Sunday, November 19, 2006
#2: THE FIRST REASON
"...i plan to use it as an angst, joy, whatever outlet..."
man, diaries are old.
see, i keep this diary. i had it since second year high school. they had it since marie pratchett wrote her daily life in parchment. don't blame yourself if you don't know her, though. Hell, i don't know her either. i just made her up. actually, the first journal is drawn. carved, actually. who else but by the cavemen from long ago. But it's history 101. You don't want to venture into THAT.
speaking of which, my diary do have some history in it. normally, you buy your own journal. but this one was given to me by a special friend. more on her later.
this diary is a cool diary. its cover has a 3-dimensional feel in it, if you know what i mean. Of course you don't. Well i'll show you later. By picture of course. i don't want to have my secrets divulged, do i? It even has a name: Diario. And i've been writing on it ever since. At first i write to it daily. But now, as you diary-keepers could relate to, i sort of forgot to write sometimes. now i rarely write at all. only at times when i feel so strongly about something do i write. i write the most when i am angry, i think. whoa, count the words with the rootword "write". oops, eight.
this diary had served its purpose. it has become some sort of a channel, some outlet for teen angst. And believe me, if i count how many times i had those angsty moods and turn them into days when i write, i would have written the history of mankind. okay, now it's ten.
but now i seem to be either too busy or too lazy to write. and so i type. ha!
wow, journalism has gone a long way, from cave walls, to papyrus scrolls, to diaries, and now, to e-journals. of course, i would still write on that sentimental value-laden diary i'm talking about earlier, but that's for more personal things now. for the rest, it's the e-journal. for casual tete-a-tetes, this blog is tops. thank God for the japanese. or the americans. or whoever. lucky us.
marie pratchett would have killed to have this technology. too bad. start writing on those papyrus, baby.
last count's thirteen. i should freak out, i guess.
it got me home
6:39 AM
