11 February 2002 - 12:36 a.m.

It makes me anxious when people tell me they read this. I am not sure why ... because obviously the point of it is so I can rant, and other people can read my ranty-ness. The problem is that then I censor myself. I do not rant about the REALLY good stuff and the really bad stuff because I am afraid someone will read it who will tell the cause of the good or badness.

Also, it is bizarre when the people do not know you so much ... and are getting their whole impression of you from your online diary. Rick, for instance, whom I met through the Crummy Web Page (See Katie #2 on my list of favourite diaries) is a nice boy ... but all he knows about me is that I am ranty and full of girly-angst when he reads my diary! That is sad!

I am feeling the need to make my diary more cheery and entertaining. The Slow Kid Crash told me he started to read it ... but got depressed. No good at all.

I shall update anyhow. I went on a platonic date with Garrett last night so we would feel better about the contact we have to have onstage. Ian came along too. Garrett is a very nice little boy. He gets points for being very polite last night.

Other boys, however, frustrate me. I do not understand them at all. There is a particular issue which is hurting my soul so much. I shall not expand too much because it would take ages and ages to explain the whole situation.

On the brighter side, Ellen is marvelous.

That is all for now.

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