My Diary, Pt. 4

If you are not familiar with the “My Diary” series, click here, here and here.  And here. Just kidding. Made you hover. Basically, I take an entry from the diary I kept when I was ten years old, post it here for your viewing pleasure, and attempt to make fun of myself more than the diary already does for me. 

In honor of pre-season football starting, here is the fourth and the last entry from this particular diary
(I know, I was such an overachiever.):

Breakdown:

First of all, it’s pretty obvious that you’re forcing this whole diary-writing to happen.
The first three sentences you’re only giving the reader an unenthusiastic, striped-down summary of what literally happened.  If I could go back in time, I would like to ask myself: “Why are you even bothering?”.  What is the purpose of a diary if you don’t write down all the personal details that you would never tell anyone else or that you want to remember twelve years later?  “We had a lot of fun.”  Yeah, ten-year-old Brynn? Why are you trying to deprive me of my childhood memories?

Secondly, the Seinfeld-esque* rant on the Super Bowl didn’t even sound committed.
What is it about football that you don’t like, ten-year-old Brynn? I don’t remember the last Super Bowl game that I didn’t completely enjoy, so can I at least get some insight on why this event perplexed you? (The first part of the last sentence was an untruth). Maybe you don’t understand sports because you prefer reading and lack hand-eye/foot-eye/brain-body coordination, but if your gonna criticize, put some passion into it, okay? And no, elongating a word with extra vowels does not count.

Lastly, your transitions show a lack of expertise and unconcern for this entry’s readability.
You jumped straight from “Julia” to the “Super Bowl” to “Max’s friends” to “Ian’s caterpillars”. And then you just abruptly and informally conclude.  Yes, the average reader could infer that you brought up the SB because you were breaking down this day’s events, and that possibly Max’s friends came over because of the game.  But where does Ian’s caterpillars being “crystalight” fit in? Did mom turn them into a beverage that you enjoyed at the game? Did watching them provide you reprieve from the shenanigans you believed were occurring? Did they stir any emotions that inspired you to write this diary entry? I’m afraid the reader was left confused, detached and possibly even angry.

*Imagine me standing in front of small comedy club at the age of ten: “The Super Bowl. I mean, what’s the deal with that? It’s just football!”.  Then imagine some boo-ing. No, not ghosts.

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6 comments
  1. mom said:

    Best way to start my day is to have the honor of FINALLY reading an entry to your “secret scribbles” that you would be soooooooooooooooo intently writing, on your bed, every single day. I look back and so admire you for this, even if none of it makes sense 12 years later!!! It’s hysterical and I have laughed out loud reading this! and yes, I do believe you left out a lot of details ~ but it’s appropriate, because, like you, it left me wondering what was really going on 🙂

    love you sis,
    mom oxox

  2. Sounds like my diary entries, now, not in the past. Maybe I should get better at those transitions.

    • Brynn said:

      Do it for your future self.

  3. You shouldn’t have put the date. You make me feel old.

    Funny stuff!

    • Don’t worry, Mr. Anderson, I’ll come sit on the old folks’ porch with you. We can race our rocking chairs and yell at young whippersnappers to get off our lawn.

  4. robshep said:

    Those transitions are so girl. I tell my wife all the time that I can’t keep up with the movement of the womens brain and to please include transitions. Funny stuff.

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