I’m currently studying for my U.S. History exam, and to be honest, it’s a lot of mindless memorization. The kind of memorization that makes my brain mushy and eyes dizzy.
The one thing that keeps the subject mildly interesting are the diary excerpts that sometimes show up in the DBQ section (document-based essay section). I recently read an excerpt from a diary of a Lowell factory girl talking about how awful the other girls at the factory were, and how terrible the conditions were in the summer — this humanized the dates and numbers behind the Industrial Revolution; suddenly, history got a lot more interesting. It’s literally reading someone else’s diary, but in a socially acceptable way.
In this digital age, I’m not penning my thoughts with a quill on parchment, or even scribbling in a fancy-pants moleskine notebook. But the thought of a diary fascinates me.
In a way, my diary is the Notes section on my iPhone. It’s a lot less romantic than a diary, but just as raw.
I used to get super paranoid when my friends would look at pictures on my phone, for fear that they might stumble across my notes page. I’m less paranoid now because A) my notes are hidden deep in the depths of my app folders where no one can find them and B) even if you read my notes you wouldn’t be able to figure them out.
To get totally crazy here are the first five notes in my phone, and what (I think) they mean.
“When I see your name” ~ when I see someone’s name I feel a certain way.
“Plan:” (followed by no plan to do anything) ~ classic.
“Gm cherry get cash not target demographic” ~ this was probably written at a dark moment while studying for some test. I wish I could tell you what this means, but I have no idea. Sounds interesting
“Bunky” ~ an old man who wears wife beaters and takes drop-in advanced adult ballet with me. He wears loafers instead of ballet shoes and, thus can’t point his feet. He has a faded tattoo that spells “bunky” on one of his arms.
“Write about how good it feels to get your scalp massaged at Hair Cuttery” ~ self explanatory
These bits of jibberish are pretty important to me. I am always paranoid about forgetting things — so when some stroke of so-called brilliance hits me, I have to write it down or else I will forget it immediately. Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, and furiously tap out “boys look cute with visors” (true story). Other times, I’ll write down something a little more constructive like “avocados are the butter of the Earth.” Some of these snippets end up being stories I tell to you all, some of them end up being baked into pound cake, most of them remain in the gigabytes of my phone collecting cyber-dust.
Nonetheless, these shards and memories are the good stuff, like the artichoke hearts of life. When I’m rolled over in bed at 2 a.m. furiously typing a note to myself, you best believe it’s important.
1 stick of butter, softened
1 1/4 cup white sugar
2 cups all purpose flour
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 cup chocolate chips
Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Line and grease a 9 inch loaf pan.
In a stand mixer, beat the butter, avocado and sugar together. Add the eggs one at a time and beat until smooth, add vanilla extract and beat once more. In a separate bowl, stir together the flour and baking soda. Stir into avocado mixture until just combined. Fold in chocolate chips and spoon into loaf pan. Bake 65 minutes or until golden brown. Cool, slice, and enjoy!
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