Gordo's Journal
March 13th
4:56 P.M.
Okay, I'm not much of a writer. I've had this stupid little book for a long time, but I've never made an entry until now. I guess nothing in my life has been worth writing about until now. I'm more of a behind the scenes person, not a real go getter type guy. Okay, maybe I'm going about this whole journal thing wrong, maybe I should start off telling you about myself.
My name is David Gordon. I'm 14, and I'm close to finishing up my eighth grade year at Hillridge Junior High. I want to be a movie director when I grow up, so you can usually find me with a video camera attached to the palm of my hand. Attached at the hips are my two best friends, Miranda Sanchez and Lizzie McGuire. Miranda is of Hispanic background-she's got beautiful dark skin, hair, and eyes, and she's a really talented singer. At the moment, she's in Mexico for a little while. She'll miss our junior high graduation, and I hate that for her, but she's with family, and that's important to Miranda. As for Lizzie...well, I guess Lizzie's one of the main reasons that I started this journal. We've known each other since we were in diapers-she's always been the one person I'm closest too. I feel confident telling her anything. Except the fact that I'm in love with her.
Okay, let me back up. Lizzie is amazing-as close to perfect as anybody can get. She's got this long blonde hair, a great smile, and just this amazing personality. She really believes in sticking up for what's right, even if she goes about it the wrong way. She's always there for her friends, and she will stop at nothing to show up Kate Sanders-the snotty cheerleader of our school. Her only fault is that she's too wrapped up in Ethan Craft to notice that I've been here, paitently waiting for her, for the longest time. I've been in front of her face for as long as I can remember, and a sweet guy is all I'll ever be. Maybe one day that'll change. Yeah, in my dreams. But if they don't change soon (mark my words) I'll take matters into my OWN hands.
March 13th
4:56 P.M.
Okay, I'm not much of a writer. I've had this stupid little book for a long time, but I've never made an entry until now. I guess nothing in my life has been worth writing about until now. I'm more of a behind the scenes person, not a real go getter type guy. Okay, maybe I'm going about this whole journal thing wrong, maybe I should start off telling you about myself.
My name is David Gordon. I'm 14, and I'm close to finishing up my eighth grade year at Hillridge Junior High. I want to be a movie director when I grow up, so you can usually find me with a video camera attached to the palm of my hand. Attached at the hips are my two best friends, Miranda Sanchez and Lizzie McGuire. Miranda is of Hispanic background-she's got beautiful dark skin, hair, and eyes, and she's a really talented singer. At the moment, she's in Mexico for a little while. She'll miss our junior high graduation, and I hate that for her, but she's with family, and that's important to Miranda. As for Lizzie...well, I guess Lizzie's one of the main reasons that I started this journal. We've known each other since we were in diapers-she's always been the one person I'm closest too. I feel confident telling her anything. Except the fact that I'm in love with her.
Okay, let me back up. Lizzie is amazing-as close to perfect as anybody can get. She's got this long blonde hair, a great smile, and just this amazing personality. She really believes in sticking up for what's right, even if she goes about it the wrong way. She's always there for her friends, and she will stop at nothing to show up Kate Sanders-the snotty cheerleader of our school. Her only fault is that she's too wrapped up in Ethan Craft to notice that I've been here, paitently waiting for her, for the longest time. I've been in front of her face for as long as I can remember, and a sweet guy is all I'll ever be. Maybe one day that'll change. Yeah, in my dreams. But if they don't change soon (mark my words) I'll take matters into my OWN hands.