September 20th, 2005: Age Eleven
Apparently, today there was a very beautiful sunrise, which I then described in detail in my diary. I went to choir in the morning and was annoyed at a girl there, went through my classes, decided P.E. was okay when we were doing dance, and, apparently, hated Social Studies.
Talked to the abovementioned girl, who wanted to join my friend group, about how we didn't really want her as part of the group, and then was confused when she decided that meant she and I were no longer friends. Then one of the girls in our friend group told us about her shocking escapades with a boy a year older than us.
September 20th, 2006: Age Twelve
*No entry, now in middle school*
September 20th, 2007: Age Thirteen
The power went out in the morning, so I had to get up for school in the dark. Watched my crush a lot on the bus, mentally analyzed the possibilities for what his schedule was (again, I had issues this year), was nervous about the high schoolers who rode the bus with us.
September 20th, 2008: Age Fourteen
I didn't write this day, but the day after I said that I'd bought some new music on iTunes that I really liked. I'm in high school at this point, but this was a Saturday.
September 20th, 2009: Age Fifteen
I was sick today, sore throat, aching chest, trouble breathing, so I stayed home from church and that was that. Was frustrated about me having gained four pounds.
September 20th, 2010: Age Sixteen
Today was Superhero Day for Spirit Week, and I was sad about how few people dressed up. I was SuperKira, which is so original, yo. Was bored in seminary (church class for high schoolers every morning), bored in Trig, bored in Child Development, but then we went to make pretzels because children are in desperate need of that. Bio was a big discussion on science and morality and how humans are just animals or whatever, which provoked a lot of upset and discourse, which was the point, naturally. Helped my friend edit an essay during lunch (was grumpy about it), then had Orchestra, and enjoyed hanging out with my standpartner.
September 20th, 2011: Age Seventeen
Had a really weird dream, apparently, about being engaged to some Spanish mafia prince who I didn't even know and having no idea how any of that had happened. Except he wasn't actually Spanish, he was Peeta from The Hunger Games.
Woke up, had a decent time in seminary, then went to Debate class, where I was meant to be up on partner debates. My partner had accidentally lost the document with our rebuttal, so she decided to "conscientiously" ditch class, so I spent class pretending to pay attention to the other debates while actually editing On the Outside.
Then in Orchestra, the teacher decided we all needed to practice for All State auditions, which made me very very grumpy and upset, and then I started crying, so he decided to let us all work on our own for a while, at which point I started yelling at my standpartner, who patted my back and said "hoosh" until I calmed down. Then another guy in our section came over and my standpartner started going on about how we should both go to Homecoming, so the other guy kind of sort of asked me to go with him, and I was really confused about what was happening. and then my standpartner informed me that the other guy had "a thing" for me, and the other guy admitted it was true, and it was all very awkward because, true story, I had "a thing" for my standpartner. Draaamaaa. Spent the rest of the day trying to decide if I should go to Homecoming with the other guy and what the heck was even happening, and freaking out.
Sheesh, seriously, what was up with this day?
September 20th, 2012: Age Eighteen
Now in college at ASU, I got up and went to Psychology, which I spent surfing the web, then went to my room and read, then went to eat lunch with my friends who were not in the caf for some reason. Went to Institute (church class for college students), and one of the students was teaching for some reason. Then I had English, where I wrote an essay while mentally grumping about how stupid it was that I had to take this basic-level class when I had gotten A's in two AP Englishes in high school.
Practiced my music and had my voice lesson, which was a bit hard, and then went to dinner with some older girls from the music department, who promptly decided to teach me how to flirt because they were convinced I needed to date one of my guy friends, who I liked but didn't like like. Then they had to go to something, so I actually moved over to sit with said guy, and had a nice friend-like conversation. There was some activity for the youth church I was in, so I went, despite my reservations, and it was decent. Then I went to hang out with some of the guys from my friend group, and I ended up staying up really late with them, playing board games and walking around campus. This is still a fond memory of mine, probably one of the best from ASU.
September 20th, 2013: Age Nineteen
In the midst of a very long summer, as my BYU-I track at this point was Winter/Spring, meaning I didn't officially start at BYU-I til January, I was busy having a mental/emotional breakdown, as some of you might remember from previous posts about my eventual OCD diagnosis and such. I was now at the point where I was trying very hard to get out of the state I was in, and not doing too good at it so far.
I didn't write in my diary on this day, but a couple days later I wrote that I'd spent the day reading and writing some new blog posts (hey, look at that!) Then one of the people from the church came to get me in the midst of our "Get Kira to Start Leaving the House Again" campaign, to go to a local production of Arsenic and Old Lace. My BFF LaPriel was there, which was the only reason I agreed to go, and the play was decent but not wonderfully performed. I actually did okay with being outside the house, but then afterwards I got really, really sad again.
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