10 year old Kristina

I found my diary from elementary school and I have been reading it out to Alex because I find 10 year old Kristina very amusing. I don't think he cares much, so I going to put some highlites in here instead of continuing to read them out to him.


May 22nd, 1998
"My best friend is Amanda. She is kind of a teacher's pet and her singing is fake and she thinks she's popular and always gets her way, but she is still my best friend."

May 23rd, 1998
"Me and Amanda are not BEST friends anymore. Just regular friends. Anyway I am going camping this weekend."

June 28th, 1998
"I am camping again. Yesterday was my half birthday. We went clam digging and I found a hermit crab. My Dad put the hermit crab in with Nick's starfish and the starfish took the crab's shell so he is going around the bucket naked."

June 28th, 1998
"My Dad and I found an amphitheater here. I sang STOP by the Spice Girls and he recited the Gettysburg address for me. Oh and I walked my brother to the bathroom and he wanted me to wipe his butt!! I left him there and got my mom to do it."

Jan 7th, 1999
"I left school early yesterday. Yea! I went to the eye doctor. Boo! They had to put stupid 2 eye drops in each eye. Ew, I hate eye drops. She missed one time. The drop went in my mouth, making my mouth numb. Yeeh!!"

July 5th, 1999
"My dream boy would be: At least 5'1" (I'm 5'2") I want to be able to look him in the eye! I want him to have blond wavy hair. Short, but long. It would be nice if he could have blue eyes. I also hope he wont be too shy, I hope he's a great dancer, and most of all - a great KISSER."
(note: I told Alex the 5'1" criteria needs to be updated as I have grown 8 inches since I wrote this entry, also that 11 year old Kristina will be judging his dancing.)

And the last entry in this little diary (complete with one of those built in locks^^):

July 7th, 2000
"Gosh. I don't know what to write. It would take me HOURS to write everything everything about me. I am soooooooo different. All new friends, looks, even handwriting kind of. So, I guess I'll just leave it at that. Bye."


...and then there are about 200 blank pages. I was such a snarky child.