[On this other very small community I post on, which consists of my husband and five of his pals from Chicago/Michigan, we were given an assignment, which was to post all day as though you were basically writing in our diary as a 13-year-old. Here’s what I wrote. It’s all gloriously true!]

I think me and my friends must be the uncoolest kids in the school. Stacey and Rhona are both these huge tall girls who watch WWF after school and wear bras, and I think Ming, my best friend, is crazy or something. She’s always having “premonitions” and listening to Heart albums over and over and plotting to kill people. My other friend Tammy is the only black kid in the whole school, and she is kind of a spaz. Could be worse I guess, we could be friends with Justin the giant albino who has to wear yellow glasses.

This guy Steve is in my science class and is a real weirdo. He’s always staring at me and picking on me. He also says he wants to fight me after school or something, even though I am a girl and there’s no reason I would fight him. He’s so gross!

I don’t really talk to anyone else in my school, they are all so stupid. All they care about is clothes and aqua net hair spray and Duran Duran. I can’t really go get new clothes except before school starts, when my mom takes me to JC Penney’s. This year I get to wear real earrings, but no bra yet. Oh well.

My dad moved out and now he lives in this apartment near the highschool. I get to go over there on the weekend and have Mountain Dew and Spaghetti-Os. The apartment is really small. Walter from my 6th grade class lives in the same complex as my dad. He has like 8 brothers and sisters. Everyone made fun of him last year for being poor and having dirty hair.

In PE class all we do is run laps around the quarter mile track. It’s really hard and I hate it. I hate running! It feels like my lungs are on fire. The track has red clay and it gets all over my shoes. It makes it easier to run if I pretend I am a horse, though.

After school I usually come home and either read books or write stories or draw pictures. Or sometimes watch cartoons. I used to go up into the woods with my cat Buffy and run around and build forts but he got really sick and has leukemia and the vet said he won’t live to the end of summer.

My friend Rhona’s parents are deaf, so she is teaching me some sign language so I can say stuff to them, even though I think they can read lips.

Oh and every month I have to go to the orthodontist to have my braces tightened. It totally sucks. I haven’t been able to chew gum since 5th grade! I used to always have a pack of orange or watermelon hubba bubba in my bag. Now I can’t chew gum until 9th grade! At least I don’t have to wear my headgear anymore.

The end.