Welcome to the life and times of 12-year-old Hermia –the weird and incredibly dramatic pre-teen who seems to attract a ridiculous amount of trouble and is as fickle as Shakespeare’s Romeo.
The only diary entries I could find are from Summer 1999 (and a then few random ones during the months afterwards) -I wasn’t a very dedicated diary-writer. I’ll be featuring them all over the next couple of weeks.
Please don’t judge me too much….
I’ve decided to start writing a diary again. I got my subjects back from St. Pauls and I got the one’s I asked for: science, home economics, french and business studies. Everyone has to do english, irish, maths, history, geography, cspe and religion, but I don’t mind, except for irish which I hate.
Tuesday 6th July 1999
I saw a film that had Valentine’s Day in it today. It reminded me of David. Wouldn’t I like to play tonsil hockey with him! Well…not really, cos I think French Kissing is gross. I’d just like to snog him. I have got to find out if he likes me. He seems to act uncomfortably around me as if he’s embarrassed about something.
Colette is driving me nuts. She’s telling Penny all sorts of things about me. She’s also telling Penny that Eoghan (ewh gross) from our old class fancies her and Penny. Yeah right. Eoghan can’t stand her. I don’t think he minds Jenny tho. She (Colette) is such an airhead, bimbo, tart and FOOL. She is my best friend but she’s so empty sometimes.
Keepin’ my temper,
Wednesday 7th July 1999
We were with the Spanish Students today. They stay with families every summer and this year we were old enough to hang out with them. There is this one guy whose name is Franchisco (Chisco for short). He’s cute. I think he’s nice, but I’m not as mad about him as Ciara, Becs and Sharon. He has a twin brother called Wan. He is way ugly. His head is long and skinny and he has puffy, squashed eyes.
All for now Diary,