Sunday, June 3, 2001 - 05:52 p.m.
I was cooking spaghetti this afternoon, and then my dad called. After talking for a couple of minutes, he handed the phone over to my mother. I was talking to her for a while, and then my mom started asking the typical mom-questions: "Have you been eating? What kinds of stuff have you been eating lately?"...... And then I remembered that my pasta was still cooking!!!! I ran to the stove and what greeted me was a pot full of pale noodles which swelled up to the size of earthworms in diameter... T_T; There goes my dinner...
I will probably be moving soon, both in real life and my website. *eyes the strange freespeech line at the bottom of my html files*
Saturday, June 2, 2001 - 03:49 p.m.
When I first got this blog, my sister said to me it was very unlike me to get one. I have always been the type to start a diary and then get bored with it and stop writing after a couple of days/weeks/months... She was probably right, since I haven't written in this one for almost a week already.... T_T;
The only "real" diary I have kept is probably the one I started when I was nine and wrote in spontaneously until I was about thirteen. I only filled about three-fourths of all the pages. The first part was mainly about fights with my sister and confrontations with a nasty classmate. They were mostly half-page entries going on and on about meaningless stuff (to me now, but they were very important to a fourth-grader). My fifth-grade entries got a little more interesting, because that was when I had my first love. I have this urge to scream every time I read my ten-year-old entries. "Debbie and Anna and Destiny and Linda all like Tom!!* [then in really tiny letters] I like him too! [then in big bold letters with a arrow pointing to the previous sentence] DON'T READ!!!" T_T;; For some reason, I didn't write in it for a while after my fifth-grade year, and resumed writing when I was in middle school. Again, mostly about the boy I liked. Utterly embarrassing. I have to burn this diary some day before I die...
*Names have been altered for protection of privacy