A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
July 19, 2002 A friend of mine created his very own Stories.com account. He went to my portfolio, reviewing one of my poems and this journal anonymously. Both recieved a single star along with insulting comments about "self pity" and my sleeping habits. I later found out it was him. The same person who was asking me to go way out on a limb for him by giving him information on hacking Hotmail accounts (information which I neither use nor plan on giving to anyone). He says my poetry makes him angry. I didn't make him read it, so it shouldn't matter to him. It makes me mad because his comments weren't fair to me either. And it took him forever to respond when I faced him about it. Coward. He's so bold to do that, then hides behind a mask of anonymity and experiences a lack of words when approached openly. His point was that I take it too seriously. I told him if it wasn't serious, he would take it back. Yeah right. I recieved no response from him after that. First of all, my poetry is released emotions into words. If how I feel automatically means I'm pitying myself by your definition, your vision is obviously skewed. Second, my sleeping habits are none of your business. If I could "just go to bed at 10pm", believe me, I would. It's not something you can just stop doing. You gotta ease out of it, and I've been pretty successful so far before the tour. That's my angered rant for the day. In other news, I watched A Walk To Remember. Trust me on this one, the book is WAY better. If you want to watch a really good movie, go for Empire Records. Sure, it's not a romance or anything (though part of the plot is), but it's the best movie in the world! That's all for now. Recommended listening: Back in Black by AC/DC. Til next time... ~ Dris ~ |