There is another "real" entry before this... I am only doing this now cause I am bored. out. of. my. mind!

First kiss:

Michael McGinn... In second grade, on our way from the bus to school. I had a crush on that kid until seventh grade... I wanted to be "Mrs. McGinn". Silly Girl.

First real kiss:

Chris Taylor, otherwise refered to in here as "the perv".

It was actually a really nice kiss... Considering who it came from... Here is the actual entry that I wrote in my diary the day after it happened...

09/14/96

He was like, "I know how you feel..." And I said, "No you don't! I don't want to hurt Amanda." Then he said, "Neither do I, but I want you to know, the feeling is mutual." After that he layed back down, with my thigh as his pillow. He went back to sleep, or so I thought.

An hour later Grandpa went to bed.

~This is me here for a sec... Just so you know, I had snuck Chris and a couple of my other friends into my bedroom late at night.

Chris woke up. He looked nervous. Scared we would get caught I guess. He moved up until his head was next to mine on the pillow, our arms were stretched out underneath it and touching. We started talking and then he moved his other hand over and held mine. We rubbed noses. I rolled over so my face was upside down underneath his and then he kissed my nose, my cheek, and finally my mouth.

His mustashe tickles, but his kisses were nice. Really soft. His kisses were sweet.

We kissed for hours! He moved closer to me, and held me. He said I was pretty and had beautiful eyes and gorgeous hair. He kept touching it, and running his fingers through it. We finally fell asleep together.

God! I finally know what it feels like to be cared about! He likes me! Me!

I was such a sad little bunny... Ripe for the plucking by anyone who showed me just a smidgen of what I thought was love, or caring...

Tsk Tsk Tsk

First job:

I was a duster at Ross-Simons... From 09/96 to 11/96... They didn't like me cause I kept dropping the crystal!

I couldn't help it... That job was both nerve-wracking (dusting a $600 vase can be scary!) and boring enough to make me sleepy at the same time. Sounds odd but it is true. You try sitting and polishing about 1000 pieces of silverware, alone, with no one to talk to, in a dusty basement!

First screen name:

Hmmm... That would be KittyKat17@aol.com. That was the very first time I ever got on the internet. I was at my mom's house-sitting while she went to Florida with her girlfriend... I got really addicted to chat rooms for about two weeks. Never liked them since.

First self purchased album:

That would be... GreenDay, "Dookie"... I was like, 13 and they were, like, awesome to us little 13 year old teenie-boppers...

First funeral:

My dad's. I was two. But I don't remember it at all...

The first one I can remember was my Bopcha's. (Great-Grandmother) She died in '97. I remember giggling out of nervousness at the wake and everyone was mad at me... But I couldn't help it. I was really freaked out in the first place, and then my aunt kept up a running commentary in my ear about how well preserved Bopcha looked compared to other dead people she'd seen, and how most morticians don't do such a good job...

First pets:

My first pets were a series of very unlucky hampsters. The cat ate two, Linus and Lucy, the dog ate one, Fred, one died of natural causes, Fred II, one ate another one, that was Jill who ate Jack, one escaped into the back of a radio and got fried, I can't remember that one's name, oh and I dropped one on his head, that was Little.

First piercing:

Ears. When I was two months old.

First true love:

I can honestly say my husband James.

Corny, but true.

First big trip:

California, when I was seven, with my Gran and Grandpa. I don't remember much, except for riding up and down over and over in an elevator till someone yelled at me... And seeing Gremlins on TV at my Gran's friend's house out there. They had two huge Golden Retrievers (well I was seven, they seemed huge) who would jump in and swim around the pool all afternoon.

First musician you remember hearing in your house:

James Taylor. My dad loved him, so of course that means my whole family had listens to him while I was growing up. A lot.

Also, Joni Mitchell (who I am named for)'cause my aunt was big on her and The Grateful Dead, cause my uncle loved them.

Last big car ride:

James and the witchling and I drove down to Mystic, Conneticutt the other day, so James could apply for a job at this posh restaurant.

Last kiss:

This morning, from James when he left for work.

Last good cry:

Oh Goddess! I don't even know. I am a big cry baby... I cry over everything. Plus I am pregnant. So duh!

Last phone call:

James called a few minutes ago to tell me he has to close tonight and won't be home till 11:30. Hope the darn car will start! Pray with me folks! I don't want him to have to walk home, late, in the dark, after working a double shift! Even if its only a mile... His poor feet!

Last TV show watched:

I don't watch much T.V. I guess it was Charmed, last night at 6pm on TNT. It was cool, because it was the very first episode, which I haven't seen since like, the show began... Way back when!

Last CD played:

Totally Country, or something like that. It has a whole bunch of stuff by various different individuals...

Last item bought:

Groceries. This morning. At Stop & Shop.

Last disappointment:

About an hour ago, when James said he'd be late... I am bored people! That is why I am doing this entry in the first place!

Last ice cream eaten:

A crunchy Klondike bar.

Artwork © Jessica Galbreth