Ten more reasons.

[noah]

Date: march 1976.

The traditional way to start a diary is to exclaim your bemusement at how on earth you came to write in one of these. Whilst this is the truth for many, I am not that traditional. Essay aside, I figured that if I am going to do this diary thing, I might as well do it properly. Seeing as nobody is going to lay their eyes on this but me, I can write as carelessly as I please.

I’m beginning to realise after a few short moments that I have next to nothing to write about. I’m not going to over-exaggerate on anything here, but eventfulness in my life has seemed to shudder to a stop. Its nothing I’m particularly bothered about, but it has reached the point where I’m actually looking for something or someone to occupy my time. I may be a fifth year, but its still rather dreary to explore the castle nowadays. I can’t begin to complain about half the students here; they remind me of my primary school days—spoilt brats who stride about the corridors like they are king (or queen) of the world. I’d say ‘own the place’ but the phrase is far too overused even if it is suitable. Sad times indeed. You see, I just get bored easily. Bored with people, and now I am incredibly bored of writing in this. It’s tedious and tiresome, and to be honest I’m sure I could find something to do other than write to an inanimate object. In fact, with that as closure, I may do so. There has to be someone outside; its hardly a terrible downpour, although that may bring out the nutters. Dancing in the rain… how have these people never caught the common cold? Or suffered frostbite? The latter not as common in the rain, but my point still stands, as it always does.

I highly doubt I’ll keep entries regularly. The thought of keeping a diary was far more interesting than actually doing so, and I find myself incandescent with boredom.

What a shame I don’t have a lock on this thing, because there’s just so many secrets people are dying to know. Hint: sarcasm. You’re almost as dull as these people here; doesn’t anyone, or anything for that matter, have a sense of humour?