...And the whole world loves it when you make that sound.

This week is going to be the best! The Pop Explosion is so close, I can't wait. I want to have some sort of get-together before some of the shows. I want to drink and see people.

I hope some of this drama blows over.

I don't think people realise the degree in which words affect other people. Documenting negative experiences or even first names is generally a bad idea, espicially when it's on the internet. When I was in grade 9, my mom read my diary. Needless to say, she discovered that her fourteen year old daughter was doing drugs, drinking alcohol, kissing boys, and sneaking out. I mean, all of these aspects are common denominators that link teenage girls together, that's why we did it; it was what made us feel alive. Anyways, after this happened I sword off writing anything other than Math tests and English assignments for years--I was too scared of someone being exposed to my thoughts. Looking back, the way I felt was innocent, it was typical teenage angsty, lusty, juvinille throughts that were the very core of my lame ways of revealing them (drinking, kissing, gossiping, judging). None of what I did was wrong, I pre-judged myself based on the intrusion of my Mother. Really, she had violated my diary, what a bitch. Months later, I discovered that the entry my mother read was describing my hatred for her, it blantantly attacked her concern for her daughter.

All of this is pointless, it's rhetorical crap. But what is behind these words is the assertion that what is documented is irreversible.

People always assume that things are private, it reminds me of the time that I actually thought my friends still thought I was a virgin. Boy, was I naive. For every person that you believe knows something, I can guarentee that 5 more are just as aware.