More Drama: from an 11 yr old's journal entries...

Well...remember that identical journal entry I said I probably had? I found one. It's not identical, but it's pretty dang similar. Now, seeing as Father's Day is tomorrow, please know that all feelings expressed in this entry are not real/lasting. I don't want anyone to think that I still hate my dad...I probs only hated him for a night (well...probably several nights throughout my pre-teen/teenage years, but you understand). Every parent gets to hear "I hate you" their fair share, right?! Anyways, here's a peek into my 11 yr old life:

July 3, 1998
Write now I have to sit on my bed, my dad made me just cause I said I don't want to wash. Now I can't sleep in the tent with everyone else. I hate my family sometimes. I had to pick a number between 1 and 20 and we were fighting over drying dishes, I got the closest to the number and my dad made me wash - when I got the closest! He told Elsina to pick 1-2-3-4 or 5 and she picked 5 and so she didn't have to wash - He favored Elsina. I'm so mat at my dad - he acts like he doesn't like me and he likes Elsina better.

The real sad part...the entry ended with this:

That'll show him...crossed him out as if he's not my dad. Brutal. I guess that's what ya get if you like Elsina better. haha. Oh dear. How dramatic was I?!

Don't worry...there's more. When my family moved from Layton, UT to Kuna, ID, I was not happy. You can't move a dramatic 11 year old to another state right before the 6th grade. This will be the result:


And finally...one last little thing that I was CRACKING UP about the other day. There are a series of entries that I wrote while mad at my family:

Aug. 21, 1998
We're in our new house. I hate it. It craps. Why did we have to come here? Tonight I'm sleeping in the bathroom tub. Tonight me and Elsina got in a fight, now everybody is against me everybody hates me.

Aug. 22, 1998
I've locked myself in my bedroom and I'm not getting out. I hate my life. I never ended up sleeping in the tub.

(later on Aug. 22)
Dad got mad and said "alright just write in your stupid journal". Then I heard him talking to mom, he said, "well, if I didn't let her she would be balling all night". My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies. Today a tractor on the other street caught on fire. It was exciting. Well, dad just asked Elsina a mean question about me!
Bye
Maren (the hated)

My favorite parts: "it craps"...what the heck? What does that even mean? haha. "I never ended up sleeping in the tub"...this makes me laugh because I legitimately remember getting our red quilt and my pillow and setting up camp in the bathroom. I wonder what went wrong. "My dad always says he never says anything bad about me but I guess he lies"...oh dramatic little Maren, bless your heart. And finally, "today a tractor caught on fire. It was exciting"...WTHeck? So random.
So, there you have it...Abby wasn't the only one that thought she was hated and unloved. And for the record...my dad is the awesomest dad ever. Seriously. Happy Father's Day, Pa! I'm terribly sorry about the 11 year old me.