kjpepper | And so it begins (for real)

Well, I've been looking for a reason to do this. Here's one as good as any other.

Journal one was a pink diary with ballet slippers and a lock given to me as a Christmas present from my then best friend Sheela, who was also taking ballet classes with me at the time. It got water damaged during a canoe trip several years later (it, after all lasted me until ninth grade!) so some of the entries have become unintelligible (disadvantage of Pilot pens - boy, are they not indelible!) but I'll do my best with reconstructing them.

Stuck in the front and the back are notes that were passed in class between me and a couple of friends of mine (judging by what I can make out, the people writing, and their fairly X rated nature (ah, teenage hormones), they date from ninth grade). There is also a stained and somewhat mildewy pic cut from BRIDE's magazine which actually does have a date (1991) so I'll insert that in proper context.

And so the journey begins . . .