This morning I was sorting through my sock drawer (expert procrastinator, remember?) when I found this:
I know, it doesn't look very exciting, but this is the diary I had when I was thirteen. I started off writing very neatly and then, as the year went on, my handwriting deteriorated into a scrawl and there are whole weeks where I didn't write anything at all.
What was the first entry?
Today I start my diary. I hope I can keep it going for 5 year's.
Scintillating stuff. Not to mention inappropriate use of an apostrophe.
Tried straightening my hair. Was very awkward and didn't work.
Some things never change.
Today we bought a puppy. He's a labrodor. We're calling him Elliott.
And just as my punctuation improves my spelling goes to pot.
OK, moving swiftly on.