Diary of a Curable Romantic

Then I took one load of boxes to the warehouse, turned right around, drove back to North Miami Beach and picked up another load. That is home, too. I kept wanting to leave, yet I kept needing to fix up one more bug after another, and still the program is far from clean.

This kind of programming is every bit as creative as writing. Going to work with state employees and looking at their downtrodden faces in the Sky Lobby of the 44th floor of the World Trade Center every morning was just too much for her. I suppose we baby boomers can be faulted for our attitudes; after all, our grandparents never worried about growing when they had all they could do to just survive. But times change brilliant, no? Last night I spoke to Grandma Ethel. She ended up missing out on so much — education, travel, independence — and now she regrets it.

I stayed up till 1: I find Matthew Broderick so cute, probably because he reminds me of Sean. Will there ever be another person in my life? You know what I mean. But I may have a long wait.

Luckily, my relatively short time with Sean was so great, it still manages to sustain me through rough and lonely times. Everything will work out, as Teresa says. Also, if I can put anger and frustration to work for me, rather than against me — like emotional jiu-jitsu — I can learn and grow. As I prepare to leave town, I fall more in love with Florida every day. To help you do that, we created a functional backpack with the everyday artist in mind. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday.

You may unsubscribe at any time. By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. Dedicated to your stories and ideas. A website by Thought. Friday, April 13, 8 PM. But I am probably the funniest writer of my generation — as good as Fran Lebowitz, anyway. Saturday, April 14, 6 PM. I just came out of my third shower of the day, and already I feel sticky. Today I exercised, both at home and at the health club, and I got some more shit together. One thing MacDowell will do is allow me to see my life in more perspective. Sunday, April 15, 7 PM.

Thursday, April 19, 9 PM. He is the same age as the milk jug so surely he can come in what time he likes! It is all round the school that an old lady of seventy-six frightened Barry Kent and his dad into returning my menaces money. His gang are electing a new leader. Finished last bell at Know just how Rembrandt must have felt after painting the Sistine Chapel in Venice.

It was quite a shock to see Doreen Slater for the first time. She is as thin as a stick insect. She has got no bust and no bum. Maxwell started to cry, the dog started to bark, so I went back to my black room and counted howmany things were now showing through the paint: I was feeling rebellious, so I wore red socks. My father was in bed when I got home; he was having his impotence cured. Mrs Ball has got a daughter who is a writer.

I asked her how her daughter qualified to be one. At 5 AM they decided to climb the mountain! My protest fell on deaf ears. Had a long talk with Mr Dock. I explained that I was a one-parent-family child with an unemployed, bad-tempered father. So much for pastoral care!

It was on the news today that the British Museum is thinking of banning school parties. We are doing Russia at school so I speak from knowledge. My father has got no work or worries yet he looks dead haggard. I am seriously thinking of giving everything up and running away to be a tramp.

I would quite enjoy the life, providing I could have a daily bath. My mother reads anything; she is prostituting her literacy. It is dead good. Apr 25, Manny rated it liked it Shelves: April 25 I start reading a book called Diary of a Nobody. It is boring and not much happens, also Mr. Pooter is pretty dim. I don't get it. Why would anyone want to write a book about a nobody who takes himself far too seriously?

I decide that I will write a book about myself that will be quite different, it will be full of important things I do and extremely interesting. Perhaps I will call it Diary of a Somebody. But then people won't know which somebody it is, since everyone is somebody. I dec April 25 I start reading a book called Diary of a Nobody.

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I am just about to start writing some important things when my mother reminds me that I said I would tidy up my room. I will write about them when I have finished tidying. They both want to be in my diary. This is a bit strange, since my diary is secret, but I write back to say I will put them in if they do some silly things with yoga, teddy bears and toffee apples. I think this is very original, and shows I am a Somebody.

April 27 I have received another letter from MJ. He says he wants his own days in my diary, so I will not mention anyone else today. I had not understood that keeping a diary was so complicated. April 28 I am trying to imagine what Miss Knig-o-lass looks like. I see her as a beautiful, treacle-haired temptress, like Pandora at school. I am hoping that she will also send me a request. Miss Knig-o-lass does not seem as demanding as MJ.

Perhaps this is because she is a nicer person, or perhaps it is just because she hasn't noticed me. It's often hard to tell with girls. April 29 Miss Knig-o-lass has also sent me a request! I don't really understand it, but there is a card with a stretched-out picture of a lady and something about how chocolate can't get you pregnant. I must make sure that Pandora does not find out about my friendship with this sophisticated older woman. April 30 MJ has sent me another message! He says he might be jealous.

I think he must be Miss Knig-o-lass's regular boyfriend. He used a Latin word I didn't know, I wish I had been paying more attention in biology yesterday when we were doing Human Reproduction. Since I started keeping this diary my life has become more and more interesting. I am definitely a Somebody. View all 12 comments. Jul 05, Rebecca McNutt rated it really liked it Shelves: It's been a long time since I've even picked up an Adrian Mole book or watched the TV show, and reading this one I was expecting lots of unnecessary teen drama.

Surprisingly Adrian is actually a very witty main character and this book is much more funny than griping, full of weird mishaps and Adrian's musings of his peers, daily life and quirky family. Anybody who's ever been a teenager can probably relate to his concise observations, and the whole thing is a lot of fun to read through. Best of It's been a long time since I've even picked up an Adrian Mole book or watched the TV show, and reading this one I was expecting lots of unnecessary teen drama.

Best of all, Adrian isn't the only well-developed character in the story. Each character, even the minor background characters, are given a consistent personality making everything more vibrant and real. May 24, Susi rated it really liked it. I've just read this to my daughter who is exactly this age. I'd read the book when it first came out but it was great to revisit both it and the memories that it stirred.

Reliving the Falklands War, the Royal Wedding, mass unemployment, stress over the changes to the school system etc was fascinating if only to realise how little has changed! We almost had to stop reading at one point as each day's literary Mole catastrophe coincidentally seemed to then occur in my daughter's real life: We both loved it and she has been inspired to start a diary! I've read everyone of the Mole books - the Weapons of Mass Destruction will remain my favourite for obvious reasons! Word of warning though: I came close to crashing when one anecdote in The Capuccino Years blinded me with tears of hysterical laughter just outside Colchester.

I had to stop the car to recover and compose myself with a hefty dose of R4 Woman's Hour instead. Nov 06, Valerie rated it liked it. The Diary of Adrian Mole is like a snarky one-liner that continues for pages. Adrian is a self-centered, irreverent British year-old whose diary entries include nuggets of wisdom such as: Pandora and I are in love! She told Claire Neilson, who told Nigel, who told me. I told Nigel to tell Claire to tell Pandora that I return her love. I am over the moon with joy and rapture.

I can overlook the fact that Pandora smokes five Benson and Hedges a day and has her own lighter. Whe The Diary of Adrian Mole is like a snarky one-liner that continues for pages. When you are in love such things cease to matter. It was entertaining, but never really got beyond the point of a quick, light read. I did learn that there was a short-lived BBC series based on the book. The intro is actually pretty sweetly tacky: View all 7 comments. Oct 11, Amanda rated it did not like it Recommends it for: Harry Potter in case he needs another book to stab. Recommended to Amanda by: It was forced on me!

I will deny every argument against this! Yes, I hate this book so much, I killed its sole, lonely star. As this was a school assigned book, I have written a much more formal review from an objective point of view for my English class. I also wrote a review purely for me, from a very subjective point of view. Feel free to just read the objective one but if you want to see how bad the book was for me, personally, read to the end.

From an objective point of view, The Secret Diary of Ad 1 dead star. As he goes through puberty, he must struggle with conflicting emotions, parent troubles, pimples, and first love. I would have preferred the diary to be on a more interesting character and lifestyle but that is just my personal preference. The mundane, everyday updates could provide many points for the reader to relate to. Adrian is, quite frankly, an ungrateful, arrogant kid, but in the underlying messages, you can tell he does have an understanding of love.

The things his family goes through would be pretty tough for a teenager who also has his own internal problems. I did not like him very much, as some of the things he said were pretty insulting. Teenage boys will probably find traits they can relate to, but, as I am a girl, I did not find any. He had one of the more interesting stories but he was not a main focus of the novel. The plot was not very well done. I understand that it is meant to have a very natural, raw feel to it, being a diary of a teenage boy, but I felt that it was very random and disjointed.

The events had no order to them, which I find really annoying as I like things to be organized. There was no climax, even in the background themes. It was a sequence of mundane events with no big event to tie everything together. The ending was so abrupt, I thought the author just wrote the whole book series at once, and told the publisher to chop it wherever they needed to make them into perfectly identical books. There was also very minimal character development. Adrian has the same personality at the end as he has at the start.

The writing style was also very jerky. I just did not like it. I have always been a fan of the fluent, lyrical, poetic prose, so this amateurish, jerky writing was not to my taste. In the visual department, the cover is very boring. The formatting of the text inside the book is rather squashed together as most old books are. I assume they represent certain events in the story. But as I was clearly out of the target demographic, I did not like this book very much.

Actually, not at all. I regret choosing this for Literature Circles. If anyone asks, it was forced on me. See my status updates for my emotions while reading. He is in fact, answer E: I don't know where to start explaining this horrible excuse for a fourteen year old. He calls himself an intellectual, yet his poems sound like "he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random. Today I am going to tell you the meaning of life. It's not perfect, and it's damn hard. If you wanted the easy way out, you should have been born dead instead. Do we all understand that? Yeah, I bet that back then it was as popular as Diary of a Wimpy Kid.

A snowflake's chance on the sun. Now, moving onto plot since the supporting characters were so uninteresting Wednesday 1st, Chobe — Kruger Land-Rovered through real bush.

Non-tourist route to lose press. E took snap after snap of you name it she took it. Result — no film in the camera and eleven bruises around her body where she banged herself against the turret of Rover. She did it again!

E was in agony to the point of tears which she hid from me but I am now unfoolable. I scratched her back and held her hand. E went for X-ray of ribs. No cracks but two spots on lung. We must make them go away. Saturday 4th The most agonizing hour of my life ended at approx 1pm.

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