Just for Stomper Girl, here is the photo from TV Week, with further proof that I was only one spray can away from becoming a serial train tagger and that a private education teaches you nothing, if not goodly spelling.
I am going to go out on a limb here and say that I think many blog writers were once Journal and Diary authors. It is in our very nature to jot down notes and write about the ideas that are bouncing around in our overactive brains and short of spending six hours on the phone at the end of the school day, I think many of us felt the need to continue our purge in written form.
I'm not certain how old I was when I first started keeping a Diary, but I have one in the top of my cupboard from when I was fifteen and they continue through until I was twenty, although as the years progress, the entries become more sporadic. Clearly I was too busy talking the ears off all my friends and boyfriends to put pen to paper, boy, weren't they the lucky ones.
I thought it might be fun to share a diary entry from when I was sixteen. Sweet sixteen *sigh* ha, I think my mother would argue that I was growing hormonal horns at that age, and re-reading my old Diaries, I think I am inclined to agree. Crikey, what a hotpot of turmoil, boys and teenage angst..oh..and boys ? Did I mention boys ? Yikes.
Anyway, for your enjoyment, please meet Waffles, aged 16 and 3/4 -
Monday 27th June 1988
OMIGOD, soooo much has happened since I last wrote. GAM, where to begin, that's that prob.....Well, last week Johnny Depp was in Melbourne & he went on Hey Hey It's Saturday and...well....S managed to get 3 tickets for Hey Hey though CONNECTIONS :). 1 for G, 1 for C and one for moi, well, G was sic so Butler Woman came & we saw Hey Hey, then when we came out, we found out JD was still there, so...along with about 40 other girls we waited for him & he came out and was signing autographs & stuff, but he went back in before I could get his autograph, well, C had to go at 4.30, but Butler and I along with about 4 year 10 St.C girls, who were reely nice :), till 6, oh and about 7 other dicky bogans came back, and Daryl Sommers went and got JD for us and & got his autograph and spoke to him & (shock, horror, gasp) shook his hand.
He was reely sweet. I heart JD 4 Eva.
Of course beside the above diary entry are about seven magazine pictures of Johnny Depp, including one from TV Week which shows him signing autographs after Hey Hey with a sea of teenage faces mushed up against the wire fence (and I have proudly drawn an arrow at one of the blurry mushed faces and written 'that's me'). Oh the sweet memories.
Were you a diary keeper ? Do you ever still pull out the old journals and have a laugh at your crazy teenage antics ? I am sure that having these snippets of myself as a teenager will help me when I am trying to rationalise the behaviour of my own children when they hit those formidable years....well....one has to cling to something...