1pm, December 25th
Yo. Name's Allie, and you are a diary that I got today. You're really pretty - I like the cover, it looks so cool! You know, a bunch of people say they hate the word 'diary', or they think it's too common, or they just don't want to call their diary a diary, so they'll call it something like a blueberry, or a giraffe. Not me - you're a diary, so Diary your name shall be! No, wait, I should stop talking to the diary. People might start to think I'm crazy! Even crazier than usual! I suppose I'll talk to the post-apocalyptic explorers discovering my house and the mysterious non-digital book within. Hello, I'm Allison Bishop, 15 years old, and here is a picture of me for posterity.
Yup. Me in all my (very little) glory. Do I need to put pictures of my family members? I suppose you future people might base your entire perception of life in the 21st century off of me, and that would likely have devastating consequences. Well then, here are my siblings - my brother Clark, the joker of the family who is three years older than me:
And my sisters, who are twins and both sixteen, Sam and Steph:
And my parents, Doug and Emily:
So that's us. Enjoy interpreting life from our insane daily exploits. I might add some pictures of my friends if I feel like it, but right now I'm gonna go have lunch. Seeya!
- Allie
Later, also December 25th
Greetings, mysterious future people reading my diary! So I just got back from lunch, and boy, was it a spectacle! My plate was piled a mile high with all the best foods, Clark started trying to balance carrots on his nose, and Sam and Steph literally had a competition over whose music could be the loudest - heavy metal and chirpy pop at max volume blasting through two sets of headphones is not a pleasant sound to have at a family Christmas lunch! Anyways, they're grounded, Clark's gone skateboarding with his mates and I'm left here to write, lie back and possibly browse the internet. OK Google, "this isn't a diary, it's a". Rattlesnake, candy cane, blog, venus flytrap, dragon, blueberry, waffle, taco, violin - and that's the front page alone! It's like it's an original idea to say "actually, this IS a diary!" I'm an innovator.
- Allie
December 26th
Hey again, people of the future. I thought I'd tell you a little about me, what I like doing and all that jazz! Mainly, I'm a story-writer (which is NOT an author, because authors do books, and I do tales), and an idea-thinker. Some of my ramblings may concern the various universes I've come up with - I mainly do parallel worlds. For example, I came up with 'modern steampunk' about a week ago, which is... no, I'll explain another day, you might not really care. Anywho, I create not only books-slash-movies, but also poems and songs, and I find loquacious, sesquipedalian vocabulary... uh... cool. I LOVE nature and the outside world, although I hate the cold, and I wish I could take great photographs, but sadly I'm a little too clumsy, and I have a huge imagination, but not the drawing skills to bring it to life. I think I need an illustrator...
- Allie
December 27th
Bro, we are so close to the new year that it isn't even funny. Like, what? How is it even possible? I'm gonna have to be there for the fireworks on Human Crossing (that's this game where you're the only animal in a town of humans and you're the mayor and you get to celebrate all the holidays and run your little town and stuff), and we're gonna have my mom's best friend Lisa over with her husband and kids. Dad's making candy apples. It'll be great.
Do people in the future even have a new year's celebration? Is there even a concept of the passing of time? Maybe a nuclear bomb triggered the eruption of a supervolcano which released enough ash to block out the sun for centuries. Maybe you have 24 months, each with 15 days. Maybe you just have sleep cycles that are longer or shorter than the 24 hours we have.
Crud, dropped a glass that was formerly full of orange juice on the floor. It's shattered. I'll get in a lot of trouble for that. Better go, before Mom takes you away from me as punishment. Oh no, then who would I rant to? Oh, right, sorry, forgot. Put away. Bye.
- Allie
December 28th
Safe! I am safe from my mother's wrath, and so are you. I managed to clean it all up before she saw. Also, I got extra allowance for cleaning my room, which is a plus! I think I might call up Carla, see what she's doing. Oh, I haven't mentioned Carla? Well, here she is, my best friend Carla Hennessy:
There she is, being dumb. I've known her since we were tiny, ya know - she's always been with me. There's also Anna and Kate, who could be sisters, and my only male friend, Ben.
I can't call that lot up, though - Anna's in Venice, Kate's in London, Ben's in Salamander Salamanca. So I'll just text Carla to check if she's around.
7pm, still December 28th
so she didn't reply until a couple of minutes ago, by which point it was far too late to go out, so yeah, I spent the evening messing around on the internet and then helping out with making dinner. Do you know how many meals my mom has to make for this family? You've got Steph, the vegetarian, Sam, the vegan, my dad and I, the lactose intolerant ones, and Clark, who... actually Clark might be the most normal eater in the family, his only requirement is no all-veggie meals because he's a total carnivore so we have to buy in, like, one thing for everyone, although mom still tries to add variety and stuff she just works really hard for this family and it's not exactly the most fun thing to have to cook for two adults and four children but I never actually thank her for that do I?
Whoops. Off topic. Everyone eats different.
That's about it for today, then, isn't it? Goodbye, people of the future. I assume you can just flip the page to the next day, but for me that page is blank... I'm gonna write a message. Hold on. Alright, done that - goodnight! I'm gonna go say thank you to my mom, take a shower, and probably write some more until I get tired.
- Allie
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Yo. Name's Allie, and you are a diary that I got today. You're really pretty - I like the cover, it looks so cool! You know, a bunch of people say they hate the word 'diary', or they think it's too common, or they just don't want to call their diary a diary, so they'll call it something like a blueberry, or a giraffe. Not me - you're a diary, so Diary your name shall be! No, wait, I should stop talking to the diary. People might start to think I'm crazy! Even crazier than usual! I suppose I'll talk to the post-apocalyptic explorers discovering my house and the mysterious non-digital book within. Hello, I'm Allison Bishop, 15 years old, and here is a picture of me for posterity.
Yup. Me in all my (very little) glory. Do I need to put pictures of my family members? I suppose you future people might base your entire perception of life in the 21st century off of me, and that would likely have devastating consequences. Well then, here are my siblings - my brother Clark, the joker of the family who is three years older than me:
And my sisters, who are twins and both sixteen, Sam and Steph:
And my parents, Doug and Emily:
So that's us. Enjoy interpreting life from our insane daily exploits. I might add some pictures of my friends if I feel like it, but right now I'm gonna go have lunch. Seeya!
- Allie
Later, also December 25th
Greetings, mysterious future people reading my diary! So I just got back from lunch, and boy, was it a spectacle! My plate was piled a mile high with all the best foods, Clark started trying to balance carrots on his nose, and Sam and Steph literally had a competition over whose music could be the loudest - heavy metal and chirpy pop at max volume blasting through two sets of headphones is not a pleasant sound to have at a family Christmas lunch! Anyways, they're grounded, Clark's gone skateboarding with his mates and I'm left here to write, lie back and possibly browse the internet. OK Google, "this isn't a diary, it's a". Rattlesnake, candy cane, blog, venus flytrap, dragon, blueberry, waffle, taco, violin - and that's the front page alone! It's like it's an original idea to say "actually, this IS a diary!" I'm an innovator.
- Allie
December 26th
Hey again, people of the future. I thought I'd tell you a little about me, what I like doing and all that jazz! Mainly, I'm a story-writer (which is NOT an author, because authors do books, and I do tales), and an idea-thinker. Some of my ramblings may concern the various universes I've come up with - I mainly do parallel worlds. For example, I came up with 'modern steampunk' about a week ago, which is... no, I'll explain another day, you might not really care. Anywho, I create not only books-slash-movies, but also poems and songs, and I find loquacious, sesquipedalian vocabulary... uh... cool. I LOVE nature and the outside world, although I hate the cold, and I wish I could take great photographs, but sadly I'm a little too clumsy, and I have a huge imagination, but not the drawing skills to bring it to life. I think I need an illustrator...
- Allie
December 27th
Bro, we are so close to the new year that it isn't even funny. Like, what? How is it even possible? I'm gonna have to be there for the fireworks on Human Crossing (that's this game where you're the only animal in a town of humans and you're the mayor and you get to celebrate all the holidays and run your little town and stuff), and we're gonna have my mom's best friend Lisa over with her husband and kids. Dad's making candy apples. It'll be great.
Do people in the future even have a new year's celebration? Is there even a concept of the passing of time? Maybe a nuclear bomb triggered the eruption of a supervolcano which released enough ash to block out the sun for centuries. Maybe you have 24 months, each with 15 days. Maybe you just have sleep cycles that are longer or shorter than the 24 hours we have.
Crud, dropped a glass that was formerly full of orange juice on the floor. It's shattered. I'll get in a lot of trouble for that. Better go, before Mom takes you away from me as punishment. Oh no, then who would I rant to? Oh, right, sorry, forgot. Put away. Bye.
- Allie
December 28th
Safe! I am safe from my mother's wrath, and so are you. I managed to clean it all up before she saw. Also, I got extra allowance for cleaning my room, which is a plus! I think I might call up Carla, see what she's doing. Oh, I haven't mentioned Carla? Well, here she is, my best friend Carla Hennessy:
There she is, being dumb. I've known her since we were tiny, ya know - she's always been with me. There's also Anna and Kate, who could be sisters, and my only male friend, Ben.
I can't call that lot up, though - Anna's in Venice, Kate's in London, Ben's in Salamander Salamanca. So I'll just text Carla to check if she's around.
7pm, still December 28th
so she didn't reply until a couple of minutes ago, by which point it was far too late to go out, so yeah, I spent the evening messing around on the internet and then helping out with making dinner. Do you know how many meals my mom has to make for this family? You've got Steph, the vegetarian, Sam, the vegan, my dad and I, the lactose intolerant ones, and Clark, who... actually Clark might be the most normal eater in the family, his only requirement is no all-veggie meals because he's a total carnivore so we have to buy in, like, one thing for everyone, although mom still tries to add variety and stuff she just works really hard for this family and it's not exactly the most fun thing to have to cook for two adults and four children but I never actually thank her for that do I?
Whoops. Off topic. Everyone eats different.
That's about it for today, then, isn't it? Goodbye, people of the future. I assume you can just flip the page to the next day, but for me that page is blank... I'm gonna write a message. Hold on. Alright, done that - goodnight! I'm gonna go say thank you to my mom, take a shower, and probably write some more until I get tired.
- Allie
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