Cringing my head off at this insight into my own youth...

[solidgoldbrass]

In the process of having a right old clear-out, have uncovered a box of 'conversations' ie note-passing that I used to do with friends at school in my teens; we would basically pass a sheet of file paper back and forth between us in particularly boring lessons and discuss... stuff.
What an unbelievable little tick I was! If not whining or sulking, I was slagging off my mates' boyfriends and then complaining no one liked me. Mind you, the next time I start wishing I could be Young Again I will remember those scribbles and be very glad that I am not, in fact, 15 any more. Has anyone else got lurking horrors like this, old diaries or whatever?

Coxy what a wonderful thing to have kept! (And I'm glad you recovered.)

Do let us know what your friend says about your youthful lusting after her now husband!

I so wish I had kept some of the rubbish my best friend and I sent to each other. We even learned morse code and wrote notes out in dots and dashes so no one else would read them! Because obviously, everyone would be so interested in the drivel we sent each other.

Aww :) How lovely, BrianCox.

It's well known, at some point I think I fancied him, his older brother and my friend fancied his dad!!!! Hilarious She's fine with it, she has actually asked if I would like him back on more than one occasion lol (errrr, no thanks, not after hearing what she has to put up with!)

I'm not sure I'd remined a friend me and her DH used to have feelings for each other.

Even if you were younger at the time and your friendship is strong, you never know what's going on in their relationship and where it could sow a seed.

That was to ProfCoxshair. (is it scary? how so?)

X-posts with you Prof.

Ahh, well...if she's offered you him back...

It's ok - me and her DH are like family, I was 14 and he ws 15, we held hands (when he discovered my lust for him) and rode our bikes but that was it.

His parents are my DD's Godparents, I am Godparent to his DS. Our families are very close and his wife is, beyond all doubt, the greatest friend I have ever had.

I don't think a crush at 14 could result in any jealousy at all. She finds it highly amusing, especially when I tell tales on him

I definitely do not fancy him now. That would be like fancying my brother [boak]

oh and Coxy has scary everything, I just chose 'hair' because I couldn't be bothered typing 'weird ken doll skin and dead eyes'

Sometimes scary is good Prof.

I'd like to imagine this is what he's <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=professor+brian+cox+hair&hl=en&biw=1146&bih=697&tbm=isch&tbnid=jHLCVnCTvWaC0M:&imgrefurl=stitchandbitchlondon.wordpress.com/category/help-us-knit/&docid=fy2LXnd37iFsJM&imgurl=www.stitchldn.com/DrBrianCox_knitting.jpg&w=300&h=300&ei=mQsaT9nEI8Tr8QOOoKTICw&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=248&sig=112379514407926695039&page=3&tbnh=155&tbnw=165&start=35&ndsp=20&ved=1t:429,r:6,s:35&tx=78&ty=57" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">really thinking.

Or maybe he just saves that subject for when he's got a long stint on the bog and needs entertainment?

Who knows the workings of the mind of Someone Right Clever?

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you could have warned me!!! Dead eyes

I had a LiveJournal from 11 years ago, so age 14-15. Updated it regularly for 7/8 years. Some very excruciating posts. They are a record of being PG with DS though. Although, I deleted a lot of the posts about DS's dad as they just made me too upset - he was really horrible.

That's sad rough :( I sort of wish in a way that I had written more about XP on my LJ, would have been useful to have a record and may have even been helpful for some insight, but I was so scared I would leave it logged in and he would find it that I never did.

I kept a diary all through my teen years, but destroyed them about 20 years ago (when i was mid 20's) because i found out my dh had read them. He is still my dh but I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM and i would love to read them again now especially as i now have 2 teen DDs.

Bertie, if the final number was rubbish and we knew we were true love soulmates forever then we used to keep going until we got to single digits and then subtract that from 100

I've got the Terrible Attempts at Novels, too. Which were invariably derivative of whatever I'd just watched on telly interspersed with thinly-disguised portraits of me and whoever I had a crush on having some sort of Tempestuous Relationship while saving the world....

We were always writing notes. My friend and I wrote quite rude notes in a French class once and decided to do it in French, just for a laugh

We were caught at the end of the lesson, but the teacher (who was actually French) read it and just praised us on our translation skills :o

Enjoying this thread sooo much.
I couldnt really keep a diary because my mum would intermittently "rearrange" my furniture when I was out, discovering packets of ten silk cut, never to be used condoms and diaries in the process.
Bertie's post about things on t'internet made me shudder. I thank my lucky stars I was born too early to be posting my innermost thoughts online to become permanent!
Although when I see ads on the telly for NTWICM 197 it does make me feel old.

I wrote my angst ridden diary in code. I could work it out if I wanted to, but I don't fancy the cringetasticness.

Being a child of the technological age, I've had a similar wake-up call! Facebook have just brought out this Timeline thing. I can see what I was like at age 16. All of my wall posts, status updates and other ludicrous things.

I can only surmise one thing: I was a whining, whinging, whoreish and boorish wreck.

I have a different bloke writing on my wall every three days. I can't even remember most of them! My status updates are either me whinging about how my life sucks, me whinging about how bored I am or me whinging that "no-one fucking likes me for who I fucking am so you can all fuck off you cunts".

I've had to go through my Timeline and delete every inappropriate post there! I have also apologized to my mother - a woman with the patience of a flamin' saint!

Winteriscoming I did sort of - I kept the knickers with a small blood stain on in a sort of briefcase that also contained cassette tapes. I don't know what happened to it though.

I've got a bag full of notes we used to pass each other in class too. There's one where someone is pretending to be a broken computer running a text-based adventure that blows up in the end and is replaced by a brand new Amstrad. There's awful filth and lots of poo/period jokes and in-jokes that I still remember like a song called 'sex in a dustbin'.

I did keep diaries between about 11 and early 20s sporadically but an awful ex found them and read them and started quoting them at me and after that I tore them up and threw them away.

I found my mum's teenage diaries in my nan's house when I was a teen. Lots of stuff about Vespas and stringing on two boys at once "I went to the coffee shop with Noel but I only really love Terry". She told me she forgot there was a third she had on the go when she finished with Noel and told him she wanted to be faithful to Terry. Noel's response was "What, and Alan too?".

My best mate and I used to write huge long letters to one another when in 6th form and at university. When she emigrated she gave to me the letter I had written to her and I pieced them together with the ones she had written to me. A hilarious, and sometimes cringeworthy, saga of life as a teenager in the late nineties.

Chocaroo you should publish them!

Maybe in another 10 years or so...

Anyone who is thinking of throwing theirs out, don't.

When my grandma died I got hers!!!!! From the 1920s!!!!

There's not much of it but what there is is lovely. All about learning to swim and getting her hair cut in an Eton crop and playing jazz with her cousins.

and needless to say she thought she was the coolest person in the whole of Rotherham....