So, I'm installing Photoshop on my brother's laptop and have nothing better to do right now than write a journal entry. Let's see. Hmmm. So I'm working on a picture of a dragon at the moment, for my good friend Xannon. He is fond of dragons, in a purely sexual way.

I'm also starting my graphics course soon, in a weeks time in fact. It should very be very cool. I'm looking forward to it. At this point I'm beginning to wonder why I'm writing this. It's what has always puzzled me about journals and diaries. I mean, for whose benfit am I writing this? I already know all this stuff. I don't think I'm going to need to remember these specific incidents in my life down the track either. I'm also not the sort of person who looks back at what they've writen in the distant about themselves for a sense of nostaligia. I'm just not sentimental like that.

Is that what diaries are about people? To look back at what you've written and go 'awww'? Or to laugh at what poor grammer and spelling you had? Perhaps it's a problem I have. Perhaps I have low and unhealthy level of self-obsession. Whenever I had to do journals or self-reflections at school I always hated it. I just don't understand the point. Still, I'll go through the motions for the sake of conformity.

Well, photoshop's installed. Byeeee!