As They Say - (Revised) - 1. Entry 1+2

2nd May, 1991

I don't know why Eli is such a dick; that was such a down-low thing to do. I didn't punch that weird kid from town—the one with the bubbling snot or greasy hair... honest.

Why can't my Mam just accept the facts, her son is not guilty all the time?

Another topic worth talking about is that downright manky smell that farmers are spraying all over the fields. They have no consideration for somebody like me, who has a sense of smell. I wish the slurry season could pass quicker so things can go back to normal.

I haven't got much else to talk about today, so I'll just leave it there.

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3rd May, 1991 - Part 1

That cold and callous alarm clock has no mercy on my soul. Why are early mornings even a thing? It's not like I'm in a hurry to go anywhere; I'm on summer holiday. Thank god for summer; I'm not sure who invented it, but I'm happy that Ireland gets them. Well... the two weeks equivalent to a vacay that hotter countries get.

Did I mention I'm Irish? Nooo? Well, now, you know. So, I guess this is my sixth diary... Wait... sixth journal. Diary sounds embarrassing. I know what you're thinking; what happened to the other five? In truth, I believe those diaries (journals) are downright embarrassing. Maybe in the future, I'll clue you in on my life after this journal, but as far as the previous five go, forget it. I was like super dumb and too little to understand half of the stuff I wrote about. Not to mention my scabby handwriting.

So, if someone were ever to find this book on a desert island like in pirate movies, I want to say, I'm Adam. Adam Walsh.

Just to kill your curiosity, if you have made it this far, I'm 14. I'm an average height for my age, but not huge like you see some of those kids like 6'5 in the US who play basketball.

I'm closer to 5'5, and that's just an estimate. Who has time to measure their height? I do, apparently, but not so often. I presume I'll get taller eventually, but for now, I'm stuck at 5'5.

I have blue eyes. Mam once said that I could end a war with my striking gaze. That remains to be seen, but then again, I don't want to experience conflict. That's a cruel fate. In war, nobody wins; you will be hunted down like a dog for no good reason.

Didn't some guy say that it's like a quote? I know I've read it somewhere. But just like always, my brain takes in the lesser important information.

I have chores to do today, ugh, the effort. It's like a punishment from all the adults. They try and come at us from all sides; they tell us we have to go to school, and they repress us with chores. There are even restrictions on who I choose for friends and what time I have to be home.

Adults should be grateful I'm cleaning up after them. Every time I hear an old person brag about how my generation is off the rails, I roll my eyes. I had problems getting out of bed to write this; it's early, so you should be appreciative if you're still reading (Pirate.)

Okay, I know I'm getting cheeky; I like it.

Is that weird? My friend Carl said that to me the other day. I'm getting very sarcastic. Who wants to get out of bed on summer vacation? Can you blame me?

Okay, I dragged this out long enough. I need to get a shower and get dressed so that I can start my day.

Emm effort,

Adam