I've been wondering when I would actually start this journal. I decided that it being the new year would be a good reason, but the fact that nothing worthwhile happend on the first kinda defeated the purpose. Not like anything much happened today.

I'm not super religious, but I go to church with my family every week. Today I was there, and father said,"The best is yet to come, for every one of you." I wondered how the best could still come for those of us who were 92 as well as those of us who were 13. How could he know that no one had had their best yet? I think it sounded good, so that's part of why he said it. But for some reason, it was one of those things that I have to think about. And what could the best be? What would happen to every single person in that church? Death. So, maybe death isn't really as scary as I thought.

You know, I have a normal diary too. I would never let anyone read that. Why is it though, that I am so much more theological and eloquent in here? Maybe it's because I have to impress all you people! *s*

I hope you don't think I'm depressed. Death is not my usual subject. But I like to seem like I have a mind, which I do. And having a mind is quite different from having a brain. If you'd like to know why, I can tell you, but I'm sure most of you know. I guess it comes with liking to write poetry. Oh well.

Right now, I'm actually worried about subdirectories, of all things. Should I make a subdirectory for all these journal entries? Those messages that come up before you do something you think is perfectly fine really freak me out. You know, you open a program or click a button innocently, and then this message pops up saying,"Are you sure you'd like to do this? It may affect the files you have stored on your disk." Excuse me, but I was sure before you had to go and make me unsure. But enough of my ramblings for today.


Forever Always,

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