Eh, being a “boring child” in the '70s isn’t really that bad, considering that if you had been a fashionable and urbane young person in that time period, your clothing and decor choices would probably qualify as crimes against humanity in any other decade.
Man, these are great reading. You should send em to one of us and let us type them up and post them for everyone to peruse! 
Hamish tells me that historians are constantly looking for “boring” journals, because they’re much more informative about a time period than those of people who were leading exciting but out-of-the-loop lives.
Better yet, send ONE PAGE to anyone who requests it. Redact any information that can’t be released for national security reasons. It would be a great conceptual art piece.
Or better yet (for your bank account, at least), auction them off on eBay.
If it makes you feel any better, your teen life was infinitely more interesting than mine.
Good lord, what were you, in a coma?
Pretty much. I was a boring teen.
Okay, I gotta know what this is about…
Larry belonged to the Campus Crusade for Christ, I was friends with a few of them. He used to try to convert me over the table while grabbing my knees under the table.
A “laying on of hands” perhaps?
All’s left is 1976 and Jan.–April '77. I may read these page-by-page before shredding, as they might be interesting to me. I also have some college journals and—God help us all!—“dream logs,” which must die. I may save the “What I Did Over My Summer Vacation” journal from the year I had my surgery, though.
My son was born 11/21/76. What did you do on THAT day?
I’ll check tonight when I get home.
Thanks. I can tell you what I did that day:
(push, push, breathe) More drugs! More drugs! (push, push, breathe)
Somebody has to say it, and with any luck I’ll be first.
[Ralph Wiggum]
And then the doctor said that both of my eyes were lazy. And that’s why it was the best summer ever.
[/Ralph Wiggum]
That’s really weird, 'cause that’s what I did that day, too!
Nov. 21, 1976
“I had such a marvelous time last night that I forgot to mention the impossible–Dad gave up smoking! Only because the doctor gave him a year too live if he didn’t. Well! He also takes drugs for depression. My, I enjoyed last night. I improvised some new business in the show that went over sensationally. I spent today typing a term paper, doing laundry and unsuccessfully trying to reach Betty. I’m watching NBC’s marathon 50th birthday special. I think that even though I had some nasty epxeriences in this show, it did more for me personally than the others. [some censored bits here] I have to start thinking of what classes to take next semester!”
What about the last entry? And if that’s just something like a single line “I’m not keeping this diary anymore” sort of entry, what about the day before?
Thank you, Eve, for that peek into the past. Mundane as it was (although I’m curious about what was censored) it beats the bejeezus out of “pant, pant, push, push, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BRING MORE DRUGS!!!”
Oh…and did you just stop your diary entries cold turkey, or did you have a planned date to stop, or did you just get too busy to bother with it?