August 23 2002
So, here’s the deal. I have to write in this stupid journal. I have to because it’s an assignment. It’s an assignment that’s 10% of my grade. For English 2A Honors. I’m a sophomore now, why would anybody actually think that I would write in here. Why would I want to write some stupid diary like a 10 year old? So that some time in the future people could find it and reminisce about the old days? Or maybe I could pass it on to my daughter or something. Yeah, she would just love that. I can just imagine it now:
Me...(age: 30 something) Here honey, why don’t you read my diary and find out about all the shit I did when I was your age?
Daughter…(age:15 ) Wow! Thanks mom! I would really like to spend my time reading about your stupid life.
Aw gee, didn’t that conversation go well? I mean seriously, if my mother gave me her diary, I’m not so sure I’d want to read it. I mean, what if she talks about sex. Ew...insert shudder here. But I guess it’s better to actually write something significant instead of bitching and moaning about why I don’t want to write in this stupid journal. Because I don’t. Remember I’m only writing in here because I have to. And what do I have to write? Absolutely nothing. Except that I am the Queen of the world!! Haha, erm, sorry, I couldn’t help it. Smiles sheepishly. I got to get gone now. Peace.
-Trami
