A diary milestone

Summer began today...as it did Way Back When in high school when I started my black-and-white diaries on this date. It's hard to wrap my head around it being so long ago, and yet, it's kind of perversely comforting that I'm still doing something the exact same way I did it at fifteen. To be sure, this blog is much more my "diary" now than a notebook. The handwriting aspect picks up now and again, though...and I think now is an ideal time for another spurt. It's just too aggravating to me in general, though. Typing is so much easier. It's interesting, though, how much HASN'T been written in recent years. And let me assure you again...MUCH isn't. No matter what I write on here OR in notebook form...trust that an abundance of Gregoire isn't revealed. And it's always interesting to me how I choose to edit myself. So, thank you AGAIN, Mr. Murray, for that summer assignment to keep a diary for English class. No one else seemed to take it seriously, but I dutifully noted my dull 15-year-old life for you to page through come September. And i'm still doing it.