My name is Alana, and I’ve been writing in a diary for as long as I can remember. I started in 1993 when I was eight years old and kept writing up until I was 28 in early 2014. I didn’t write every single day, but I acquired plenty of diary entries over those 20 years that I thought would be fun to share. I decided to start a blog and post each diary entry online, no matter how boring or mortifying they might be. To make things a little more interesting, I also add photos and include present-day commentary where I provide explanations, observations, or simply poke fun at my younger self.
My 20 Year Diary
Life, Humor, 90s
The purpose of my blog is two-fold: to provide entertainment/humor/nostalgia and to be relatable to kids growing up. My short term goal for the blog is to post diary entries on a daily basis, keep people entertained, and continue to grow & reach as many people as possible. My long term goal is to hopefully work with a literary agent and have it published someday.
FACTS ABOUT ALANA HITCHELL
What was the last book you read without skipping any pages?
The Reason I Jump by Naoki Higashinda, which was written by a 13-year-old Japanese boy who has autism. I’ve read a lot about autism, but this book is very unique because it’s a first-person narrative of what it’s like to be autistic.
What is the most random thing you’ve ever watched all the way through on Netflix?
I’ve watched lots of random things all the way through on Netflix, but probably the most random would be I Think We’re Alone Now – a documentary about two men who are totally obsessed with the singer, Tiffany, from the 80’s. It’s humorous, yet disturbing at the same time.
What’s your favorite 80s or 90s memory?
There are so many wonderful memories from the 90’s, but in general, I miss the days before cell phones became prevalent. I’m not a fan of being tied to my phone and always expected to provide an immediate response to every text, call, email, social media message, etc. It was nice to be free from all of that and just live life without interruptions. If my friends wanted to get ahold of me, their only option was to call the house phone, which was much more enjoyable than receiving a text message.
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