Firstly, I would just like to point out that I’m not some kind of deviant, sex obsessed teenage pest, despite what my diary might otherwise suggest. I certainly don’t remember being quite so boy mad and I’m fairly certain I wasn’t so outspoken and opinionated in real life than I seem to be in the safety and privacy of the pages from my teenage diary. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I do. I know it might b a bit of a ‘you had to be there’ thing, but it causes me great amusement and I genuinely hope it does you lot too.
Saturday 25th June
I went into Chippenham and bought a short navy and white dress for this party. It’s exactly a week away. I’m looking forward to it, but I’m also really nervous that when I get there Betty will leave me and I’ll be stuck for 4 hours in a corner on my own. When I go into Chippenham on Monday to get the new Take That single I’m going to get some canvas shoes that strap up the leg to go with the dress. I managed to get about three quarters of the way through my Maths coursework. All I know is that I’ve got to almost finish it by Monday because it’s got to be in by the end of Tuesdays lesson.
Sunday 26th June
Take That were on The Ozone and it showed the video for Love Ain’t Here Any More, and I’m sorry to say it, but it’s really crap as Mark looks like a girl because he’s wearing a dress and his hair looks like Brett Anderson’s from Suede. Played tennis at James Coles park in Chippenham and I’m still as crap as ever, but it was worth going just to see millions of horny boys wearing shorts. I applied fake tan to my arms last night and I woke up this morning only to find lots of orange patches on my arms from where I hadn’t applied it evenly. I’ve done some more Maths coursework, but I’m going to really struggle to get it all done. It’s really quite hard.
Monday 27th June
Bought the sandals today, in navy blue, and I’m not sure whether I like them or not. If I tie them too tightly they make my legs look podgy. I haven’t been able to play the CD as the fuse has gone in the plug of my hifi. This Maths coursework is driving me batty because 1. I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish it in time 2. I’ve got a feeling I haven’t got enough extension work in mine. I’ve just basically stuck to the original task, giving a few rules every now and again. It’s nothing special, but I really deserve a good mark the amount of work I’ve put in.
Tuesday 28th June
Sports Day. I got sun burnt real bad. I don’t know why I put myself through the pain, because the redness never tans so I don’t know why I bother. Anyway, we came 5th in the relay, so I don’t really know why I bothered to do that either. I ran the Macmillan mile with Betty. I’m getting really friendly with her, which is really nice as I like to have a range of friends. Me and Sheila went down the school field and Sally Foster was down there with a few other people from school. She invited us back to her house. Her room is just so nice, I absolutely adore it. It’s got a sofa and everything.
Wednesday 29th June
Sally Foster called round. I hope this isn’t a habit because there’s only so much I can take of her. Sheila has been invited to this party now by Bluebell and she’s in the stages of considering taking someone who’s staying at her house at the weekend. I don’t think she’ll actually go though. Percy hasn’t spoken to me for ages and I can’t say I miss it, in fact I quite like the feeling that he knows that I’m not really on good speaking terms with him. I’m getting the suspicion though that Tommy might be starting to fancy me, because he asked me why I was avoiding him.
Thursday 30th June
It is official, we are going on holiday in the last two weeks of August to Ibiza. I can’t wait, it’s going to be absolutely brilliant and it’s in the highest temperature month, I’m bound to get a tan. Hopefully I’ll get to meet my perfect holiday romance. I sincerely hope so. I think I deserve it, after all I’ve lived all my life a male free zone so far. Mind you I’m hoping maybe that will change when I go to this party on Saturday. I’m just praying that if the police do turn up they don’t turn up at the same time as my Mum because I’ll never be allowed to go to another party again.
Friday 1st July
Rode to Leigh Delamare service station to buy an ice lolly. It’s a real shame that whenever we go there’s never a coachload of footballers or gorgeous boys. Instead we get flipping eight year old scouts. I now have to pay a pound for this party as they need to raise money to pay for the music and DJ. But I mean a pound isn’t anything. I also have to take my ticket so they will let me in, which is a good idea as that allows nobody to gatecrash. Apparently, loads of people from Tetbury are going. I hope one of them takes a shine to me. It’s about time somebody did.
Tune in next week for more insight into the life of a teenage girl (me!) growing up in the 90s.
*names have been changed to protect the not so innocent
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