My computer does not like Diaryland. My computer has a deep hatred for Diaryland. Diaryland and my computer jst don't agree on certain aspects of society and daily life.

My computer shuts down if I spend too much time on Diaryland. It will not speak to me. No matter how many pleas of "oh, beauteous computer, I have worked so hard on that entry, please let me keep it?" I throw at it, it will freeze up just as I am reaching for the "done!" button.

And I, never learning my lesson, don't have the common sense to write my entries on Notepad, like countless others do in order to save their brilliance in case of website/hardware disagreements. I am an idiot.

Also I've been reluctant to update because there were way too many questions running around in my head, and writing them all out was a daunting task I didn't dare overtake. Lets just say my friend mandy was the cause of much of this reflection and for this, I have only thanks.

Last time I wrote (yes, over a week ago), I had an unhealthy addiction to the boy. Has that changed? Not really. But through much thought and conversation, I managed to get a lot less self-conscious about our whole relationship. Which lead to our first out-of-school date on Friday.

We went to see “50 First Dates”, which we have both already seen, but the only real purpose this served was that since the movie has been out for at least a month now, we were practically alone in a dark movie theater in incredibly comfortable chairs.

Needless to say that although the movie was G-rated, the action off-screen was not. Seeing as experience-wise I’m quite the rookie, I don’t know if we went too far, but it didn’t feel like it was too far, too fast, so I think that’s what counts. I’d tell you what happened, but I’m strangely uncomfortable describing it (the same kind of strangeness as say, sex-ed), and I won’t go through all that first/second/third base mumbo-jumbo that I don’t even understand.

When I came home I felt an increased level of skankitude, but not that bad oh-no-what-have-I-done skank. More like feeling sexy, trying on all my short skirts and dancing in front of the mirror skank. I felt good slutty, if that’s even possible.

Saturday was my cegep piano audition. It was stressful, but I got through it. Although I don’t want to jinx it, I’m 97% sure I’m going to be accepted. The judge told me I had a good tone, and the registration lady told me I got a pretty good mark in music theory. I’m semi-confident about the other exams, and I really hope they don’t leave me hanging for weeks.

Saturday night I went to my sister’s and realized that it’s still fun to hang out and watch movies and pig out with her, even if she’s moved out. Sunday, I stressed about how much homework I had to do and then proceeded to procrastinate my way to an all-night extravaganza. Monday I was exhausted.

Also over the weekend I made quite a name for myself in the forums at some guy’s website. I registered as schmuck and proceeded to blast everyone in sight. People I’ve been going to school with for the past ten years. People I hate. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, but it was fun, and although I’m now hated by some, I got props from many people upon returning to school about how I put them in their place.

And of course this will all blow over in a week or so, so there is only positive sides to this. I got to release some tension and there will barely be repercussions.

And today, I realized that the boy will stand up for me if the need arises. Because although he cares about what people think much more than I do, if someone has a problem with me then they have a problem with him. It was a strange damsel-in-distress/knight-in-shining-armor kind of situation, but it was cute, and enjoyable at the time.

That was slightly exhausting. Must remember to update more often. Now I will go back to reading a book about a sixteen year old girl that is so exactly like me it's eery. Both the author of this book and the writers of the hit WB series Everwood are stealing my life story to use as material and I am seriously considering suing.

By the way, seriously, if someone can explain to me what the bases mean, I think it’s really lacking in my education and I don’t want to feel like an idiot anymore. Please guestbook me.