I've been planning to begin a writ of a more formal and official journal for some time, hopefully successfuly examining everyday phenomenons, or perhaps simply everyday going-ons. Perhaps both, perhaps neither. Perhaps far out into the future or back in the past. Anyhow, I hope to expand my mind through a journal, and keep it somewhere secure. Deviantart, however small privacy I will receive from posting an entry on there, is secure, and that is the key word. N'est pas privacy.

Moving on, anyone who has read thus far has wasted their time. I must leave to be picked up at the cinnamon brown bench out by the bright red bricks of the Public Library. My mom will pull up shortly. Once again, this has been a complete waste of time, and I agree that I should have started this twenty minutes ago.