To ask you to relay some of your diary entries from your younger years?

[HighlanderMam]

Loving this thread - entries from a diary a MN'er kept when she was 12.

It's now in classics and I want to read more! Add your embarrassing diary entries!

"Walking up XX hill today a boy said 'nice legs, shame about the face' I am so happy because I always felt my legs were too fat. I think he was joking about my face"

And I was genuinely happy about that comment (aged 12 and three quarters)

"I think I love Dick"

Me and x ain't speaking it's my fault I'm to stroppy with him, but I'm nearly on and I wish he would stop telling me to dye my hair blonde.

X has gone to a party I hope he has fun but I do hope he don't get off with anyone.

Next day

X got off with y, when I wrote last I was happy thinking he'd never do that while I was writing nice things he was doing that. He broke my heart.

A week later

X asked me to come with him to do his papers and he seemed troubled, he kept on saying things about our relationship how it wasn't working. I knew just then he wanted to finish it. My heart felt really heavy he had broken my heart again, it turned out he'd got off with another girl z at the party and on Friday he got off with a.

Robbie Williams is leaving take that, I don't like tt but I used to before they changed their image well I thought they were good looking poor Robbie love him it said on the news that he was forced out by the other members because he was running wild and partying with the people from blur and oasis.

X shagged a I can't believe he done it.

5th July 2002 (aged 15)

It's Friday nite I should be out getting pissed with H, K and S, but I didn't go in the end cos I came on! R rang me 2day n wanted me to come 2 some rave in X wiv him- as if I would b allowed to go! Ne way I'm bk with J now even if he is a prick! Wants me 2 bunk school 1 day nex wk so that I can go rand his house. I'm abit worried doe cos I know what he wants to do and I'm not sure I'm ready. maybe soon doe.

It's sports day on weds so I'll prob see J then. Da fing is I really like K, he's soooo sweet and he really likes me. R keeps putting pressure on me 2 be wiv him but he's UGLY! I really should tell him I just want to be friends.

Diet went well today, didn't eat at skool an only had pasta for dinner!

J plz ring me!
Dancin 2moz :)

BYE BYE!!

Cringe

and the text speak

blank21 I am the same age as you!

But a far less interesting 15-year old. My diary went something like:

"Friday night. Played with Bruce the Hamster until he bit Dad. Bruce is getting a bit fat now, my brother reckons he's pregnant but how can that be?!!!
Spent 3 hours on MSN talking to B about Harry Potter (MALFOY SQUEEEEEE THERE ARE NEW PICTURES ON TOMFELTON.COM). Dad is very pissed off with me because he wanted to use the Internet to work on his stupid website. but it's sooo not fair I don't get to go out and I never get invited out anywhere so why can't I go on the Internet instead? HE DOESN'T WANT ME TO DO ANYTHING. He even gets pissed off when I read. Think he wants me to quit my GCSEs and work in a stupid shop."

Haha!

The thing my life wasn't interesting either, nor did I 'go out getting pissed' and I don't really recognise the girl from the diary at all!

It's a funny, cringe-tastic read though!

It's strange, when I think back to that time in my life and that particular boyfriend I remember it being over a really long period of time. But looking at the dates in my diary it was only a few weeks!

I wrote mine in code!!
I made it up (looks a bit like arabic writing ) and can still decipher them 30+ years later .
From age 12 to 16 I was madly in live with one Conrad Williams (if anyone knows him..ex Wolverhampton, I'd love to know what became of him) and my diary contains his signature that he's scrawled on a scrap of paper and I lovingly kept.. plus my 13th birthday when he KISSED me :) And at 15 when we nearly had sex but m Mum came home early...

Bastard kept me dangling on a string for years !

I love my diaries... full of hope and angst!

I have diaries from 1976 to 1998.

15/6 a million years ago....I was 19 and on a 6 mth study holiday in Spain:

15th June. . S and W went to pool but me and K couldn't be bothered and stayed at home.S burned all her legs which swelled up in a really bizarre and scary way so she lay on bed howling in agony while me and K went for a coffee in plaza.K thinks I should write to J and says JA wouldn't have given me the address if he thought that J wouldn't want to hear from me.. Met Luis who said hola. S wanted to drink some wine at flat before going out because she thought it would take the pain away so we did, listening to music and getting morbid again. S got weepy thinking about Salford and listening to whitney houston.Me and K had to rub cream all over her for the burning and swelling. Pedro went barmy again (dunno why, it was only 8pm and we weren't even in the kitchen) and we all hung out the window and shouted at him. Decided we'd better go out though as he was getting really mad.We had to meet Michelle cos it was her birthday at the Cavas de champan,was all right, but clearly meant to be like some posh cocktail evening with posh people and we are clearly not posh. Went to the bar later, JA really sweet again.Greasy Little and Ces were there and sat with us, making innuendo (Greasy) and staring in embarassment (Ces) S kept having to go to toilet to wash her legs down with cold water and then screamed every time anyone touched her. Went to M though S feeling like she was going to explode with the burning and that strange A turned up and clearly has a thing for her. He's an odd bugger that's for sure . Three slimeballs were chatting the 3 of us up and things were getting hairy but luckily W arrived and we persuaded "mine" that W was my boyfriend so off they went. Michelle and Andres turned up and asked if they could use my bedroom. What could I say. Wasn't terribly happy about it, there's only one person I want in my bed and it's not Andres. Oh well. We went for a walk instead for some fresh air round the back of the bar and wished upon stars like nutters. While we were walking back Evil Eye came past with a girl that is not his girlfriend, he said hola. By the time we got home S's legs were oozing wet slime everywhere. It was all down the backof her white dress where she'd stuck to the seats outside the M. Not pretty. She was going to have to sleep on her belly so the slime didn't ooze all over the sheets. I fucking hope Andres isn't oozing all over mine or there will be trouble.

S got weepy thinking about Salford and listening to whitney houston.

Sounds just like my student years, minus the sunburn...

Oh this thread so makes me wish I hadn't destroyed my diaries before I died of cringe when I rediscovered them a few years ago - they were AWFUL but would have made for hilarious reading on MN.

Following reading the other diary thread I did get out my old teenage diaries and have a look. I couldn't reprint much of them on here as they seem to be largely pornographic
I also found one from when I was 29 and separating from DS1s dad. I had forgotten quite how vile he really was.

'Mum, stop reading my diary, you massive TWAT.'

I knew my mum was reading my diary so that must have bamboozled the nosey old sod; she couldn't very well call me on it, could she?!

'Mum, stop reading my diary, you massive TWAT.'

Thus was 8th February 1995. I was 16.

What a rubbish day. It's crap being a girl. Woke up at 6:45 with bad spasms in my guts so I jumped out of bed, ran to the toilets, blood gushing everywhere. No fucking sanitary towels or toilet paper! Argh! What do I do? This is what: mop myself up with my knickers, then walk very carefully back to my bedroom being careful not to drip on the carpet. Found some pocket sized tissues in my bag and had to improvise with those until I got some proper pads on the way to college.

After college I watched Neighbours then went shopping with mam. Was in the Asda cafe having a chip butty and this woman spent half an hour staring at me then came over and asked me if I was that silly twat Bianca Jackson off Eastenders! Oh god, I'm getting my hair cut.

This. My iPad always changes it to thus.

When I was 12, my whole diary was dedicated to a guy from youth club, who was like, 13! I was so completely in lovw with him for about a year - I doubt he ever really knew I existed. I hope I've thrown that out!

I'm most embarrassed about the spelling mistakes I thought I didn't use to make when I was that young.

Most was quite boring.
Went to school. Went to piano lessons. Played outside. Had a fight with sister.

"P wrote a song and one of the lyrics is 'you made yourself a smokescreen and choked on the fumes'. He's so much deeper than anyone knows."

Oh God.

I thought I was really clever at 10, and tried to use all the big, impressive words I could incorrectly.

And I had the most pompous tone imaginable.

Diary entries went thus:

"K and I spent a splendiferous old time gadding about in the school woods today. She is exsquixite and her smile just lights up any day. I invented a new currency system which was adored by everyone. We now trade Body Shop medicines for some quaint flowers which look like lily blooms. In Art, I was graced with a merit award for my sketching of the cherry tree. It is a beautiful, petite little thing and I spent a whole two hours on it!"

Oh God.

I now teach Y6s and they sound so much more sensible than I ever did. Even the precocious ones

By 12 I'd had enough of girl-crushes and moved onto my "lordly ones" list, with the new addition of slang to make me sound more street-wise! No bloody idea where "lordly" came from but I suspect Little Women where Amy calls Laurence "my Lord" - and I well fancied Laurence at the time.

Anyway:

"D aka The Lordly One Number 3 was hanging out a lot today. I think it was because yesterday I kept asking his Dad if he was playing out. He said no and looked a bit annoyed because I think he was trying to concentrate on changing the car tire. Anyway we hung around the shops until these prat boys from the estate came along and dragged him away!!! But before that we had a great time talking about ice-pops and he admired my bike pegs. I asked if he wanted a backy on mine and he said no, but he jumped on my brother's bike instead."

I still wonder whatever happened to D...even my mother said for a 12 year old he was very good-looking [eek] but according to my brother who still lives in the area, since he's not on Facebook he's either "in prison or died"

I was boy obsessed from a really early age. My diary was all awful poetry and plotting how to get boys to like me. There was one whole section I faked while on the way to a caving trip (that I only went on because dreamboy was going ). I was sat next to my unrequited love and thought he might read over my shoulder so I could write cryptic messages and let him know how I felt. I don't think he glanced over my shoulder once. I think I loved him more than the sixth form crush who is my husband still 15 years later... I still dream of him 20 years on. I think If he had turned up on my wedding day and professed his love I might have actually considered it for a few seconds!

Sad how strong those teen crushes can be.

"Lordly ones" Phonebox :o