rakquinnza 2008

consider it a success, even though the quinn family was a little late in arriving. polish food, white wine, bad jokes, family, chocolate, and the new tradition addition----let's call it archival research. ally dug up all of her old journals, beginning with the unforgettable tales of middle school misadventure all through all the drama of high school (does he like me? i think he likes me, but i don't know if i like him, but if he likes me i'm afraid that i'll like him so i think i'll like his friend, but what if his friend actually likes me?). there were some unbelievable quotes, a virginity promise card, old letters, poems, incriminating photos...all of which, obviously, inspired me to excavate my room to find my own journals. i managed to locate 4 (ally had about 12) and they have yet to disappoint. let's just say that my blog pails in comparison to the juicy angst of youth. for instance:

"i just wish so much that the 'perfect ending' will happen...that the cowboy and his cowgirl will ride off into the sunset...and life happily ever after....together."

...yes. i did write that. in 9th grade. another gem:

"'and even though the moment passed me by/ i still can't turn away'....this song is so perfect for the whole situation with the boy. it's like, it's over, but i can't let go."

thank you, goo goo dolls, for providing me with such articulate, thoughtful lyrics that seemed to be tailor-made to every single encounter i had with the male species.

anyways, it's officially christmas, and i'm off somewhere in 9th grade. in the words of michael scott: happy birthday, jesus. sorry your party sucked. (not very inspirational---like all of these quotes from my journals!--- but it's the first thing that came to mind) i hope that all two of you who might possibly stumble upon this blog mid-february will have had a lovely, lovely holiday. i am expecting it to be nothing less.