If you want to see an actual picture of me at this age, check the last post! I like my attempts at metaphors, drawings, and flirt-dodging in this next entry!
6-20-94
It's been a long time scince I've wroten in my journal. I've always been to tired. If that wasn't the case then I probbably didn't remember to. If that wasn't the case I probbably just didn't feel up to it. Or I probbably didn't want to. But, here I go. I am so tired! I did so many tiring things today! First, my dad, my mom, Evan, Heather, and I went hiking up to timp cave. But, we knew that Heather wouldn't be able to reach it. It is an hour long hike, you know. Second of all, I had sing and dance today. Boy, was it tiring! I had to work, work, WORK!!! When I came home, I was very tired. Third of all, I had to go UP to the park with Heather and Bones. Bones is my families dalmation. -->
(Continuing)
Sorry that that Mt. Tipanogas cave didn't make sense. Here's the rest. All of us were sweating like race horses. But, we made it half-way! Then we came back down. I got an ice cream cone and Heather got a root beer when we were back down. We were going to go camping tonight. But,
NO!!
:(
BOO HOO!
Bones drove me NUTS at the park. There was a kid there who drove me nuts too. All he did was TALK to me!
Friday, October 2, 2009
Bygone Blogging - Timp Cave
Posted by Lindsey at 9:38 AM
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5 comments:
UP to the park huh? Man, UP is always hard work! :)
Sheesh, those boys who always talk to you. Soooo annoying.
It's been a long time scince I've commented on your blog. I've always been to tired. If that wasn't the case then I probbably didn't remember to. If that wasn't the case I probbably just didn't feel up to it. Or I probbably didn't want to. But, here I go.
Loving this theme! I wish I had my old journals around, I'd jump right on the band wagon! :)
boo hoo!! hahahaha. you are so funny. how much do race horses sweat? that's such a gross image. hahah.
Ah the days when it was tiring to talk with boys. Now it's frustrating when they won't talk to you.
Bah hah. I can smell the sweat.
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