start writing a diary

ANNABELL1 recalls a dream she had the night before her wedding day.)
Annabell1: It was so exciting, my first highschool dance, with a first real date, and my best friend. Nothing could get any better. I was fifteen and thought I knew everything, just like I always do. (laughs) But I knew Jake was the funnest guy I’ve ever met and I never wanted that night to end.
(Annabell and Jake are dancing to loud crazy music while Annabell1 is sitting on her bed in a wedding dress watching her dream from third person view.)
Jake: Are you having fun?
Annabell: Yeah! Are you?
Jake: You’re really amazing you know that?
(Annabell blushes. A slow song is on. He takes her hand and pulls her close. Then awkwardly kisses her.) She smiles and keeps dancing.)
Annabell1: And that was it. Nothing! We dated for less than a month but stayed good friends. A year had passed and we started hanging out again. We were in his truck this time.
(Annabell is sitting in the middle of his truck driving in fields of nothing.)
Jake: Close your eyes!
Annabell: Why we’ve been driving f orever where can we possibly be that I won’t see?
Jake: Just do it Belly.
(She tried to peek but he places one hand over her eyes. They laugh and he pulls up to a field of yellow dasies everywhere.)
Jake: Okay are you ready?
Annabell: Yes!
Jake: Are you sure?
Annabell: Positive!
Jake: One hundred percent?
Annabell: Jake!
Jake: Okay okay, just one second.
(He leads her outside of the truck, her eyes still covered…)
Jake: One…two… three…
(He lets go.)
Annabell: (Gasp) Jake….
Jake: You’re favorite…right?
Annabell: You remembered?
Jake: I love you.
Annabell: Please don’t stop…
(The clouds were dark and it was windy. She places her hands on his waist and she kissed him like she meant it.)
Jake: And I knew that you meant it…
(The time on the clock is around 9.)
Annabell: We’re so late!
END SCENE

i will try to write a diary.

one happy morning i start writing

i have just started to write my diary for 2007! its great, i bought a lovely turquoise flower patterned diary. its nice to see each page covered in writing that’ll capture the moment of that day and no other.

i cant wait for about 10 years when i dig out this diary from where ever i stash it and read all over again the memories i’ll probably forget but i’d have written them i such a details that it’ll intrigue me as if i hadn’t lived it a day in my life.

i think diaries are fantastic and it’s liberating knowing that i have one – my secrets are safe in a book that is read by only me.

Started yesterday. So far, quite enjoyable.