First journal entry. I am feeling neglected. I just joined this online literature forum, but no one seems to be paying attention to my posts. I've been going over the site again and again for hours and hours and yet some of my posts still read "0 replies." Who wouldn't feel stupid to see that? Especially when the others are going round with more than one thousand replies attached to their posts!!! OK, say they've been around for a long time, or that they're the pros... but, hello!!! what's the difference? mine's been sitting around there for hours getting viewed by some seven people and yet...!!! My cell phone has been ringing. For quite a long time I have been trying to figure out how many messages my inbox can hold. I don't even know how I ever managed to see my inbox teeming with messages I was never used to keep before. Now that it's full, I don't think I'm seeing the reason why I should delete them when I myself know they're nothing but useless trash. Toot-toot, toot-toot. That's how the Nokia 6070 sounds, only more "realistic." It's polyphonic, you see, just like today's normal phones are supposed to be. Toot-toot, toot-toot. 1 message received. I have availed for that unlimited texting service again. ohh, dear unlimited text... you have saved my life millions of times. ohh, dear unlimited text... you have risked my life billions of times. ohh, dear unlimited text... i love you... i venerate you... i NEED you... crazy. Yup, that's me. i haven't been listening to my favorite Blue October, MCR and Rivermaya tracks very often anymore, ever since we moved. I haven't been reading much of my science books, either, which I think is good, I could certainly use a break; but it makes my dad agitated, and I don't think I care. I said I would study, but I never said they could force me to study!!! arrgh! Parents! And now my mom's poking her nose into my world fussing around on how I'm not studying and saying it like, "you'd better start now or else!!! Nice one, world! Here's the bad news: This is just... totally... truly... amazing!!! The good news is, I've learned to ignore them. Especially her. I mean, my mom. Even though she may be just around here, although not looking. She's too busy to. You don't need to mind her when she's talking on the telephone and rushing so much jobs. She'll totally forget what she's said to you earlier and be nice to you afterwards. My dad's a different case, though. He's such a fanatic of giftedness, and I really don't know why. All he talks about are grades, grades, grades... excellent marks in school... acceleration... blah, blah, BLAH... no offense, Dad, but I'm really getting sick of it... I am sooo in love with Dave... only I don't know of any guy whose name is Dave. I've done everything and the quest is almost over. I love him. All I have to do now is find him. And you know what's really fun? Holding that Nokia phone and watching it vibrate... "Battery Low." I take the charger and plug it into the phone's charging socket... And for some reason I feel veeeery AWESOME.