I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……

14 April

Dear Diary,

I have been trying to talk to Dee all week but she is always with Adam.  The only time I can talk to her alone is to follow her into the toilet and like, there are other girls in there smoking, and it’s not really private.  So, I just say, “hey” and she says “hey” and that’s it! We used to talk heaps!  She doesn’t even sit next to me in any classes anymore.  I can’t stand it.  I don’t care that she is going out with Adam, I want my friend back.

Actually, I do care.  I hate myself for ever liking Adam.

I hate Dee.  No, I don’t, I hate Adam.  I hate them both.

I still like Adam.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……

10 April

Dear Diary,

Today I worked at my Mum’s friend’s shop.  It’s a clothes shop that sells pretty daggy clothes to women who wear gut-buster undies under their tracksuit pants. Sometimes Gwen calls me in if she can’t work and so I go up and hang out with Louise who has a part-time job up there.  Louise says it’s pretty boring, but easy money so she sticks with it.

Anyway, it was super boring there today because hardly any old ladies go clothes shopping on a public holiday, so me and Louise just stood there looking out at all the shops we could have been shopping in instead. I started mucking around and pulling out all the ugliest clothes I could find. Then I put a big floral mumu over my clothes and started walking around the shop pretending to be a customer. Louise told me to take it off in case someone came in, but I said there was no way that was going to happen.

I went into the change rooms and put on a pair of lovely beige court shoes that Gwen keeps in the change rooms.  Then I walked out and picked up a matching handbag and walked up behind Louise and in an old lady voice asked her if she had any corsets.  We fell about laughing so hard that I thought I was going to wet my pants!

I walked around the shop yelling out that I was going to find another hideous dress to try on, when I came face to face with a customer wearing the exact same dress!  I reckon I might have got away with it if Gwen hadn’t come into the shop right then.  After she gave the lady a gift voucher, she told me that after I put everything back I could finish for the day.

Mum said she wasn’t impressed, but I heard her and Dad laughing about it in the kitchen after dinner.  I said sorry to Gwen, but I don’t think she’ll call me again.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year, I’m trying out a theme.  Follow angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School…..

6 April

Dear Diary,

 After feeling shit all week, I figured that I needed to talk to Dee.  I didn’t see her in the morning or during break and I started to wonder if she was avoiding me.  French was the next lesson and we always sit together but when I got into class, she was already sitting next to someone else!  I didn’t know what to do.  I mean, we always, always sit together.  So then the teacher comes in and tells me to “Stop standing there with your mouth open and find a seat”.

I was pretty embarrassed so sat down in the nearest seat next to Zain.  I’ve known Z all my life, but Dee doesn’t like him so I don’t really talk to him that much anymore.  Anyway we had to translate boring phrases and I wasn’t really interested at all.  I looked at the sheet that the teacher gave us and just looked at Zion and he started translating for both of us. I was playing with my pencil and looking at Dee when Zain said “Down in the dumps”. I looked up and he was starting at me.   “What’s the translation?”

And he said:  “Having a cockroach.”

Ha ha, yeah right.  I said.  Zion said it’s true.  A literal translation or something.

So I said in a posh voice, “Oh my goodness, I’m having a cockroach!”

Then Z said that “oh my goodness” literally translates to “Oh the cow”.  So then we were saying “Oh the cow, I’m having a cockroach” and laughing our heads off. Then we’d take turns at saying other words and i don’t know if Z was making it up or not but it was just so funny.  Then he said, “I need to fart” in French.  I’m like, what?  So he translated it for me and while I was laughing at that, he said in English:  “Can you smell it?”  I’m like, what?  Then, I could smell it and it was the most disgusting smell ever.  But instead of puking, I just shouted:  “Oh the cow” and we cracked up again.

The teacher told us to shut up, but it was the end of class so it didn’t matter.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..

6 April

Dear Diary,

The last couple of days have been pretty shit.  I really thought Adam liked me.  I cannot stop thinking about it.  He must have been laughing at me the whole time. Thank God I didn’t say anything stupid to him or even tell Dee.  I can’t even look at him properly and it’s not like I can avoid him because he has been sitting with us at lunch and today Dee was all over him like a rash.   I think she’s doing it on purpose because I haven’t really spoken to her.  Adam kept looking at me and laughing, so I’m sure he knows I like him.  God.  It keeps coming back to me at the dumbest times.  I was in maths and suddenly I got a flash of me smiling up at Adam at my locker.  I got hot all over, my face went red and I got that feeling in my chest, you know the one that spreads out and then drops hard  in your stomach when you’re really embarrassed by something?  It was so horrible that I actually groaned out loud.  My friend Sam asked if I felt okay, and when I nodded I got tears in my eyes so I was embarrassed all over again.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..

3 April

Dear Diary,

I just had the worst day ever.

I was really looking forward to school today because I was desperate to talk to Dee about Adam.  Turns out Dee was desperate to talk to me too.

She said she was sorry she didn’t call me back on Sunday but she was out all day with a boy!

A boy?  Wow.  I wasn’t expecting that.  I was pretty excited for Dee though.

Dee said:  “You will never guess who.” So I said:  “Who? Who?”

Dee said that she was coming out of her ballet class and this guy was there waiting for her!  I’m like, that’s pretty cool, like something out of a movie or something.  Dee said she asked him how he knew she was there, and he said that a little birdie had told him. I was thinking, really, a little birdie?  Who says that?  Who was the birdie?  Then Dee said they went to Maccas for lunch and then, this bit was pretty cool, she said, he had been playing music on his headphones and it was The Trees!

Then it’s like everything stopped Diary, and there’s a big fat NO in my head, but Dee keeps talking and she says:  “Then Adam said his favourite song was coming up, and Angie guess what it is.  Guess what it is?”

So I said:  “When the Leaves Fall”.

Dee was all like, “How did you know?”

I said, it was just a lucky guess, I guess.

I didn’t hear the rest of what Dee was saying.  I was pretending to be interested and be happy for her but really I was trying not to cry the whole time.  I was the one who liked Adam.  She had only ever said, yeah, he was alright.  I was the one who knew what colour his eyes were, and what home room he was in, and what sport he did.  And now she was interested in him.

I don’t understand how she can do this to me.  I thought she was my best friend.  I’m just devastated.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..

2 April

Dear Diary,

I think I’m in trouble.  I have a super huge crush on Adam and it’s driving me crazy.  I haven’t even spoken to Dee about it!  Turns out, she really was sick on Thursday afternoon and didn’t come to class and then she was sick on Friday too.  I wanted to tell her about Adam but I couldn’t so that was killing me.  Then I was kind of hoping to see Adam on Friday, but he didn’t come up to my locker, even though I went up there after each class, so I was a bit bummed out by that as well.

On Saturday I took Natasha to soccer and I was excited thinking that Adam was going to turn up!  I wore my new skirt, and even had a shower and washed my hair that morning.  I looked really pretty, well, I looked alright.  Mum raised her eyebrows when she saw me, and Dad said, “What’s the occasion?”, but I ignored them.  Anyway, I sat on the stands at soccer, where it was a bit cold to tell you the truth, and waited for Adam, but he didn’t show up.  I tried to be cool about it, but at half time, when Tash asked why I wasn’t watching her, I knew I wasn’t doing a very good job.

I sat there for the next half wondering what had happened.  I was, like having this argument in my head:

Did he really like me?

Well, he wouldn’t have come up to my locker two days in a row if he wasn’t interested.  

But why didn’t he come and see me at soccer?

Maybe, he got caught up.  Maybe he had to take care of his paraplegic mother or something.  Maybe he had to get a haircut.  

No!  Not a hair cut!  Was I embarrassing at school?

Well I did do most of the talking on Friday, but he asked about the band and everything, so he was paying attention.  He did offer to take Dee’s book for me. 

That’s true.  He was pretty nice about that.  But then, why isn’t he here?

I tell you Diary, I was actually glad to stop at the supermarket for Mum on the way home to take my mind off things!  I was grumpy on Saturday night and went to bed early.  Then I tried to call Dee this morning to talk to her about it, but she wasn’t home, which was a bit strange, because she’s usually always home on a Sunday.  I ended up having a fight with Tash and Mum sent me to my room and told me stay there so I didn’t ruin the entire weekend for everyone.  I hope Dee’s at school tomorrow.  I have to talk about it!


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..

30 March

Dear Diary,

Adam spoke to me again! Twice in two days. God, he is such a babe. He has lovely eyes, and hair. His hair! It’s kind of shaggy and in his eyes a bit, but it’s clean, not slicked down or anything, like fluffy clean and that’s a good thing. Not like Angela Dickens’ boyfriend who had really greasy hair but liked her to play with it – yuk, and she said it was so dirty that her hands would be slick afterwards and she’d have to go wash them. Can you imagine that?  But Adam!  His hair is gorgeous.  And he has lovely blue eyes, and when he shakes his hair away from his face, you can totally see them so clearly. Great smile too, well it will be, when his braces come off.  I mean, you can totally see that when it’s just his teeth there, it’s going to be killer.

He came up to me at my locker again.  Well, it was actually my best friend Dee’s locker.  I was getting her books coz she had to go to the nurse and get a panadol for a headache, but really she was just trying to get sent home after lunch.  We both knew that she would be sent into class anyway so she was just hoping to be late and so I said I’d get her book.    Anyway I was grabbing her book, when I heard a voice say “Hi”.  I closed the door and saw Adam there.  He looked a surprised, which I thought was a bit funny, but then he said he thought my locker was the next one.

I explained what I was doing but halfway through Adam noticed the The Trees sticker on Dee’s book.  He asked if she liked that band.  I told him it was our favourite and we were going to see them in June.  Then he asked what our favourite song was, and I told him that Dee and I both really liked When Leaves Fall, although Spring is here was pretty cool too.  Then he started laughing, and I asked what was so funny, and he said that it was like me and Dee were joined at the hip or something.  I said we weren’t.  Then he said, sure.  and I said, sure.  Then he said, Well what’s Dee doing on the weekend then, that you’re not?”

So I told him that Dee has ballet at the Arts Centre and I’d be across town taking my sister to her soccer game at Millmont Park.  He asked me what time that was (oh My God, I’ve just realised he asked me the time I’ll be at soccer!), so I said around lunchtime.  You know, being a bit cool and everything.

Then the bell rang and I said, I had to go to class, and he started to walk with me!  He offered to take Dee’s book to the nurse for her,  but I said she would probably be in class already, so he said he had to go.

I walked to class in a dream!  He might come to soccer, and he wanted to do me a favour by dropping off Dee’s book.  I tell you he is a babe.


I’m doing the A-Z Challenge throughout April, and this year I’m trying out a theme.  Follow Angie as she negotiates friendships, love and being 14 in High School……..


Dear Diary,

Adam spoke to me today! Eeeeeeh!  I was so excited. He came and talked to me when I was at my locker. I was changing my books over and then suddenly there was someone beside me and it was him!  He was right there!

He said, “Hey”

So I said:  “Hey”, because I was cool about him being there.

Then he said:  “You’re Dee’s friend aren’t you?”

So I said, “Yeah”

Then he looked at me and I kind of got a bit flustered and I said, “I’m Angie.”

And he said “Yeah. I knew that” and smiled.

Wow.  My stomach flipped and I was sort of embarrassed and wondering if I just made a fool of myself and thinking what I could say while I was just staring at him and then he said, “Well, I’ll see ya around.”

So I was like, “Yeah, okay.”

And then he walked away.  I just stood there at my locker and stared at him walking down the corridor.  He must have some sixth sense or something and felt me staring because he looked back and grinned.  I got really hot then and knew I was turning red, so I pretended to look in my locker for stuff, but really I was just thinking OH MY GOD!

Seriously, I did not talk to anyone else for the whole afternoon, so that I only heard his voice in my head.

Best geography lesson ever.  I did not hear a word Miss Harris said.

A-Z Challenge

So today I’m starting the A-Z Challenge.  I did it once a couple of years ago and then let my blog slide.  I’m giving it another go, and trying out a theme this year.  Follow Angie as she negotiates being 14 in High School and all that comes with it…..

Handwriting – will it become obsolete?

I read an article that was banging on about handwriting becoming obsolete.  What a load of crap and here’s why:

I love writing. I write all my short stories by hand, and all my drafts for my blogs as well. There is still something lovely about the flow of the words coming out of my head, down into my hand and onto the paper. I get immersed in the story, I am physically writing it and watching it unfold. I can see the work I’ve already done out of the corner of my eye, the scratchings on the page, the blue and black ink mixed in together. The side-notes I’ve made when a new idea comes in or an alternative if this current paragraph doesn’t work. I can’t make those notes easily when I type it out – I’d have to make a conscious effort to create a box for comments or change the colour of the text so I could easily find the notes again. If I make a mistake or change my mind i quickly scratch it out and write over it, it doesn’t break my concentration in the way that stopping and back-back-backspacing over a wrong word does.

I can pick up any piece of paper and write down what my child has just said quicker than finding the app on my phone and typing it up. It also means my kids don’t think I’m paying more attention to the phone instead of them. I can sit down with my kids during craft and while they draw I can join in and use paper to write a letter to them telling them what funny/bad/wonderful things they did that day and I can put that letter away for when they grow up. They think I’m doing craft then too.

I have notebooks full of stories for my kids, things they have said, worn, and done along with the fiction I have written.

One day my children will find all these books and letters and notes and read them. They can sit down on the floor with these things all around them and read them straight away. They won’t have to plug anything in, look for a password or a software hacking program for my blogs, they won’t have to find technology compatible to play the discs I save the work on, they can just read my stuff straight away.

That’s why I love writing and that’s why I’ll keep doing it.

What do you think?  Do you love handwriting or receiving handwritten letters?