R.J.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened today. It's the first day of classes here in the Philippines, my first day as a third year college student, and there were no professors today. NOT ONE of them went to any of my class after I made an effort to show up. But they were there. I mean, I saw a lot of classes going on with their professors right there, but nobody showed up in mine. Just how fucked up is that? I was kidding. I didn't mean any of that. Of course, I love doing nothing. Haha. Did the planets all lined up or something? I must have done something right to have this kind of day while the others all suffer in their classrooms. I saw a few of my acquaintances. Talked a little with some, ate with some, walked around the campus with some... but after a few hours of doing nothing, it got boring. Yeah, a boring day it was what with nothing at all to really spark any excitement. The day merely postponed the inevitable "first day" for me. So there. A few words about how the day went on my side of the planet... which basically told you nothing.

Haha. Wibby, I mean Raccoon, no problem. I'll bring my rattiest shoes here for you to shit on, I mean in, anytime you want.

I'm also wondering about that. I can see it in my monitor but it's kinda highlighted or something and your name isn't included with the ones who made a comment. Even your latest comment (this one) is the same. **checking my shoes**Why did you do that IN my shoes? Now I have to walk around barefoot... and that's more dangerous because you're not the only one who left their droppings here.

Yo Camy,Not to brag, but my handwriting's always been good. A lot of my classmates even suspected I was gay before because I write like a girl. I set them straight, don't worry.-----Heya Raccoon,I actually detailed in my journal what I would do if ever I catch who's going through it. Stephen King would be put to shame. Hehe. I don't mean any of it, I swear. But I guess, I could never erase that from my journalMy age? I'm in my last year of being a teenager, and it makes me feel quite old. -----Hey Des,"I'm in, Love."I like you already!

A blog. Yes, kind of like a diary. Except I choose to make this one public. And if you're wondering, I do keep a diary in my room. Secretly That thick notebook would get me in a world of trouble if someone ever manage to read a page of it. I'm into my second notebook now actually. I started Christmas of 2006 and I only missed two days because I was burning with a fever. It helped me a lot. It was where I vented all of my frustrations. It was where I cursed, cried, screamed, ranted, went ballistic, and laughed my heart out. There was only a little more than five months recorded in that notebook, but I never knew a lot of things could happen in only that span of time. Or maybe I just really have an eventful year this time around. Still, when I read that notebook, I couldn't help but chastise myself for not starting sooner. It took a New Year's resolution to actually make me sit down and just write what went on during the day, although I did start earlier by a few days. Just excited I guess. I wonder what would happen if someone finds out about that notebook. They would find out how much I resent my parents, how much I think the weather (yeah, boring) is really getting hotter than hell these days, they would find out how I have a death wish on one of my former professors. Please, the world doesn't need him. And they would find out how confused I am with my feelings for my best friend. You must be thinking 'uh oh, here it comes.' But I really am confused. A lot of stories would tell me that I'm in love, but how would I know what love is? I have never been serious with anyone before. A lot of times I ask myself if I love him but the only answer I could come up with was 'I don't know.' Not yes. Not no. But I don't know. Got sidetracked there for a while. I was talking about the damn notebook. A lot of people would probably hate me if that notebook would ever become public because I wrote my feelings about them as I honestly could. It's not supposed to be known anyway, after all, it's a private property. It's just that recently, I have reason to believe that someone is going through the things in my room including that notebook. Or maybe I'm just a little paranoid. But I did wrote in that notebook, "I hope whoever other than me is reading this would fall down the stairs." So far, nobody has.

Cole, The free laugh would do for a welcome. Keep it up (the free laughs)! ------- Graeme, Witty poodle that was. I wonder where you guys get those . DOn't tell me though, I might forsake this forum for them. Hehe Rad

Hey Cole! That was so funny. LMAO More of those please!