Monday, November 11, 2013

#NoFilter

November 10, 2000

I recently fell into the vortex that is Reading a Pile of Old Journals. This particular set of journals represents the semester I was required to journal daily for journalism class and the following semester I kept it up, giving us almost a year's worth of 14-year-old Jori thoughts recorded for posterity.

This kind of feels like it could be a Learning to Love You More project, but it was actually spurred by a thing I found here, which is based on this increasingly popular movement. Who knew.

Basically the writings I found are general analyses of days, seemingly measured against the following criteria:

  1. Who did I see at school?
  2. Did I have to go to school?
  3. Did I a) get the house to myself after school, or b) have to share it with my brother?
  4. Did I have to interact with anyone? 

If the answer to No. 2 or No. 3b was yes, the day was evidently automatically categorized as dumb or boring, which I emphasized by repeating myself multiple times per page. Who needed Honor's English when you could articulate like that?

Obligatory photo evidence of the Jori I've been reading. Not the best representation, but I couldn't find a Beatles-shirt-wearing-braces-donning woefully dramatic photo in my own archives. 
Left: a guy of whom we were stealthily trying to take a picture. Right: ME & BFF, at the time. 


Other highlights include:

  • a seven-page summary of my thoughts and apprehensions about a New Year's Eve party I had to attend 
  • multiple mentions of and detailed accounts of how tragic it is that I'll probably never end up marrying a doctor I met (kind of a Kiefer Sutherland + Prince William fellow? At best?)
  • the MOST EXTREME RAGE and FURY FILLED WRITINGS about my brother*
  • songs I had to remember to record on cassette the next time they came on the radio because I wasn't allowed to buy the cd
  • running countdowns for various cd releases, school holidays, and Saturday Night Live

My general response 13 years later = wait, what?

I think I talked about hating school so much because of the company I was forced to keep therein? and maybe because I needed to cover my tracks for actually liking the schoolish parts of school.

*It was also kind of surprising because I forgot that my brother and I weren't really friends at all for a good 10ish years of our siblinghood.

Among the rundowns and summaries of my daily goings on, there are a few real heavy-hitters that I labeled "the real entries". Thus, I present:

JOURNAL AUGUST 22- DEC 31 2000:
A dramatic reading of those selected samples.

To create context: recently-turned 15-year-old Jori, writing a weekish or two after an appendectomy performed by THE doctor. To set the mood: Sarah McLachlan music, probably.

2 comments:

Rachelle Hamilton said...

Oh mah gah, how did I miss this blog post?! This is hilarious and I love it so much. Hahaha I especially love the part about songs you need to record from the radio because you weren't allowed to buy the cd. Also touche on the dramatic reading. Amazing. Please do something like this for my guest blog post.

Jen said...

Omg! I can't even imagine what gems my adolescent journals hold. funny!