What a day to start this off

This is my first entry. I could write for hours because I love talking and I love it even more when it's in writing. I'm constantly writing. I write letters to my friends, I write journal entries for myself, and journal entries for my teachers. I write blog entries and then I write articles. Sometimes I get tired of it, but then I keep writing anyway.

What's going on in my life besides writing? I'm reading The Catcher In the Rye and of course I love it. I'm sure I'm not alone, it's a big damn classic. Holden is so great and humble and honest. Whether or not he knows it, and I'm sure he doesn't, but he is superior. He is intellegent and modest, he is kind and generous, he is self aware, and he is observant of others as well - but not in a judgemental way. Besides his anger and bitterness, he is a damn good person. I wish I could be a good person. I try, but sometimes it's just easier to fall into temptation.

I wish this thing had spell check.

My mom is a little crazy. Today she wanted to admit herself into a pysch ward and she was serious. It bothered me a little. I should've been sad but somehow I was only angry. What a drama queen, I kept thinking. Right beside that thought was the shame and guilt of thinking that thought.

I didn't play any guitar today. Tomorrow there will be no time, and the day after that also no time. That seems so silly. There's always time for music, yes? I wanted to practice some Calculus today but I got home and I just slept. I wasted six hours sleeping. I sleep more than anyone I know. And I know some sleepy people. I swear there's something wrong with me.

OK. That's it for now.

I really like this thing. But it freaks me a little that other people might read this. Might. Maybe.