I have always had a diary. My mother started me journaling when I was very young. I would write about my day, my emotional crap, all of it. And, because I’m anal-retentive about organization, I still have all of them. There are a few boxes down in my office space. I can’t bring myself to part with them.
Most of them are filled with whiny ramblings of a confused teen. Over the last several years I have been using a five-year journal to limit the amount of daily dribble. I’m on my second one so far. It’s been a good way to reduce my days to the essentials.
As opposed to this:
April 6th, 2005
Well, sadly, spring break is long gone. But classes end one month from today. It will pass really quickly.
But, it’s official, I’m living at home this summer. Again! Another summer in Ice Cream Shoppe hell. This is exactly what I need to further my job prospects. A job with no responsibility, no credibility, and no future. This is my resume. I really truly want to cry. I sit and tell myself this means I’ll have more time. But evening here alone would be wonderful, endless time for me. At home I’ll just live in my room and not really do anything. All I’ll care about is seeing [long-distance boyfriend] and sleeping.
I probably will only get to go to one week at the lake. I might not even go at all. Save my parents some cash, instead of putting the dogs in the kennel, and make money. Especially since one of those weeks is usually the fair and many people request off. At this point money for Scotland is all that’s important. And it looks like I’m going to be working as much as possible to earn enough. This is going to be a blast of a summer!
Even in writing I could make sarcasm drip from every word.
August 29th, 2008
I’m getting married tomorrow!! I am calm as a cucumber. Only a few small issues; hopefully we’ll find Matt at some point. Everyone seemed to arrive okay. So this morning is the rehearsal and then welcoming people throughout the afternoon.
My dress is hanging up. It’s so pretty. Sarah’s dress looked really nice on the hanger, but I didn’t get a good look. Vanessa’s isn’t the same color, but it’s no big deal. We’ll be a rabble. Apparently they gave my brother the wrong color vest, but we’ll deal. At least it’s not pink
Dick’s hair is now all blonde. I’m afraid they dyed it last night to blue or something. my mother would kill him.
Supposedly we’re doing a big dinner tonight with everyone. We’ll see how that goes. As long as I don’t witness murder I don’t care.
See, I could pretend to be pretty mellow when I wanted to be.
And then there is the shorter, more recent dailies:
March 23rd, 2016
I got my nipples pierced today. It hurt. The biggest this is going to be the healing time of several months.
July 4th, 2016
A good day at home, for the most part. We relaxed, did some cleaning. I got fucked against the dryer.
See, short and sweet is just a better way to go.