October 27, 1991 | Tacoma | Age 13
HALLOWEEN
Dearly beloved, I am so very tired, and late it is, but I feel it is my duty to at least tell you these few important details: On today's swim test, I beat my former time by 8 secs (@1.56). And...The dreaded Algebra test was everso simple.
Life is good, Thank you my deva's
P.S. I think I shall marry Anne Rice's son Christopher.
August 12, 1991 | Tacoma | Age 13
Dear Diary,
Why must I always be so mediocre in my entries here? I remember when I thought up the most interesting things, I don't even record my dreams anymore (I had the greatest one last night about S.M., it concerned a shower, Audrey Horne, love making... [smiley face])
- I don't even doodle [double underline]!
Of course, back when I had decent things to write, imaginative things, I was less stressed, more apt to "think" a bit.
* SIGH * Don't despair, my loves, I have vowed to have fun with my next journal - I shall write when JUNIOR HIGH rolls around - to mark a new beginning but for now I must come to an end.
G'Night [star] SARAH HOOPES [star]
P.S. This coming year (sch. yr.) I will be: in advance math, english, and orchestra (J.H.); Tacoma Youth Symphony; a University of Puget Sound ensemble thing ; an Expository Writing Tutorial - By - Mail class; FIMO working; and being a teenager.
[arrow pointing to the blank page before it] Sometimes you gotta start over
August 5, 1991 | Tacoma | Age 13
Dear Diary,
Thurday (I forgot the "s" on purpose)
I AM SO HOT!!! AHRGH!!! Summer nights can be truly disturbing, but this gives me a chance to sit back, be lazy, and ponder.
My fasanation [sic] with the male species continues to develope [sic] at an astonishing rate. Am often sad not to have one to talk such over with - Simone is too young, I don't know Rebecca that well, & I don't care to consider such topics with Marie. Anne is way too young. [burst] SIGH [burst]
Buck [up?] Sarah, I do beleive [sic] the fellows may be noticing you too. [heart with beams] -S
P.S. worked on FIMO
October 23, 1990 | Tacoma | Age 12
Dear Diary,
Evolution in my strange life.
My eyelids are drooping, I am exhausted! Unfortunately, I must report that I slowly creeping a little behind in my homework turning in, and also, I haven't been getting along with my family.
But on the other hand, everyone is jealous of Rob and I ("we're the perfect couple"), oh, and everyone else is breaking up. I have been spending much more time on the phone. And I have a large group of wonderful, sweet, understanding, loving, friends.
I'm very happy!
Yours, Sarah
