I’ve dug up the old volumes of my diary. I’ve got tons of them.
I began keeping a diary a few days after my thirteenth birthday. I’d recently read The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4, and it inspired me to start one of my own. I told my parents that I wanted a diary for my birthday, and they got me one from a custom crafts store – the cover painted glossy white and stippled with small painted blue stars and a yellow moon, with the words “Jeff’s Midnight Confessions” written on it.
Here’s the first entry I ever wrote. I must point out that (1) one of my recent Hanukkah presents had been a word-a-day calendar and (2) I was a huge fan of “Days of our Lives.”
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Friday, Jan. 2, 1987
Hello, Diary. This is my first entry. It’s about 4:30 pm and it’s during vacation. I’m in the middle of writing my stupid essay for Mrs. Podesta. I wish I didn’t have any homework over vacation!
Last night for Chanukah (7th night) I didn’t open anything, but on New Year’s Eve I got the Talisman Adventure Set. Now I have the complete Talisman collection!
On DOOL today, they found out that Emma’s death was homicidal. Also, Kayla discovered that Steve used to spy on her for Victor and they broke up. Sometimes I hate Victor! Also, Roman helped a skier with a broken leg. An ambulance took her to a hospital. It doesn’t seem important, but knowing DAYS, I know it’ll lead to something.
I have to get back to my dumb essay. And, just for the record, I like Lara C_________. Hopefully, nobody will look inside of here. Maybe I’ll write later. Bye! Oh, by the way, we didn’t maffick very loudly on New Year’s Eve.
Now it’s 5:00 pm. I’m sleeping at Larry’s house tonight, and we’re going to the museum tomorrow, so I can’t write in you tonight. Bye for today!
P.S. I didn’t set my tocsin this morning since there was no school today.
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Oh, to be thirteen again. Except not really.
Seriously, did your parents want you to grow up gay?
Heh. I had to look up those vocabulary words. And here I was hoping “maffick” meant something dirty. ;-)
So was the ambulance ride important?
Great glimpse back. I love the tone of the entry–the way you wrote to the diary and told it you couldn’t write in it that night, as if it would be wondering where you had gone. :)
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A 13 year old boy watching Days Of Our Lives.
Was anyone surprised when you came out?
Of course, when I was 13, I had memorized all the word to Evita and often sang along with Patti Lupone, imagining myself on the balcony of the Casa Rosada, glittering with diamonds and pearls.
No one was surprised when I came out.
OMG… Talisman! I so wish I’d had a friend like you back when I was 13. We could have played together.
And we could have played Talisman, too.