Di Gi Charat!!

    Ah, my journal.  Y'know, I love writing because it's a great way to get anything that's troubling you off your chest.  It's also a great form of expression.  This is my spot for telling you all the stuff I normally wouldn't tell anyone.  OK, so there are some secrets I wouldn't publish even here - but you can still get a pretty good idea of what my life is like in this section.

March 11, 2003

Not much has happened lately.  I'm just letting you know I'm alive.  Oh yeah, only 11 more days 'til my Caribbean cruise!  Yay!  ^_^

March 4, 2003

Man, I really should've put in some entries earlier, because now I have a long one to write.  Let's see, first:  My best friends are in the Snowriders club at our school, which is a club for skiers and snowboarders.  They went up to Snow Valley, a ski resort, and I tagged along.  I'd never skied or snowboarded before and couldn't decide which one to try.  I thought snowboarding would be cooler, but also harder, because I assumed it was like skateboarding.  Let me assure you, you do NOT want to see me on a skateboard.  It isn't pretty.  Well, I ended up trying snowboarding.  It was nothing like what I'd thought.  I was actually pretty good at it for a beginner.  The instructor had to take my brother down the bunny slope three times before he was good enough to go it alone, but I only had to go down once.  They said I was a natural!  I was even going down the intermediate hill a little.  It's now one of my favorite sports!  I'm going again this weekend.

Yeah, so the next day at school I was playing butts up with the other R's, Ronnie, Richie, and Ricky.  There were these three dorky boys behind us talking and laughing with each other.  The racquetball went past us.  They took it and one put it in his pocket and laughed.  We eventually got him to throw it back (He had a really sissy throw, I couldn't believe how cruddy it was) but then it went past us again.   One kid stopped it and threw it over the fence.  Then, to tease us, they put their hands on the fence and "tried" to climb it, letting their feet slip on purpose.  Then, one had the nerve to come stick his thumb in my face, saying, "Mommy, I have a boo-boo on my fingow.  Kiss it and make it feel better!"  That got me really ticked off, so I grabbed his thumb, deciding whether or not I should bend it back.  He yelled to his friends, "Help guys!  She's trying to hold my hand!"  By then I was furious.  I grabbed him by the jacket collar and beat him up.  Literally, he was on the ground crying, "Let me go!  let me go!  Let me go!"  His friends came over, obviously embarrassed to see their friend get beat up by a girl. They teased me for a little bit, so I just stared at them as a sort of threat (I still had the other kid's collar in my hand as he was on the ground.  They simply told me immaturely, "If you look at us you like us!"  I rolled my eyes.  Whatever.  The first kid, still crying, was annoying me, so I let him go, and the three of them ran off.

Today they were back.  One of them took the ball and ran around the ball wall with it laughing,  I chased after him, and he didn't realize I was following him.  (I run freakin' fast.)  He turned around, saw me, and said, *drum roll please* "Shnizzle".  Yes, shnizzle.  Sorry, but that's pathetic.

Anywho, I've been suffering from depression for a while, but I'm getting through it!  I wrote down all the things that have been troubling me and burned the paper in a sacrifice to God.  Plus, to day I'm getting a (real life) journal so I can write down all the good things that happen to me.  I'm hoping that that should make me more optimistic.

Oh yeah, I hadn't talked to my crush (who my friends call Mr. Stars) in the longest time, but today I did and it felt awesome!  Just had to say that.  C yaz!

February 27, 2003

This is my first entry.  In fact, the site is'nt even up yet.  It's late.  My uncle's over and is talking with my parents in the living room.  My little brother is using the PS2.  What a surprise.  His face is always in front of a screen.  I mean even more than mine is.

There's not much to say in this entry as my life's been pretty boring lately.  Oh yeah, I'm entering a Manga contest at howtodrawmanga.com.  Cross your fingers!  Another thing:  My English teacher is having the class write pen pal letters to soldiers in Kuwait.  That's pretty cool; usually she's (shudders) evil.  My letter was pretty long and boring.  Oh well, hopefully the Marine who reads it will enjoy it somehow.