Scene of the Moment: Bridget Jones’ Diary - my favorite scene where Mark Darcy declares his feelings for Bridget

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always kept some sort of diary or journal where I wrote down my thoughts and events of the day. When I was eight years old, I won a little Lisa Frank (I think it was Lisa Frank) hard cover diary with the little lock and key at my school’s raffle contest. It was purple and had a picture of a little kitten on the front. I remember feeling so empowered, holding my very own diary that could be locked and kept private from the rest of the world. I started writing in it that very day, and I believe the first thing I wrote in it was, “I’m a chunky brownie compared to my skinny stick friends.” What a way to start my diary, eh? I filled up that little diary within a month and then stashed it away in a hidden drawer in my room.

When I was in highschool, I stumbled upon my neglected purple diary and attempted to open it for old time’s sake, but I didn’t have the key. The diary was locked. I had to pry it open with all my might and just ended up ripping the front hard cover, but re-reading my thoughts as a child really made me laugh and miss my younger days. I would love to go back home and find the journals I kept during highschool and re-read them. The content mainly consists of my highschool crushes, me hating my life as a teenager, feeling the pressure of college, and the drama I used to have with my friends….such trivial matters, huh?

I’m thinking about keeping a written journal again, old fashioned style. Even though I have “private” entries on my blog, anything I post to the internet is never really private. I just have to motivate myself to handwrite my entries. Seeing how I can type 115 words per minute, I might find hand writing my entries tedious. Also, I lose interest and my train of thought after a short period of time, which is why I like to type. I can get all my thoughts down quickly without them fading away.

But in all honesty, I have some thoughts that I would never type up or post online, no matter how privatized my settings are…haha, those are the type of things I need to write down and lock away in a safe. The things I wrote in my journals throughout highschool are pretty offensive. My language, the content, the insults…haha, YOU HAVE NO IDEA how mean I can be. But that’s what diaries are for, aren’t they? I need to have a way to channel my anger and frustrations. Writing has always been my mode of venting. Perhaps I’ll stop by the bookstore and pick myself up a brand new leather journal so I can have that to hide my deepest secrets…