From Michael's computer to yours! If you've read my other stuff you can probably guess that, oh wow, it's most likely going to be fluffy. Romance. The whole deal. And hopefully you'll laugh too, and if you don't and think this whole thing is just REALLY stupid, well, then WHY ARE YOU READING IT? AHA! There you go. So you WANT to read it.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Michael or any other things in this story (but I SURE wouldn't mind owning Michael! )
December 5, Entry 1, 11 PM
You know, I never really expected myself to do something like this. Go out of my way to start a journal, I mean. Actually, if you ask me, it's kind of unmasculine to do such a thing. I mean, come ON. I'm risking my reputation here, if someone found this.
Not that I have a reputation to risk.
I'm hoping maybe the fact that I'm using my computer to write down my inner most thoughts instead of scrawling in a journal will distract from the unmasculine-ness of this whole situation. In fact, I think maybe I will end up abandoning this whole thing eventually anyway, and then when I turn on my computer one day in ten years or whatever it will just be sitting there and I can be all, "Hey ho, would you look at that, I totally forgot about this thing, ha, ha, ha," and then I will proceed to read it and remember why I abandoned it in the first place.
Which is why I think I should take a moment to simply say a few things about myself, including a few that I would really rather NOT say, even though this is just a computer and has no thoughts or feelings of its own. So, therefore, it cannot make fun of me. Ahem. YOU, computer, cannot make fun of me. You have been loyal to me in the past, so I think I can trust you. Probably. Oh, man. I'm losing it. I think I just pledged myself to my computer. Too bad Mia has a boyfriend and probably thinks I'm a complete LOSER. Because if she didn't, I could pledge myself to HER instead (no offense) and I wouldn't be here pathetically pledging myself to a machine.
Ok. There's one thing. I'm sort of kind of maybe in love with my little sister's best friend, Mia.
Oh crap. Did I just say- er, type- LOVE? See, this is what happens when you're in the computer club and you have almost no friends and every popular person you come across in the hallways (or anywhere) gives you the 'loser' look.
YOU END UP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOUR LITTLE SISTER'S BEST FRIEND.
That is what happens. And of course, your little sister's best friend turns out to be the Princess of Genovia and already has a boyfriend and probably thinks you're a freak who walks around with his shirt off all the time and has never gotten anything below an A in school.
Not that I mind liking her. I mean, she's really nice and... well, there really aren't any words to describe her. OK. I can feel my dignity seeping out my ears, now. Pull yourself together, Moscovitz.
If only I could get Kenny away from her... The closest I can even GET to her is when I'm tutoring her during G&T with Algebra...
Wait. I lost my train of thought. Ok. Back on track. What was I saying? Oh, yes. About myself.
There's not much. I pretty much described myself in a nutshell just now. Actually, I just really don't like talking about myself all that much. I guess you can kind of see why.
Maybe one day Mia will pop her head out of her journal and realize that Kenny is the wrong guy for her and...
STOP. THINKING. ABOUT. MIA.
My first journal entry, and all I can talk about is... her. I'm telling you, this thing won't last long unless something really interesting happens to me soon. Because my life is just too boring. I think Lilly would strongly agree with that.
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