Post by mallorypike on Nov 10, 2013 0:00:49 GMT -5
I always dreamed of having the same life as the Babysitters. I thought that when I turned 13 I would be able to roam around town, date boys, and go on exciting trips. Of course, it didn't happen. ;D
I went through a tomboy phase of Kristy. I tied my hair in a ponytail, wore a turtleneck, jeans, and sneakers, and played softball outside even though I didn't like sports at all. It only lasted less than a week, though. ;D
I tried to dress like Claudia one day when I was in 4th grade. However, I didn't go out in public. I reached in the closet and closed my eyes. I picked a red fitted T-shirt, a short purple, blue, and black plaid skirt, hot pink leggings, a black snow boot, and a yellow flip flop. When I wore that outfit and looked at myself in the mirror...oh, the horror. It was AWFUL! Even my fourth grade self thought it was horrible. I thought that even Claudia wouldn't be able to pull off that outfit, lol.
I always wanted to be sophisticated like Stacey even though I was a little bit of a tomboy when I was little (well, I was casual, I just wore jeans and graphic tee shirts and sneakers). The most "sophisticated" outfit was a purple fitted tee shirt with a black and white photo of a horse on the front. "Horse crazy" in pink glittery cursive was written next to the picture of the horse. Then I wore black glittery skinny jeans and silver glittery flat shoes with lime green socks. I wore a pink headband in my hair and wore clip-on earrings. I didn't have pierced ears back then...and I still don't. I didn't wear that outfit to school, though. I was just playing "dress-up".
I LOVED Stacey's handwriting. For a week at school, I dotted my I's with hearts. I also crossed my T's with a squiggly line. I made my capital E's like a 3, too. However, the dotting I's with hearts thing got so OLD quickly. All of the girls in elementary school dotted their I's with hearts--not because of Stacey but because hearts are fun.
I went through a phase I thought I had diabetes. I was excessively thirsty. I drank 8 full glasses of water under 20 minutes. But, luckily, I didn't have diabetes. I actually WANTED diabetes when I was in third grade. Can you believe it? I was in 4th grade when I realized that no junk food would be a bummer.
I kept a journal like Mallory. But the journal wasn't about my feelings, it was about Mallory's feelings. I mean, I was basically writing a journal from Mallory's perspective rather than my perspective. Here was one entry I wrote when I was 9 years old:
Dear Journal,
I wish I was ten years old. Mallory wants to be thirteen but I want to be ten. Thirteen is OLD, OLD, OLD. Very OLD, OLD, OLD. Like Charlie would say, it's OVER THE HILL. Ten's pretty old but ten is a cool age. I will be a double-digit kid. No, I will be a double-digit ADULT. I know that the day I wake up on my 10th birthday I would have straight hair, contacts, and straight teeth. Mom and Dad would let me wear cool clothes like sparkly sweatshirts and stirrup leggings and high-top sneakers. I WANT TO BE TEN. If I was 10, life would be a picnic...
You see, the thing is that I had straight hair, straight teeth, and I didn't need glasses/contacts. My parents weren't that conservative about clothes. I wasn't interested in clothes Stacey or Claudia would wear anyway. I just wanted to copy Mallory. Lol.
Okay, even though I'm almost seventeen years old, I still like to pretend to be part of the Babysitters Club. I would pretend to hold BSC meetings. I pretended to talk on the phone (i.e., "Hello, Babysitters Club, Kristy Thomas speaking. Oh, hi, Mrs. Newton. Uh-huh...yes...you need a sitter for Jamie and Lucy on Thursday afternoon from 3:30 to 5? Okay, I will call you back."), schedule babysitting jobs (i.e., "Hey, Mary Anne, who's free to sit at the Newton's on Thursday afternoon from 3:30 to 5?" and, I, pretending to be Mary Anne, would check the record book, ask Claudia if she wants to sit for the Newton's, and call Mrs. Newton back), and hang out with the sitters (i.e., I, pretending to be Stacey, would say,"Charlotte Johanssen made an A+ on her math test today. She studied so hard the last time I sat for her."). I created a record book, a BSC notebook, and Kid Kits even though I didn't babysit. I even wrote BSC notebook entries about my imaginary sitting jobs. I still do that now. I know, I know, I'm a total dork and a weirdo...but, ah, alas, I don't care. It's fun even though I play by myself.
Sometimes I say "bull frogs", "meanie mo", and "gigundo". When I said,"I have gigundoly good news!", my family looked at me like I was crazy. Lol.
I sometimes say "Oh, my Lord" but not often.
When I was a little kid, I decided to hide candy in my room. I saved all of my Halloween candy and hid them in an empty shoe box. I kept the shoe box under the bed or the closet (I would rotate very 2 or 3 days). I ended up eating all of the candy in less than 2 days, though. Since I was in elementary school, I couldn't go to the store and secretly buy candy, so, hiding the candy didn't last very long.
I decided to be a cat-lover since Mary Anne was a cat-lover. I named a stuffed kitten Tigger. It was black with white stripes, though, instead of gray with white stripes. I pretended that it was my real cat. I fed it, called it mushy nicknames such as Tiggy, Poo-poo, baby waby, Tigger-poo, etc. I was nine years old at the time so...yeah. I totally forgot about the stuffed cat two months later.
Hmm...I think that's it. Yeah, I did a lot of weird things because of the BSC, but don't we all?
I went through a tomboy phase of Kristy. I tied my hair in a ponytail, wore a turtleneck, jeans, and sneakers, and played softball outside even though I didn't like sports at all. It only lasted less than a week, though. ;D
I tried to dress like Claudia one day when I was in 4th grade. However, I didn't go out in public. I reached in the closet and closed my eyes. I picked a red fitted T-shirt, a short purple, blue, and black plaid skirt, hot pink leggings, a black snow boot, and a yellow flip flop. When I wore that outfit and looked at myself in the mirror...oh, the horror. It was AWFUL! Even my fourth grade self thought it was horrible. I thought that even Claudia wouldn't be able to pull off that outfit, lol.
I always wanted to be sophisticated like Stacey even though I was a little bit of a tomboy when I was little (well, I was casual, I just wore jeans and graphic tee shirts and sneakers). The most "sophisticated" outfit was a purple fitted tee shirt with a black and white photo of a horse on the front. "Horse crazy" in pink glittery cursive was written next to the picture of the horse. Then I wore black glittery skinny jeans and silver glittery flat shoes with lime green socks. I wore a pink headband in my hair and wore clip-on earrings. I didn't have pierced ears back then...and I still don't. I didn't wear that outfit to school, though. I was just playing "dress-up".
I LOVED Stacey's handwriting. For a week at school, I dotted my I's with hearts. I also crossed my T's with a squiggly line. I made my capital E's like a 3, too. However, the dotting I's with hearts thing got so OLD quickly. All of the girls in elementary school dotted their I's with hearts--not because of Stacey but because hearts are fun.
I went through a phase I thought I had diabetes. I was excessively thirsty. I drank 8 full glasses of water under 20 minutes. But, luckily, I didn't have diabetes. I actually WANTED diabetes when I was in third grade. Can you believe it? I was in 4th grade when I realized that no junk food would be a bummer.
I kept a journal like Mallory. But the journal wasn't about my feelings, it was about Mallory's feelings. I mean, I was basically writing a journal from Mallory's perspective rather than my perspective. Here was one entry I wrote when I was 9 years old:
Dear Journal,
I wish I was ten years old. Mallory wants to be thirteen but I want to be ten. Thirteen is OLD, OLD, OLD. Very OLD, OLD, OLD. Like Charlie would say, it's OVER THE HILL. Ten's pretty old but ten is a cool age. I will be a double-digit kid. No, I will be a double-digit ADULT. I know that the day I wake up on my 10th birthday I would have straight hair, contacts, and straight teeth. Mom and Dad would let me wear cool clothes like sparkly sweatshirts and stirrup leggings and high-top sneakers. I WANT TO BE TEN. If I was 10, life would be a picnic...
You see, the thing is that I had straight hair, straight teeth, and I didn't need glasses/contacts. My parents weren't that conservative about clothes. I wasn't interested in clothes Stacey or Claudia would wear anyway. I just wanted to copy Mallory. Lol.
Okay, even though I'm almost seventeen years old, I still like to pretend to be part of the Babysitters Club. I would pretend to hold BSC meetings. I pretended to talk on the phone (i.e., "Hello, Babysitters Club, Kristy Thomas speaking. Oh, hi, Mrs. Newton. Uh-huh...yes...you need a sitter for Jamie and Lucy on Thursday afternoon from 3:30 to 5? Okay, I will call you back."), schedule babysitting jobs (i.e., "Hey, Mary Anne, who's free to sit at the Newton's on Thursday afternoon from 3:30 to 5?" and, I, pretending to be Mary Anne, would check the record book, ask Claudia if she wants to sit for the Newton's, and call Mrs. Newton back), and hang out with the sitters (i.e., I, pretending to be Stacey, would say,"Charlotte Johanssen made an A+ on her math test today. She studied so hard the last time I sat for her."). I created a record book, a BSC notebook, and Kid Kits even though I didn't babysit. I even wrote BSC notebook entries about my imaginary sitting jobs. I still do that now. I know, I know, I'm a total dork and a weirdo...but, ah, alas, I don't care. It's fun even though I play by myself.
Sometimes I say "bull frogs", "meanie mo", and "gigundo". When I said,"I have gigundoly good news!", my family looked at me like I was crazy. Lol.
I sometimes say "Oh, my Lord" but not often.
When I was a little kid, I decided to hide candy in my room. I saved all of my Halloween candy and hid them in an empty shoe box. I kept the shoe box under the bed or the closet (I would rotate very 2 or 3 days). I ended up eating all of the candy in less than 2 days, though. Since I was in elementary school, I couldn't go to the store and secretly buy candy, so, hiding the candy didn't last very long.
I decided to be a cat-lover since Mary Anne was a cat-lover. I named a stuffed kitten Tigger. It was black with white stripes, though, instead of gray with white stripes. I pretended that it was my real cat. I fed it, called it mushy nicknames such as Tiggy, Poo-poo, baby waby, Tigger-poo, etc. I was nine years old at the time so...yeah. I totally forgot about the stuffed cat two months later.
Hmm...I think that's it. Yeah, I did a lot of weird things because of the BSC, but don't we all?