You may have noticed in the last entry, at some point in 6th grade, I started calling myself "Supergirl". As if giving myself a nickname wasn't conceited enough, I gave myself a nickname beginning with "super". The fact that I was just an innocent little twelve-year-old girl at the time is the only thing saving my former self from being considered a total douchebag.I don't really understand why I chose that nickname either. There certainly wasn't much "super" about me at the time. I was weird, nerdy, pre-pubescent, and had hopeless crushes on boys who constantly told me they didn't like me, lived in other states, or were on TGIF sitcoms. Maybe it was a purposely contradictory nickname... like how some fat guys go by "Tiny". Or maybe I wished it'd be a self-fulfilling prophecy. Either way, it stuck for months and I even came up with a Supergirl symbol too.
Haha I thought the first 100,000 kids at the Pirates game got promotional balls & bats. Three Rivers Stadium only had a capacity of 47,952. And the average attendance in 1996 was only 16,446. Ouch. Just an example of how kids don't really understand big numbers. Anything over 100 was a lot to me. Same goes for money. Sure, I'd babysit for $4 an hour... I had no idea how little that really was. Honestly, I don't think I had a good concept of money until I was in college and it mattered.
Oh and if you're already getting annoyed with the whole talking diary thing, don't worry... I did too and pretty soon AB won't be talking much at all anymore.
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