Saturday, September 17, 2011

I Like Him Better Than Luke Perry - February 4, 1992

Day: Tues. Feb. 4  Date: 1992


Today (scribble) wasn't there. I think I realy like him. I hope he likes me. This is the first time I have ever felt like this twoords a boy. I think I have a crush on him. I really really like him! He's cute nice and I think is cool. I even think I'm beginning to like him better then Luke Perry! (I can't believe it!)


Audra S
age 10 5th grade

Luke Perry was devastated.

He's so dreamy










Cute, nice and cool. Haha. Over time, my criteria for boys changed to cute, nice and smart. I'm pleased with the results.

The handwriting on this page is sloppier than usual. Probably because I could barely contain the excitement when I admitted to the Snoopy diary that I was experiencing "feelings" towards a boy. Notice I wasn't totally sure if this should be classified as a crush yet, but I was certain that scribble was eclipsing Luke Perry in the who-does-Audra-like-better category. (Can you believe it?!)

Friday, September 16, 2011

He Noticed That I Got My Hair Cut - February 3, 1992

Day: Mon. Feb 3, 1992  Date: _____


(Indiscernible scribble) noticed that I got my hair cut today. I also found out Mr. Principal can be a real pain in the butt. I think he's stupid. I really want (indiscernible scribble) to like me alot. 


Audra S
5th grade



Indiscernible scribble sure knows how to make a gal feel special. I imagine the exchange went something like this:

Audra: Hey, indiscernible scribble. Did you notice I got my hair cut?
Indiscernible scribble: Huh? Yeah... (turns to someone less strange and starts talking about boy stuff)
Audra: (internal monologue) I can't wait to write about this in my diary!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

At School There Is This Boy That I Really Like - February 2, 1992

Do I look different in this picture?

February 2, 1992.
This is the day I started writing obsessively about a "boy that I really like."

According to the Snoopy diary:

Day: Feb 2, 1992 Date: Sunday
9:10 pm - 9:11 pm (this was written after the fact, no doubt to let historians know what time was bedtime) 

At school there is this boy that I really like. His name is (indiscernible scribble). Knowbody will ever know who his name is. Today I washed the car by myself.

Audra S
age 10
5th grade


What an amazing day. First crush AND first solo car wash?! Life is good. Unfortunately, I didn't feel comfortable letting anyone--even my diary--in on the details of the crush. All that Harriet the Spy stuff must have made me paranoid. Trust Knowbody!

p.s. My brother is smiling weird in that photo. He doesn't normally look like the Joker.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

My Class Is A Bunch Of Mother F*cking A**holes! - January 15, 1992

The third and final entry in the Harriet the Spy copycat notebook. Watch out. I get a little riled up at the end.

Jan. 15th 1992


I feel sorry for Clark my bus driver. He has to drive us home everyday. I hate Charles he's a bastard! My mom is going to get a Nintendo right? Well she's going to put it in Charles's room. So when she sends him up to his room, he can play that. Today at school we were playing silent dinamite. My class is a bunch of mother fucking assholes! (With an exception of some people that is) ____ is for sure not one of them that I said is an exception! ____, ____, ____, ____ are all the biggest assholes I've ever seen in my life.

Holy crap. Somebody needs to wash my mouth out with soap. (For the record, my mom never did that. Thank god. With my cussing abilities, I no doubt would have overdosed on soap one night. Then my mom would be thrown in jail where she would go crazy from all the guilt associated with murdering her daughter whilst trying to teach her a lesson. Who would take care of Charles?!)

I like this entry. A lot. It's raw. The full blown rant at the end about the kids in my class is, I'll admit, a little over the top. As if I'd seen sooo many assholes in my 10 years of existence. There, there, little Audra. You will encounter much bigger assholes than those four kids could ever dream of being. Deal with it.

This was the #1 song on January 15, 1992. Who didn't love the video?



It was #1 for seven weeks but would be knocked out of that spot on January 19th by Color Me Badd's "All 4 Love." Of course, my favorite CMB song was "I Wanna Sex You Up."

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Blank Is A Boy Who Farts To Much - January 14, 1992

This is the second installment of the Harriet the Spy-influenced journal entries. It's a two-page entry and on the first page I simply list everyone in my 5th grade class and say something about them. I blanked out the names even though only a handful of people in the world will read this. One can never be too cautious when trying to avoid an ass kicking.

Jan. 14, 1992


Today I noticed that ____ laughs alot.
____ is the most ugliest creature on earth!
____'s head looks like an egg!
____ is a pig!
____ is a lying snob!
____ is a grodey person!
____ is a tattletale
____ is a baby and talks like a geek!
I am perfect in everyway! (Audra)
____ is a poor sport!
____ is a moehog
____ is a not so smart person!
____ is a monkey! but I think he's cute
____ is a nerveracking child! and a cheater!
____ is a little fat!
____ is a pretty nice boy!
____ is sort of stupid!
____ is a boy with problems!
____ is a boy who farts to much!
____ is quiet!
____ is funny in a way

Wow. Didn't I say yesterday that I had a lot of friends in my class? Liar! I count five statements that are neutral or positive and one of those is about myself. I had bad things to say about 75% of my class.  Some friend.

I like how in teeny tiny letters I wrote "but I think he's cute" next to "Blank is a monkey." Why didn't I just write "Blank is cute!"? Hmm...

Maybe I wasn't writing down my personal opinions. Maybe a higher power used me as a vessel to document these disturbing truths about a group of 5th graders in Independence, MO in 1992. This higher power wanted us to remember that Blank is a grody person, Blank has problems, and that Blank farts too much. We shall never forget!

I don't remember ever using the word "moehog," but it must be an insult. An insult FROM THE FUTURE... What the heck are Neopets?!



The second page continues with less insulting observations, in paragraph form.

____ is a brat at times. ____ is a baby and spits when he talks. ____ is fine as far as I know. Mrs. Teacher talks with a funny sound sometimes. Mrs. Teacher laughs funny. Mr. Principal can't draw diagrams very good. Charles is a very big baby. He won't even take his shower first! Charles did though. I'm wearing my clothes for tomorrow. It's my 90210 shirt with another shirt under it jeans and socks. Going back to Charles, he is glued to the tv all day almost. He's turning into a couch potato! Now lets talk about Mrs. Teacher. She's pretty smart and stuff like that. I think Mrs. ____ the secretary is a bitch! Charles tears his nails off and lies about it. Today we got a computer in our class room. I want a computer in my own room. I like Mrs. Teachers car. We have chamileons in our class room. The sixth grade has rats and a maze for it to go through. I can't wait till 6th grade. Today we had the grosest food on earth. The cafeteria never has good food like I said before. My mom is weird in some ways.

Tip to principals: make sure you can draw diagrams real good. Otherwise, kids won't respect you.
Tip to school secretaries: don't be bitches. That's good advice for anyone.
Tip to kids who spit when they talk: don't do that. It's gross.

Good lord. I wore TWO shirts to bed?! Was I really too lazy to put the outer 90210 shirt on in the morning? Let's be charitable and say it was extremely cold that night. Anyway, those jeans better have been tight rolled.

Monday, September 12, 2011

I've Noticed My Mom Talks Alot - January 13, 1992

So yesterday I made a big deal about 10-year-old Audra taking time off from journaling. That is a lie! Sort of. I forgot that before I found the Snoopy diary I found four pieces of paper that were torn out of a spiral notebook with all sorts of "observations." These pages are dated January 13-15, 1992--during the Snoopy diary gap period.

I must have recently read Harriet the Spy in school and was attempting to emulate Harriet and her spy notebook.

Influential book


I remember it was one of those instances where the teacher let you choose any book you wanted to do a big report on. Our library had three copies of Harriet. I grabbed one off the shelf and started looking at it. Shortly after, two girls came over and picked up the other copies. I don't remember if they said it or if I just assumed it, but they wanted to read the same book so they could copy the assignment from me. I remember thinking our teacher wasn't that dumb. Sure. Maybe two identical reports could go unnoticed. But three? No way! Luckily our teacher encouraged them to find something else. Ethical dilemma averted.

Anyway, like Harriet, little Audra used a notebook to write down some pretty nasty things about the people in her life. Unlike Harriet, nobody but Audra ever read these observations. Well, until now...


Jan 13 1992

My Name is Audra S this is my notebook. I've noticed my mom talks alot. Charles is my brother. he is very easy to get mad at. He bugs me everyday. My mom doesn't do anything about it. Tonight we went to Ponderosa for dinner. "Now lets talk" is one phrase I would like to hear from my mom. She babys Charles. She does puzzles with him plays games with him, and does alot more things. She seems to never have time for me though. When I ask her to play a game with me or do a puzzle or even just talk, she always "no" in a very mean way. Sometimes I want a sister or a different brother. I even think I would like a whole new family!
It's weird. I think that if I wear my clothes to bed, I feel better in the morning. Going back to my brother. He can get on your nerves alot. (I'll get back to that!) My school has horribal lunches except the pizza and nachos. Today I felt sick. I don't know why, but I did. In my class I have alot of friends. I never want to have a best friend though because if I did, my other friends will get mad if I spend more time with someone else. That's my opinion. Tomorrow I will try to observe the kids at my bus stop. I have to keep this book to myself. Looking back to my bus stop there is me Audra, ____, ____, ____, ____, ____ (I think that's how you spell it) ____, ____, ____, ____ and ____.  My bus is 309. My school is Thomas Hart Benton. I will try to write in this notebook every day!

Audra S age 10

A good intro to the spying that is sure to come. Lots of misspellings, sibling rivalry, pining for more attention from my single parent/working mother, wanting a whole new family, "horribal" lunches, and a ton of kids to judge at the bus stop. On this first page, in the upper left corner, I printed "origanol" and underlined it three times. I must have been worried about forgeries. And in the upper right corner I wrote my full name and drew a wavy line under my last name to highlight its awesomeness.

That bit about not wanting a best friend was crap. Judging from this journal entry, nobody would be my best friend because I wore my clothes to bed and was walking around feeling vaguely sick half the time. Kids invited me to sleepovers and parties and stuff, but I was too obsessed with trying to get my mom to play with me and ignore my brother that I couldn't afford to spend time with my peers.

This explains so much.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

I Took A Few Weeks Off From Journaling

Christmas, New Year's Eve and MLK Day came and went undocumented in the Snoopy diary. What a pity. I'm sure I needed the break, though. Journaling is hard work.

Fortunately, I was able to find a couple of photos from this lost period.
Christmas 1991. I got a book!

MLK Day 1992.



































As much as I'd like to say that my family got together to celebrate the civil rights movement and Dr. King's life and legacy, I have a suspicion that we were all gathered at my aunt's house to just celebrate all the January birthdays.

BUT...I did learn a really catchy MLK song when I was in first grade. Maybe we sang it on January 20, 1992. According to this website, it's called "Dr. King Was a Leader" and goes like this:
Dr. King, Dr. King, Dr. King was a civil rights leader
Dr. King Dr. King he had a dream
(children take each others hands and sway back and forth)

He wanted everybody to love one another
He wanted everybody to love one another
He wanted everybody to love one another that was his dream (clapping hands)
Dr. King, Dr. King Dr. King was a civil rights leader
Dr. King Dr. King he had a dream!
I still sing this song. While clapping and swaying. Ask my husband.