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	<title>Comments on: In which I cringe at the thought of my high school journals</title>
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		<title>By: La Turista</title>
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		<dc:creator>La Turista</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 18:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You have to check out the &quot;Mortified&quot; series of books, chock full of people&#039;s childhood journal entries and love notes. They even do live performances around the country, where brave souls get up and read their &quot;works.&quot; It is so hilarious and, truly, mortifying at the same time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have to check out the &#8220;Mortified&#8221; series of books, chock full of people&#8217;s childhood journal entries and love notes. They even do live performances around the country, where brave souls get up and read their &#8220;works.&#8221; It is so hilarious and, truly, mortifying at the same time.</p>
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		<title>By: Della</title>
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		<dc:creator>Della</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 22:51:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for the good wishes!  It&#039;s going well so far...we&#039;re only on Day Two of course, but I&#039;m staying positive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for the good wishes!  It&#8217;s going well so far&#8230;we&#8217;re only on Day Two of course, but I&#8217;m staying positive.</p>
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		<title>By: Jackie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jackie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 18:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read my old journals a few years ago, when I found them at my parent&#039;s house in a box marked, &quot;Jackie&#039;s Treasures.&quot; It was painful to read about those crushes, those boys whom I would never speak to. Instead of their names, though, I developed complex symbols for each boy I was &quot;following.&quot; Think Prince when he was known by that funky symbol. Inside each of my symbols would be the letters of his name, or his initials, or his locker number. I was so paranoid that my sister or -gasp!- one of the boys would find the journals (which I carried with me at all times) that I couldn&#039;t even write their names. Funny how I can still remember their names, and what the symbols meant.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read my old journals a few years ago, when I found them at my parent&#8217;s house in a box marked, &#8220;Jackie&#8217;s Treasures.&#8221; It was painful to read about those crushes, those boys whom I would never speak to. Instead of their names, though, I developed complex symbols for each boy I was &#8220;following.&#8221; Think Prince when he was known by that funky symbol. Inside each of my symbols would be the letters of his name, or his initials, or his locker number. I was so paranoid that my sister or -gasp!- one of the boys would find the journals (which I carried with me at all times) that I couldn&#8217;t even write their names. Funny how I can still remember their names, and what the symbols meant.</p>
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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 17:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It seems kind of ironic given that I now blog, but I never really kept a journal as a kid.  I tried, but I didn&#039;t write very much, but I do recall bitching in them about people I didn&#039;t like.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It seems kind of ironic given that I now blog, but I never really kept a journal as a kid.  I tried, but I didn&#8217;t write very much, but I do recall bitching in them about people I didn&#8217;t like.</p>
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		<title>By: HollowSquirrel</title>
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		<dc:creator>HollowSquirrel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 17:02:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t have a journal and that&#039;s a very good thing because I was boycrazy and LOVED (deeply and forever) a new boy each week. I stalked a couple, but I didn&#039;t write about it. I just talked my friends to death about them.

I do, in terms of detailed embarrassment, have a collection of notes written between friends and me from high school and letters from college, sitting in a Rubbermaid bin in the guestroom closet. I&#039;m just gathering the strength to read through them...perhaps when we have the neighborhood bonfire, which I can then stoke with the sordid tales.

Also? I totally know what I&#039;m getting you next year for your bday.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t have a journal and that&#8217;s a very good thing because I was boycrazy and LOVED (deeply and forever) a new boy each week. I stalked a couple, but I didn&#8217;t write about it. I just talked my friends to death about them.</p>
<p>I do, in terms of detailed embarrassment, have a collection of notes written between friends and me from high school and letters from college, sitting in a Rubbermaid bin in the guestroom closet. I&#8217;m just gathering the strength to read through them&#8230;perhaps when we have the neighborhood bonfire, which I can then stoke with the sordid tales.</p>
<p>Also? I totally know what I&#8217;m getting you next year for your bday.</p>
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