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Yay for two posts in one night!

So James has talked to me everyday during lunch and breaks this last week. He’s actually pretty great! I will admit I was a tad creeped out on Monday at his seemingly random gesture, but now I get him more as a person so I feel less weird about it.


I’m trying not to allow myself to get a crush on him. Otherwise I’ll just be crushed at the end of the summer (get it...crush[ed])??? Haha I’m so funny sometimes! (Wow, I hope no one ever reads this). He goes to Scranton High and I go to Valley View so it just doesn’t make any sense. I would never get to see him anyway. He plays basketball, is VP of National Honor Society and takes all the really hard classes. This includes business classes  which, who does that in high school? I mean, I take art classes, so I guess it’s similar for how we each see our career paths going. Anyway, he jokes a lot and he’s always playing pranks on one of his coworkers. It’s pretty funny. They’re harmless jokes anyway. Anything to get through the day I suppose!


It’s been pretty nice to be around him. He’s a lot more outgoing than I am so that’s really been helping me meet other people at work. It’s nice to talk to other people my age and have them actually care what I’m saying. When I’m at school, I have my art friends who only care what I have to say if it’s in regard to a new piece we might be working on or I have Isabel. It would be nice to grow my friend circle a bit more. Oh goodness, now I sound like mom when she checks in with me to see if I’ve made any new friends lately. She just can’t seem to understand I’m a quiet person and people just aren’t attracted to quieter people.


I like to think that James would be attracted to me. I guess it’s more like a boy would be attracted to me, but I think he’s really cute and he pays a lot of attention to me and…



Oh no, have I officially become one of those girls who cares what a boy thinks about? This cannot be what my diary looks like. When I’m 50, am I really going to want to read all about a boy that I’ll never remember? Probably not. Okay, so subject change. I finished the Jackson Pollock book. So, yeah it’s now onto Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde which just sounds odd. I mean, double personality? Come on now. If I put it off much longer I’ll be mad at myself in 6 weeks when school starts back up again. 


Ugh, well….oh, I forgot to mention, I heard from city hall about my “blast from the past” art entry. Turns out I’m disqualified because I work for city hall. I’m really bummed out about that. I was excited to showcase some work. My boss, Mandy, said that I probably would have won had I not been employed here. So that totally bites. At least the rest of the job is okay. My sketch for the mural is coming along pretty well. I’m almost finished with it and I’m definitely ready to start painting in the next couple of weeks! James saw my sketch and his jaw LITERALLY dropped. I remember blushing pretty hard at the look of shock on his face. He called me “Beesly” when he finally said something which definitely made me blush harder. We’ve known each other, what, a week and he already has a nickname for me? The last time someone gave me a nickname was my 3rd grade teacher when she came up with fun nicknames for the entire class. I guess if you  consider “Pam” a nickname then people always call me by a nickname, but I don’t count it!


Wait, I said I wasn’t going to talk (well, I guess write) about James anymore. I need to have substance in this diary! 


Anyway, I have to get going, it’s almost time for dinner and mom needs help setting the dinner table. Ugh, can’t wait to move out and not have to deal with stupid chores ever again!

Chapter End Notes:

I will admit, these type of journals are not far off from what mine looked like at 16. The corny jokes, written hopes that no one would ever read them, complaints about summer reading, and being seemingly boy crazy are all nods to my own journals in high school. So yes, my 50 year old self will probably roll their eyes one day as I currently do when reading through them now.

As always, thanks for reading this fun Pam diary! :) 


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