October 7th, 2004

     Dear Diary, Today is a great day. gess what, I am 7 years old and in 2 grad and now my mom cealns hoses things have relly changed.
      Love, Emily.


Funny, I thought everything had changed when really, my mom had always been cleaning houses.

August 9th, 2004

I'd have been 7-years-old for 9 days.


     Dear Diary, Today was the best day of my life. guess what, my mom made a tent out of my bed and my best fariend came over and his name is RD and I got to see the Milkyway.
     Love, Emily.


To prove to you how pathetically alone I was as a kid, RD wasn't my friend, he was my 11-years-older-than-me brother's. I used to read a lot, and believe it or not by my spelling at grammar, but I was a really smart little kid, so everyone around me thought I was weird, so growing up, I didn't have many friends. Which is why until my brother graduated High School in 2005, his friends were my friends.

July 4th, 2004

    Dear Diary, Today was a great day, I went to cuch. and went swimming with my dad. also gess what, today is the 4th of July. and we are going to the fireworks. and thats all for today.
     Love, Emily.

April 11th, 2004

     Dear Diary, Today was a great day. I went to me grandmother's house. I played with my cousins! I went to a Easter egg hunt! I got a lot of eggs! My grandma is comeing to my house. and I am watching wresling with my dad. also I went to church today I got alot from my ants. 
     Love, your friend, Emily.
     Sunday April 11th, 2004.


Why I put the exact date on the bottom and signed it that way, I'll never know. Oh, and when I was little, I had this fascination with wrestling, I used to play the game on my older brother's Nintendo 64 all the time. My two favourite people were this woman named Chyna (I think it was spelled like that), and this man called The Undertaker. Eventually I grew out of the wrestling phase...and moved on to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I was a badass kid. c: Oh, and in case you're wondering, I didn't literally mean 'ants,' insects don't give out Easter gifts the last time I checked.

February 29th, 2004

     Dear Diary, I'm not haveing a good day. My mom dose not trust me anymore I have a habit of suching my thumb and every time I don't I get something, my mom yells at me to get me to stop craying.

     Love, Emily.

I love the way my brain used to think, it's so random, ha. And on a sidenote, I continued to suck my thumb until I was eight. My mom sewed up this little glove that tied around my hand and covered my thumb, just my thumb, and that finally broke my habit.

February 28th, 2004

     Dear Diary, I am not haveing a good moming. Becuse my mom said something that hrt my fellings that was someing you don't want to know wat it is.
      Love, Emily.
Typos: *having, *morning, *because, *hurt, *feeling, *something, *what.
...How could I spell 'something' right the first time, and then fuck it up the second time? Acid, I tell you, acid.

February 3rd, 2004

      Dear Diary, Today is a graet Day. I am watching Mary Popisse. It is good. now I am watching The Teletubbies. and thats all for Today.
      Love, Emily.


I actually lost my copy of Mary Poppins a few years later. It either got lost when we moved, or I still have it but it's hidden in my movie cabinet, either way, I can't find it.