January 21, 1997
O.K. so my mom came into my room and had one of those emtianal (emotional) talks that's suposivly (supposedly) suppose to make me feel better. WRONG! I don't think so!!! I ended up crying. So the whhoole talk was about her boyfriend Russ. Sometimes I just get sick of it when all she talk about is RUSS, RUSS, RUSS, etc.
The last couple of days have been really crappy. And I know when she walked out of the bedroom tonight we was pissed off! Bye!
Clearly I took quite a few cues from Teen magazine with my signature. I loved how girls would write in with their most embarrassing stories then sign off with a catchy name.
Because I am terrible at keeping secrets and surprises, I have to share my next diary entry. It's a doozie...
February 3, 1997
O.K. so now I totally have a crush on this boy in my class names Kyle Ross. He's nice sweet and totally cute. He's the only guy in the class!
I'm trying to stop picking my nose. I don't all the time, just sometimes. But when I do pick my nose I don't pick it in front of anybody!
From: In LOVE!!
On that note, have a lovely nose-picking weekend!