*insert witty title here* March 27, 2002 - 12:04 p.m.

I realized something. I'm always leery of writing about something that's irritating me. Yeah, I do it anyhow, but I also hold back quite a bit. Just imagine how many more annoying posts you'd have to skip over if I didn't. But I figured, I don't want every entry in here to be of me whining.

Then it dawns on me. Um... this is a diary. Yeah, you know... those tiny books with the plastic locks that girls write in when they're 12. And, if by some chance they feel indulged enough to continue keeping it in their later teens, what's it mainly consist of? Either He's soooooo dreamy! I love him! or God! I hate my parents so much!! I wish they would just leave me alone! Okay, quick lesson. You know that latter one... yeah... that's called whining.

So, bearing in mind the intentions of the original diary concept, I'm not going to hold back. As much. But, I'm not starting right now, because I am COMPLETELY out of it. I think sleep is in order at some point today.

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