Don't think of me

Keeping a journal is supposed to be therapeutic, but reading about my life circa 2004-05 is just cringe-worthy and kind of hilarious.

Dear Diary, you are the BEST FRIEND EVER

In 2001, I sat down and wrote one of those letters you write to your future self and then seal and wait ten years to read. The only problem was that 12 year old Lauren was really good at misplacing things, and now I have no idea where that letter is. If I find it, I can open it next year. It's funny though, because I do remember writing it and I remember a lot of what I put into it. I know, even ten years later, crazy. I have a pretty great memory that I never really talk about. So, if you are wondering if I remember those things you said to me in the seventh grade that were not so nice, I do, and I am still sour at you.

Anyway, I remember asking my future 22 year old self if I was married yet. What the hell 12 year old Lauren? Did you realize that you would only be one year out of an undergraduate degree with YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU? I also remember asking 22 year old Lauren if she still had a crush on Joel. Yes 12 year old Lauren, 22 year old Lauren hasn't moved on. Come on! I think 12 year old Lauren was severely disillusioned and I really wish that I could find the letter to have a good laugh at her expense.

I also wrote a read-me-ten-years-later letter in my grade 12 psychology class. I really don't remember what I wrote in that one, but I can't open it until 2016 anyway, so that's just too far away to even care about. I do, however, know exactly where that letter is. Big whoop.

Whether I find the 2001 letter or not, I have documented past Lauren very well. I have journals starting from the sixth grade. They are highly embarassing and it literally makes me cringe to read them. But I also laugh, a lot. I was so preoccupied with boys at that stage, and so awkward.

Good thing I grew up into such a well-adjusted young adult. Ha.