last night, KC and i went to MORTIFIED. in keeping with the theme of the evening, we awkwarded up like it was 1997 all over again.
which reminded me that i had a plan last fall to revisit the journals of my youth. a plan that totally never came to be. so here we go again. the great journal project of 2009... version 2010.
(sidenote: croftie does does a far superior job on the angst front at the far superior laraehrlich.com, so go check it. now.)
and with no further ado, i give you 7 april 1989. the day i learned to write in cursive. alas, i did not know how to spell.