Dear Diary...

So, since I have gotten back from Utah, I have been reading through all of my journals since I brought them all back with me. Oh, man, I have gotten nothing done but I have been having a riot just laughing at myself and my past memories! So, I decided, especially after chatting a bit with Heather today, that I just must share some with you all. :) So here goes...

Saturday January 26, 2002 (16 years old)

This one is dedicated to Tyson. ;) I love you Hunny.

"Glory of all glories,
So many complicating things have happened and I am the midst of complete confusion and caous....I want to marry a guy who loves me in every mood. Who cherishes every smile. Who stares at me but it is never uncomfortable. Who knows I make mistakes, but still loves me anyway. He will want a million kids and we will have fun naming them. A man who will take care of me when I'm sick, who will hold my hand. A man who will know I need him, a man who looks me in the eyes and sees beauty, and when I look in his I see stars. I just want the other half of me. I love you where ever you are. You are in my dreams and I pray I will one day become who I want to become. A girl of goodness and smiles and hugs and happiness. I will find you, when I find myself. But perhaps on my quest to find myself, I will find you and we will take the journey together! Look to the stars, my love, I am racing you there, and loving every step of the way. And from there, we will go to the moon, and then, to Heaven. I begin my journey today, I will try my very best. My words for you are this: until I meet you remember to keep your head straight and to do good things. Remember God's love, and never forget that the reason to be on Earth is to reach Him. I look forward to the day we meet, and to every day after that.
Love,
A Woman in Progress,
Camden Claire Hardy"

Friday 3/17/00 (14 years old)

"Dearest Journal,
Today makes up for every bad day I have had or will have during the rest of my life. Stan is the most darling, sweetest boy ever! School was awful and I shan't talk of awful things, so, I shall continue on to this evening. I went to Jenny & Lizzie's birthday party. You know that I seem to be at a different party every weekend. Well, that is true. Why is this one so different, Stan was there. When someone says his name I tickle from head to toe, I feel lucious grandness at the sight of his face. I can't seem to get him out of my mind. Well, I guess I should tell you why. For awhile now I have thought him cute, a gentleman, and very nice. But tonight I found out more. Unfortunatly for me, I had told Kristen's that I thought he was nice. I haven't been left alone about him since, well it got worse at the party. He walked in and said 'hi' to me. That was normal but Kristen's made fun of me. Nudging me or raising their eyebrows. I love my friends dearly, but I don't think they quite understand. I wanted just to admire him from a distance but, they wanted me to talk to him. Well, okay that's fine except for the fact that I would have no idea what to say! Besides, I think he thought me very strange anyway....(there is a lot of information on the little hi and glances from Stan, but I will just skip to the end since Tyson is waiting for me) Then we had to leave, I was thinking of the sad depression. I had to leave him, but I got to ride home with him. I was squished right next to him, which he was very polite about. I do believe he looked at me when he left. Maybe I am just crazy and making this whole thing up. But I do believe it happened. I really hope so. How I love his shining face! How deliciously grand!
Love, Cami"

Wedsday 6/16/99 (13 almost 14 years old)

"I am so mad at K.J., Chanson, Yance and Dane. They are killing little birds right now. I told them to stop but they completely ignored me. I stole K.J.'s pelets and I wouldn't give them back. KJ swore at me. I have never heard him swear before and I was furious and heart-broken at the same time. I ran up to my room screaming, my fists clenched. I haven't ever felt so betrayed and hurt. I wish all the birds would fly away so they couldn't hit them anymore. I don't really know how I will ever forgive them. I am quite mad.
-Cami-"


P.S.-Kage, this is just for you since you all love teasing me about this story. Hehe, I was laughing so hard when I read it. Just so you know, this is what I wrote the next day, "I think I was a little upset yesterday I way over reacted." :)

July 29, 1998 (13 years old)

"Dear Journal,
Today Carmel is 11 months old. We got the internet today! Its awesome! Me and Kenni got in a small quarel today. She was mad (I don't know why) And I was mad because she was mad with me. Mom got me a book today called Emma. I haven't started reading it yet, but I will soon. It is 10:35 right now. I watched sense and sensibility again today. I love that movie. Well, gotta go. I'll wbasap!
-Cami-"

September 13, 1997 (12 years old)

"Today was kind of weird. I got up and me and all the kids had to weed. I weed for what seemed like forever! It was kind of fun though. I did some of my homework, I did it up in K.J.'s treefort. Me and Kenni climbed down after awhile and ate some cerel. Then we did some more homework in our car, the big red sub. Then my mom went to the grocery store and some other places with Yance and K.J., me and Kenni had to babysit Chanson, Ammon and Carmel. We went on a walk and Chanson got trampled by Missy, our neighbors dog. When my mom came home we watched this really scary movie called Mars Attacks! Every body died but a boy called Rickie, his grandma, a boxers wife and two kids and the boxer, the presidents daghter and a girl named Hannah or something like that. It was really freaky! I had a few nightmars about it! Well, Gotta-Go!
Love, Cami"

September 18, 1995 (10 years old)

"I would like to bear my testimony I know the church is true. I know Heavenly Father lives. All the teachers I've had I know hat they are the right ones. That even when I want to do something else I know that church is right.
I just wanted to say that because I knew I had to say it for my relatives....
I did my first day of orcestra today. (I am playing the violen.) It's really neat.
I am reading Return of the Indian. It's a nice book. Maybe somday you will read it.
I am going to have a goal, to try to write in my journal every day.
End of Day."

p.s.- just a note to the reader, I am including in this all the grammar and spelling errors, just for the full effect. Not that I would know if there are spelling mistakes, I still can't spell.