My Diary

Dec. 27, 2002
My life, where do I begin? Birth? Nah, too long, too boring. But with things that have been going on here lately? Damn. My life is anything but boring. My cousin came to stay with us at the beginning of term. My mom thinks my cousin is making me disrespect her. My dad…well I guess my dad is sort of cool. He wants to go skiing with me but my mom says it costs too much and that we are also going to Las Vegas at the end of January. Pretty cool aye? Yea really. Right now I’m sitting here on Dec. 27 2002 writing this at 12:47 am, being bored because dad took the computer. And really, what did he think I was going to do? Download porn? Hehe. Seriously though, why do they have to be so uptight all the time? Before they had me did they take “How and what you should do to annoy your kids” course? Sometimes I feel like I just want to turn into the wind and aimlessly float around and away to unknown places where I can find solitude. I was just thinking what would happen to this if I ever published it. A book? Of course. But what kind of book? And if I did, what would I call it. ‘My life’? ‘A book about me’? ‘Swept away in a tide of emotion’? I sorta like that last one. It sounds nice. I don’t really think its book material though. I wonder what makes me write all this stuff. Right now its raining outside. I love rain, so sleek and nice. Falling through the sky. It makes me think of two people I know. Christine and Lucy. I go to school with christine