Diary Peek @ 1997 Trisha
Wow, my handwriting in 1997, sophomore year, was ridiculous. It’s neat, but it’s when I was writing half my letters as capital letters and half as lower case, and taking up the entire line. Sheesh. For your pleasure, 16 year old Trisha. 4/6/97:
Wow, WTF. The funny thing is that I totally remember this encounter, and often wonder what might have happened if 16 year old Trisha had been savvy enough to flirt with Jay. It’s just weird. At least I know that my depression worked the same 13 years ago as it does now :/. I wish I remembered why Katie was trippin’. I don’t know why she would be trippin’ about my letter jacket. Oh well. It’s also interesting that the next entry, 3 days later, looks like a totally different year since I wrote it in cursive. 4/9/97
Retrospectively it was such a waste to take driver’s ed at school since I didn’t go out & get my license immediately and didn’t get a license until 22. I’m surprised my dad even let me take the class, considering he had to have known that there wasn’t really good opportunity for him or Penni to teach me how to drive afterward. Meh. I find it funny how I make no segue into the director thing, and yes I did write “Directed as director” despite how dumb that sounds. If you haven’t seen “Greater Tuna” though, its an awesome two-man play. Tons of characters, but the whole play is performed by two men. Genius when done right! I was apparently prolific as a diarist in April 97! Another horrible memory I didn’t need a diary entry to remember.4/12/97:
Wow. For one, I don’t know why I couldn’t just get a ride to the party… and Cristal is just… this was when we were misguided enough to think she wasn’t total trash & was worth hanging out with. And what fucking 17 year old fakes a fucking orgasm in front of her mother! I mean, I don’t think kids should be sheltered but there are still limits, man. I remember, at the time I had a crush on Andrew and I was too embarrassed to really look at his junk as he ran over. Though it was apparently epic. I bet Jennie is scared for life…this is a tale she’ll tell her kids over cosmos when her kids are in their 20s lol. 8/18/97:
Ok, some translation is required here. Ad.C.I.T = Advanced Counselor-in-Training. This was the program I went through at Girl Scout camp in high school. I do remember the night ‘Puffy’ went into shock & stuff - it was rough. Interesting side note - she was the first girl I knew my age that identified as a lesbian. I was a bit confused at the time and sorta attracted to her, but retrospectively I think it was just being a teenager that was confused, as well… she was pretty adrogynous and I was probably attracted to her boyish side. Meh, youthful stuff!
Dear Diary,
Today was O.K. with a weird twist. I cleaned my room & went to Southshore today. While Katie and I were in Afterthoughts, we were both looking at purses when someone pokes me in my left upper back & said my name. I respond & look around. I finally see who it was as they were walking out the door - it was Jay Merindo! I don’t talk to him at school at all! It freaked me out ‘cause why would he say hi (which he did) to me? Then you know my hopeless romantic brain thinks maybe he likes me then my reality/depression says “What R U talking about, stupid! He’s popular (kinda) he doesn’t like you idiot!” Oh well. Let’s not dwell on it. Today was Diana’s birthday & I didn’t call. She never calls for my b.d. vice-versa is in effect! I ordered & paid 2/3 my letter jacket yesterday; Katie was trippin! Bye. Trisha Floyd
Wow, WTF. The funny thing is that I totally remember this encounter, and often wonder what might have happened if 16 year old Trisha had been savvy enough to flirt with Jay. It’s just weird. At least I know that my depression worked the same 13 years ago as it does now :/. I wish I remembered why Katie was trippin’. I don’t know why she would be trippin’ about my letter jacket. Oh well. It’s also interesting that the next entry, 3 days later, looks like a totally different year since I wrote it in cursive. 4/9/97
Dear Diary,
Today I started driver’s ed. I had to be at school by 7:00 am to take the class. I get 2 1/2 credits on my transcript if I pass. I was directed as director of one of our plays in class, “Greater Tuna”. It’s hilarious. Well, nothing much. Bye. Trisha Floyd
Retrospectively it was such a waste to take driver’s ed at school since I didn’t go out & get my license immediately and didn’t get a license until 22. I’m surprised my dad even let me take the class, considering he had to have known that there wasn’t really good opportunity for him or Penni to teach me how to drive afterward. Meh. I find it funny how I make no segue into the director thing, and yes I did write “Directed as director” despite how dumb that sounds. If you haven’t seen “Greater Tuna” though, its an awesome two-man play. Tons of characters, but the whole play is performed by two men. Genius when done right! I was apparently prolific as a diarist in April 97! Another horrible memory I didn’t need a diary entry to remember.4/12/97:
Dear Diary,
Today I went to Cristal’s party. It was hell trying to get there. The party started at 11, but I got her a card & got on BART @ 12:30. After I got off @ Fruitvale, it took another 30-40 minutes for the bus to come. After a tour of Alameda via the 50, I finally got to the party at 1:41! Whatta bitch! But the party was fun. Cristal gave Miguel a huge piece of cake & Anna pushed it in his face! Then, 5 minutes later, Miguel comes up & splats the remainder of it in Cristal’s face. Later she smashed a big pink piece in Drew’s face & it stained his nose pink! It was hilarious. Then we played ‘Truth or Dare’. Cris had to kiss Drew’s bare ass! Jennie A had to flash in her bra, Anna had to rub veggie dip on her boob, Andrew had to run over naked & Cris had to straddle him & fake an orgasm. Her mom was there! I picked Truth & told them the farthest I’ve gone was make out, even though that’s not true! Trish
Wow. For one, I don’t know why I couldn’t just get a ride to the party… and Cristal is just… this was when we were misguided enough to think she wasn’t total trash & was worth hanging out with. And what fucking 17 year old fakes a fucking orgasm in front of her mother! I mean, I don’t think kids should be sheltered but there are still limits, man. I remember, at the time I had a crush on Andrew and I was too embarrassed to really look at his junk as he ran over. Though it was apparently epic. I bet Jennie is scared for life…this is a tale she’ll tell her kids over cosmos when her kids are in their 20s lol. 8/18/97:
Dear Diary,
We came home from camp today. As we said goodbye to all our felling Ad.C.I.Ts & C.I.T.s I started crying, especially when they were about to drive Puffy to the airport for her to go home. Returning this year were Kermit, Jelly Bean, T.J., Hydra, Sandpiper, Puffy, Oz, & a new one was Jetta. My old friends. I’ve been really depressed today. On Saturday I have a job interview at Lucky’s. Oh well. I miss them already. I’m going to send Puffy some sugar free candy for her b.d. in October if it kills me. She hyperventilated the same night Flyer got her concussion. The other Ad.C.I.Ts diagnosed Puffy as being not only the hypoglycemic that she is, but diabetic. So the camp called her parents & suggested she get tested for it. I’ll miss them through the year & as soon as school starts, they’ll all get a letter! Trisha
Ok, some translation is required here. Ad.C.I.T = Advanced Counselor-in-Training. This was the program I went through at Girl Scout camp in high school. I do remember the night ‘Puffy’ went into shock & stuff - it was rough. Interesting side note - she was the first girl I knew my age that identified as a lesbian. I was a bit confused at the time and sorta attracted to her, but retrospectively I think it was just being a teenager that was confused, as well… she was pretty adrogynous and I was probably attracted to her boyish side. Meh, youthful stuff!
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