my nostrils flare in the memory
A few years ago (1999) I took a little road trip with my then boyfriend, Alfred. Alfred was much older, German, and coincidentally a baker. Thus, I was able to greet him in the morning with a hearty "Gluten Morgan". One late August day, we loaded up his bakery van with implements of torture (a mattress, curtains to hide our presence, a cooler, and a stack of reading materials) and took off headed for the birth place of Janis Joplin in Port Arthur, Texas (see this and this for some sort of explanation.). Texas- in the dead heat of summer. Did I mention that part? Naturally, once we got there and having sweated out any common sense left, noticing our proximity to New Orleans, we made the dash. I kept a journal for the whole trip.
Brousing through it, I did find this choice quote I recorded:
"You're a nutcase, and I'm your Savior."- Alfred, 08/31/99, 4:19pm
This is 5 pages in. Clearly, the trip was off to a good start. I hope I wrote some embarassing and ludicrous entry the time I was marching off down a side road after Alfred and I got into a heated argument. I must have been red in the face from either my seething fury or the heat and was approached by an Oklahoma State Trooper who asked me in a thick southern drawl if I was getting hit. Yikes. And do remind me to tell you about the time we went to Mexico for lunch. That trip was a barrel of monkeys, I tell you.
Here's one of the only photos I have from the trip.
Do you have those memorable moments recorded somewhere? Do you remember those times when you scribbled down something in a journal thinking it was poignant and worthy, almost surpasing your own current intelligence? So eloquent on print that you amazed yourself at your stellar intellectual abilities? Did you grab a beret, snap your fingers, go to a coffee shop and gaze at your belly button?
Brousing through it, I did find this choice quote I recorded:
"You're a nutcase, and I'm your Savior."- Alfred, 08/31/99, 4:19pm
This is 5 pages in. Clearly, the trip was off to a good start. I hope I wrote some embarassing and ludicrous entry the time I was marching off down a side road after Alfred and I got into a heated argument. I must have been red in the face from either my seething fury or the heat and was approached by an Oklahoma State Trooper who asked me in a thick southern drawl if I was getting hit. Yikes. And do remind me to tell you about the time we went to Mexico for lunch. That trip was a barrel of monkeys, I tell you.
Here's one of the only photos I have from the trip.
Do you have those memorable moments recorded somewhere? Do you remember those times when you scribbled down something in a journal thinking it was poignant and worthy, almost surpasing your own current intelligence? So eloquent on print that you amazed yourself at your stellar intellectual abilities? Did you grab a beret, snap your fingers, go to a coffee shop and gaze at your belly button?
No- me either.
But did you write something that now makes you wince in reflection. Does it make your stomach tighten at the thought that it could land in the wrong hands? Like your enemy in high school who might still have a mysterious power to destroy your life in one fall swoop? Good. You should submit it to this chick.
I'm looking for my cringe worthy written down musings now.
Mom- If you're reading this..open that box I keep in your basement and feel free to read the pages of the half filled journals looking for some juicy tidbits written during those painful adolescent months where I obsessed about one bad apple or another or some other equally embarassing entry and feel free to enter it on my behalf. Email it to me and I'll post it here.
Posted by the girl at 6:32 PM
3 Comments:
I do have one memory that makes me laugh and cringe going back to high school days! It may not be in a diary but I am reminded by the 4 friends who were part of my life then and still are today.
His name, not of any huge significance, was Jeff Moore. I was crushing on him the whole 4 years. For those who know me now - they laugh at the mere thought that I was terribly shy back then - I wanted to blend into the walls and walked with my eyes to the ground. You get the idea.
It was Senior Year and his locker was just a few down from mine. We also shared Biology class together. He would sometimes glance at me, say hello and smile. Me - nervous every time and probably a mumble of hello.
My friend was in the French Club and every year they would do these message grams at Valentine's - a cookie and a message.
She asked Jeff Moore if he wanted to send one and he said me. Of course I was shocked. We are talking almost a 4 year crush here.
I received to cookie and all day I had not seen him. I was working up the courage to say thank you without sounding like a complete fool. The biology class came and he came swaying in late and say next to me. The whole time I was nervous, turning red and feeling hopeless. Finally -- at the end of class I managed a very meek 'thank you'...
The story's ending? We never got together. We never really spoke after that. But I remember that I didn't manage to keep the message that came with the cookie but kept the cookie that eventually became crumbles and eventually thrown away.
Needless to say - my friends still have a good laugh about that - especially my attachment to the cookie!
Wow -- how silly do I sound?
Sorry my dear - but your journals are carefully locked away where even I cannot go.
Love M
oh my ~ i have kept a journal since i was about 8 and believe me when i say that i have whole journals that are cringe worthy ~ now its only a matter of picking one entry, yikes!!
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