A French Diary

March 12th, 2006

Dear Diary,

       Today is probably the greatest day I have ever had! We just arrived in our apartment in Paris. It's a ways from where we originally lived, my father and I . We just moved here from London. I know some French but just enough to get me by.... I just got this diary from dad today. It's my birthday present. I'm 14 now.

I guess since this is pretty much my only way to get my feelings out without anyone knowing what they are, I should give a proper introduction, and the reason why today was so amazing. My name is Tayler Vonne Gallagher-Newman and I am a daddy's girl. After my parents got divorced, I had custody with my dad and we have a great bond. He buys me pretty much everything. I go to  South Crestwood Junior High, in Delaware. Crestwood is the city we live in. The year is 2006 and I have pretty much every sneaker you can imagine in my closet. I collect stamps and pins that you put on shirts and things like that. I guess you could say I'm pretty dorky. My hair is faded blonde, and I have brown eyes with splotches and streaks of olive green in the middle. I guess my friends say I'm nice enough. We slam people's lockers in the hallways, hit nerdy people and jocks alike in the heads with hard textbooks, and chew gum with extremely big bubbles and pop them even when the teachers are looking. Whenever I have after school activities, I write bad names on the bathroom stall. Yeah, I'm a brat. But it's only because of one theory of mine: Life is so short; live it how you want and don't look back.

       That's always been my motto and it will be til the day I die. Those are just a few things that make me unique, but I'm sure that over the period of time I spend writing in this thing, I'll reveal even more than I expected without trying. I do that occasionally. 

Also, I had the best day today...did I cease to mention that? 

It was because of this amazing boy I saw today in the hallway. He's a sophomore I think. Or a junior....I'm not really sure. But he isn't a senior. All I know is that when I saw him, my heart dropped to the floor. Wanna know the weird part? I felt like I was choking on it at the same time. He made me feel so amazing. I just saw him laughing and I fell for him on the spot. Now I'm not really sure what to do.

       Tonight me and Tiffany are supposed to go to the movies. There's a snag.

       Her boyfriend is this guy's best friend. And I know her boyfriend. Funny how things are linked! 

I'm gonna do my makeup really bright. That makes me stand out. My style is mainly indie. You know...independent.

Kinda a mix of late 80's, mid-90's and vintage. I love it and I'm really proud of it.

      I have this one tube of mascara and this one tube of primer for my face and it totally smells like summer. Well now it's March, and that means it is only the beginning of spring. Summer is my favorite season and I want to smell just like it. The mascara isn't supposed to smell like that at all. I dunno...must be the chemicals? Anyway, it smells like the ground after it rains in the summer, and the hot warm air around seeps into the soil and everything feels alive again. As for the primer, it smells like blossoming flowers with dew on them, in the mid summer. I also have a pair of shoes that smells like summer and dust. They smell like fresh mowed grass and gasoline. I just can't wait for summer. I miss it dearly and it feels like I will never capture its true essense and life again.

That's not the only thing I miss...

I would write about it, but I have to go eat dinner.

Next time,

Signing off. Bon sior.