Editorial post

So, at the time that all these diary entries were being written (by me), I had three diaries going on basically concurrently. One was lost when we moved, but I still have two of them. So, in the following entries, some of the times may overlap, and y'all should know that that is not a mistake. I was just a prolific little girl.

So, I haven't been on here in seven years (has it real been that long?), but the original purpose remains foremost in my mind. It seems like a wonderful idea to record all my old diaries, so that when I inevitably become a famous linguist, the world can know about my life. I guess I should do an entry per entry, even though some of them are extremely short. This will take many months, even years, to compile, but if I'm still set on this project after seven years, it seems likely that I'll be willing to undertake it after seven more. So here we go; let's start with my very first diary, started in 2002 at the very advanced age of seven years.

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Okies! First memory!

I'm about one year old, and I'm sitting in the family room on the gold carpet (really ugly carpet, actualamente!). Zac is sick, so he's lying on the orange sofa. Just then, dad comes home from work and he has a surprise. What is it? It's two guinea pigs! One is brown, and one is white. I wonder if they bite. Zac asks if we eat them. Of course not, how stupid! The brown one is pretty. We name them Flowers and Ing-Ing. (Zac had wanted to name me Ing-Ing too).

Okies, next memory.

I'm going to church, with my gray elephant. (Can't remember it's name) We meet the pastor. He sees my elephant, and notices it only has one tusk. "Maybe it didn't grow the other one yet," he suggests. "It may get it back later." I feel better and hug my elephant.

okies, next!

I'm at the beach with my mom and she's holding my hand so I don't run out into the water. She doesn't need to worry about this, as I think that the water is for big boys and girls, and, even though I want to go out, I'm scared too. We hang around at the edge of the water so it goes back and forth over our feet, and I actually think I'm going backwards when the tide goes out. Later, Mom helps me make sand castles.

(I guess I do have Fruits Basket flashback worthy memories after all!)

next!

I'm sitting by the French windows on a Sunday afternoon, playing with chess pieces. I pick up the white queen and put her inside the gauzy white curtains. "The queen began to eavsedrop," I said. I didn't know what it meant, but then Mom/Dad/Zac came over and said (speaking of eavesdropping!) and explaining what eavsdropping is.

Also, the queen was gossiping.

Very funny.

Okies, dad wnats the computer, so I g2g. I should do math anyways.

xoxoxo~♥~

first one!

I'm just an imperfect girl.

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It's nice to meet you! ♥

I'm Jasmine, as you can see, from my other blog, jasmine_milk_tea, so if you want to really get to know me, go there first. This, however, is where I'm going to write down all my life before now, so that if the house ever burns down, and I lose my journals, I can have a record anyways. So, I'm going to start with my first memories, before I even knew how to write! Next entry! Stick around!

xoxoxo~♥~