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March 6
I think that I’m going to turn this journal into a scrapbook. There isn’t
really anything to write about. I’ll switch back and forth. Anyways, here’s
some of my drawings:
I did that just yesterday. I had to cut it out, though, to paste it on here.
My hands are all sticky with glue, ugh!!!
This princess is a doodle I just did. Well, anyways, dinnertime.
March 7
Scrapbooks are so cool! Joan said that they’re babyish, but I detected
jealousy in her pimply face. Joan has quite a number of pimples on her
forehead, nose, and cheeks. Oh yeah. And her chin. She has this huge zit
on her chin. It’s all red and popping out. Mom’s tried to pull it before, but
Joan was crying and screaming. I know that it’s probably wicked to write
this about Joan, but I can’t help myself. I really wish that I didn’t have to
grow up and get all of those pimples like Joan!!!! Being a teenager would
be even worse. All of the jeans they sell for teenagers are these really tight
jeans that make your bottom look really big and have all of these stupid
black glittery belts. Whenever Joan walks, her hips sway back and forth.
That’s another thing I don’t want to have!!!!!
March 8
More doodles:
Anyways, back to what I don’t want to have when I’m a teenager!!! I
do not want to have any pimples, tight jeans, glittery black belts, hip
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swaying, weird voice (like Joan’s), be considered annoying, nor anything
like that. Mom says that all of that is just a part of growing up, but who
says that black glittery belts are part of growing up????? Here are my
illustrations of belts:
No, never mind. Let me just tell you, whatever I drew would NOT be
glittery. And a good thing, too. But I just do not want a stupid black
glittery belt and have stupid cartoons drawn of me that show me having
a date with some kind of stupid Tom Cruise guy. Joan never lets me
borrow her glitter after the “glitter incident.”
This is what they will draw of me once I am a teenager!!! I don’t want
this slipped onto my desk, and then some kind of beak-nosed professor
expels me just for passing notes, etc.
March 9
DISASTER!!! ALERT!!!! DISASTER!!! The cousins will be here, and
they will tear the wallpaper to shreds! Plus—if they find my journal they
will laugh over it and rip out the pages! What embarrassment! I must find
a place to hide you, dear journal!!!! Under my pillow??? No, way, way too
common, you would be smashed!!! Uh oh, I HEAR THEM
APPROACHING, in the cupboard??? No, would be opened!!!! Under my
bed with all of my clothes on top of it??? Zipped up in my beanie bag
purse? The bed will have to do!!!! They’re coming!!!!
Later tonight
Sore pounding relief. (I don’t think you can really describe it that way,
but my heart is pounding with relief.) They didn’t come into the attic at
all. Randy and Arthur and Elizabeth were too interested in Lotus Flower.
Hurrah!!!
March 10
Anyways, Auntie Millie brought chocolate chip cookies over for
dessert. They were really good, nice and crisp and golden-brown. Randy
had three cookies until Auntie told him to stop “eating the cookies.” He
passed gas right next to me (ugh, that putrid stench!) Mom fed Lotus
Flower just a tiny nibble of cookie, and dumped the rest on my poor dad.
THE JOY OF WRITING
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