Yeah, so this is my first entry on this new diary thing...I guess I sound pretty ignorant calling it a "diary" or a "thing", but really, this is more like an online journal...you know, diaries are usually very privately-kept tattery paperbacks, and let's face it - this is not at all private nor paper. Meh. Today was cool. I bought a pink belt at a girl's clothing store, which is probably one of the coolest things I've ever purchased, because I'm a guy...and the comments have been interesting. Like, a lot of people might thing is's too 'feminine' of a guy to wear a dual-pronged baby-pink belt that was MADE for girls to wear, but you know, I love pink and purple, and it's really hot, so you know, I just splurged and bought it. (And yes, I just said splurged'.) Alliteration aside (:P), it's ... cool. And then I got some REALLY sweet jeans for a sweet price, and some polos and yeah...money well spent. I'm an impulse shopper, which is good for the shopping industry I suppose, because really all that's needed to sell me on something is a flashy display and a scantily-clad attractive female "sales representative" to tell me 'Oh, you look really good in that'. Lol...but honestly, I really am impulsive...and I'd pass on the scantily-clad attrative sales representitive...you know, I DO have a girlfriend who's more than enough to satisfy my eyes and heart, so well....yeah. Anyhow, I really do feel like I could just go on forever, and well, it's interesting because I COULD theoretically be talking to one person or a million people, depending on how many people read this...and even moreso, I'm hypothetically talking to people I don't even know, that is, if anybody even ends up reading this. I'm going away for the weekend, and I guess it'll be a change, because I won't work again for a while, but you know, it's bad missing out on the money I WOULD have made, and I miss my girlfriend, and it's kind-of a weird situation because as SOON as I get back, she will have left for *5 DAYS* juuust before I got back....bad timing on my part. But like I say, I'll survive...it's not a lifetime...plus I don't want to come off as one of those obsessive boyfriend-type peoples, because those are just as annoying as ones who don't care at all, and, well, finding a median I guess is the ultimate goal--but hey, doesn't everybody want to be a good boyfriend? (Excluding the females?) It's interesting how nobody can ever be perfect, yet nobody wants to be perfect...and you might be asking yourself, "how is this interesting if nobody wants anything they can't have anyways?" Well..the thing is, nobody WANTS to be perfect, beacuse they'd have to live up to the expectation of being a geniunely perfect person...but on the other hand, nobody can ever be perfect, which really brings a lot of people down, because they KNOW that they WANT to be ALLLLMOST perfect (but not to the point of expectation) but at the sime time know they never can, which means they won't try, which leads to people being the exact opposite of perfect...which of course, would be the cause for everybody not caring about being good (or bad, for that matter) anymore. Understood? Well...I'm not explaining that any other way...it makes sense to me in the least. There's nothing else on my mind right now, so I better stop talking, because nobody likes a chatterbox. I, for one, would hate to read somebody who writes in my style, because personally I would not like that kind of personality :P...but hey, what can I do about it? ttyl -brady