began when i was 11 and you could tell i wasn't always keen to write an entry. the entire months of May and June were "the same". i also had a best friend who i wrote about a lot, periodically loving and hating her.

there is one last entry with my handwriting looking slightly more grown up, telling of my upcoming entry to high school and the beginning of my time with braces. i imagine things only got better from that point.