Marisa just reminded me of these 6th grade diary entries that I posted a couple years ago. If you're on xanga, you've probably already read them, but they make me laugh so hard every time, I wanted to post them again. Oh, how I wish I was back in 6th grade, not.

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Jill was going out with John for a couple weeks, but John dumped her. He said she was lame so she called him a bad-assed monkey. She said it was the first time she ever swore to somebody to their face. She calls everybody a weenypopper. That's gross.

I don't think I'm ever going to have a first kiss. It doesn't seem like I'm ever going to get married. But WHEN I do, I think it would be gross to have sex. I don't like writing the word sex. It just feels funny. I have always wanted to kiss a boy. Not just a peck on the lips, but like a long kiss with a slip of the tongue. Just kidding. What if (there's always the what ifs) you were on a date and the guy you were with tried to make a move on you. That's what I'm afraid of. What if he tried to kiss you and didn't really like him. I'd probably change the subject. (mmhmmm..yup...sounds like me.)

Ms. Michigan came to our school today. She kept talking about stereotypes and how everyone used to call her a niger.

Lins is listening to Bjork (sick.) April and Summy are being more annoying than ever. April thinks she likes the Beatles more than me (BUG ME!) Summy is collecting chickies (SICK!) It makes me want to puke.

I got a new purple sweatsuit for christmas (I really need to find that model shot of me wearing my purple sweatsuit. If any of you have it, I want it....dad, lins, steph?)

April doesn't think you can bend your knee. She only thinks you can bend your leg. She bugs me. April, I'll kill you if you read this.

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