February 22, 2001: The <3 Graph
Just in case you thought I was making everything up, here’s (scanned) proof of the now-infamous “love graph.” (As indicated by the little heart I’ve drawn in the title.)
As you can see, it’s tacked on to the last entry, but I thought it warranted its own post because … yeah.
You can view the page in all its glory here.
As you can see, I’ve drawn a very scientific and incredibly accurate graph depicting how often David B. and I talked/interacted during the week. My scale goes from “kinda” to “a little” to “a lot.” And I’ve noted where the Holocaust Memorial Center field trip has gotten in the way of our love. (We were sadly split in separate groups, attending on different days.)
The bonus entry on the next page has a wonderful little frowny-face. I am apparently upset that Stefanie and Andrea (I have no idea where this girl is now, but I do remember she and her friend Whitney had upper-ear piercings in which they wore earrings in the shape of dollar signs. I thought this was awesome.) knew about my crush. I don’t know why this was a big deal, because I probably either told them or made it so obvious that they didn’t need to do a lot of detective work.
But I guess this made me super upset, because I did write “today is BAD!” under the smiley-face.
Stay awesome, self.
Posted on January 6, 2010, in The Diary Project and tagged angst, boys, graph. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
I think my favorite part is the “Today is BAD!” under the sadface. Oh mini Diane, you are about twenty different kinds of hilarious.
I WAS REALLY UPSET OR SOMETHING. I wish you had your diaries. You could do a guest post!
Oh the Holocaust, always getting in the way of young love.
I’m pretty sure the Holocaust ~did~ get in the way of a lot of young love… just not yours, Diane.
I find myself particularly disturbed by the “I could just kill them all, I swear I could!!!” comments. Whoa, young Diane … Whoa.
Yes, I was (and still am) prone to hyperbole. It’s not like my pathetic lovelorn ass could’ve beaten anyone up.
“I either want to hit him or kiss him!”
I think that pretty much sums you up Diane. Even to this day. ❤