Dear Diary, My name is Glark the Epic. Pleased to meet you, I'm sure. I really hope we become good friends - after all, you're my diary, and it would be most awkward if we did not get along.
My real identity is irrelevant! All you need to know, dearest log of my soul, is that I am a teenaged female. Now, don't go thinking, 'Oh, crap! I'm going to be the journal of some weepy, angsting bag of hormones!' I know you were thinking that. Really, that's rude. I'll have you know that I'm going to refrain from writing soppy, lovesick rants in your pages, diary.
At the present, it is very late - 11:27 pm. Oh, how very naughty of me, diary! Especially since I am well aware that I must awaken early tomorrow, as we are going to visit my dear older sister, who is graduating from college. Ah, well, it is a long and boring journey, so I suppose I may as well sleep in the car. For that matter, I might sleep through the boring speeches that the school officials are sure to make. My sister will not mind; she wished to skip the ceremony herself! What a way to spend a summer's Saturday: cooped up in a large room with lots of people listening to the droning words of someone with too much self-importance.
Oh, but I grow so weary at the thought of it, diary! In fact, I feel as if I might just go to bed. I think I shall. Till the next time I write in you, my dear confidant! ~Glark the Epic
Glark the Epic · Sat Jul 19, 2008 @ 04:34am · 0 Comments |