Stupid Things I Wrote

Again, I'm an idiot. This is yesterday's.

Embarrassment lies ahead.

I was cleaning my room today, which basically entails me shoving a bunch of stuff onto my floor and spending hours reading over it. I was cleaning out the side of my desk, and I found my old journal from the second grade. I thought that thing was lost. (Now that I've read it, I wish that thing was lost.)

My second grade teacher made us write a bit in a journal every single day before we started class. I fancied myself a bit of a writer back then, so I wrote long, detailed stories in my journal that would often continue over days and days.

Most of my stories were about witches who went as themselves for Halloween (I wrote about Halloween all the bloody time) and got a whole load of candy and had cats named Spiderweb and Brownie. They were always named something like that. Or I would write about me, in some Junie B. Jones-induced fantasy where I had two best friends named Lacy (like Lucille, Junie B. Jones's friend) and Gracella (Junie B. Jones's best friend) and we had horses named Brownie and Blackie and Yellowy, just like Junie B. and Grace and Lucille had in the books. And K, my little brother, often featured as some Ollie-type-irritating-baby-in-the background.

And multiple other shaming anecdotes such as those.

So I went to the deepest pits of hell and hid my badly-written (but lovable?) second-grade notebook somewhere where no one but Kronos could find it, and turned to my desk again.

But, my friend, the pain did not end there. No, I chose to inadvertently prolong my chagrin.

I opened an old red notebook of mine to a page that was...seemingly random.

But it wasn't.

It wasn't at all.

It was actually a page of my undoing.

That page.

That page had the beginning of some weird story where I was friends with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter and they were sending me Honeydukes chocolate in the mail and inviting me to the Quidditch World Cup, because we were fourth-years and best friends.

So basically, when I was eight, I wrote bad AU fanfiction, inserting my childish self into the story.

I stopped cleaning my desk after that.

Quote for Thursday, April 28, 2011:

And so shines a good deed...in a weary world.

-Craig Benzine

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ewjld3_EIrU&feature=related)

Muse for Today:

Only during BEDA would I tell that to the Internet.