A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Tuesday, 4 May 1999
4 May 1999
This morning I made a great card for a friends birthday, using a character from the comic QueerNation. Tasha loved it, which was all the mattered. And I am slowly getting quite good at the cartoon female form. I also made Tash a great present out of some satin-acetate roses, a jingle bell and a plastic potted plant. I feel like quite an artist (yes that was an invitation for you to laugh and point).
Then this afternoon I had an organic synthesis lab. Lets just say this, the desired product was a fine white powder, i got something the resembled marmite. Talk about not fair. As it had been going really well till the final recrystallization.
Now I am home working on my web page and watching Metro (which is terrible), I think I might have to borrow "The Princess Bride" off Bex and watch it again one day soon, coz I LOVE that movie.
Hmmmmm, I'm thinking maybe I should write an entry in my password protected encrypted word diary, i haven't written in it at all for months, and before i got the internet I used to write quite a lot in it. Though admittedly now i would probably shame myself out if i read it. i have a nasty feeling it is mainly just a list off all the many crushes I have had.
Anyways, I should go find something real to do, like a chem report. BTW: Northanger Abbey isn't actually that bad a book, the first 150 pages suck, but the last 50 almost make up for it.
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