Apart from the latest ones, the entries you are about to read (or not about to read, if you have any sense) are a very stripped down version of the ones I put on the Internet at the time of writing. The entries were in their original state filled with woe, boring bumph, shallowness and information I now consider too private (to me or other people) to have on display to the eyes of all. These features were removed for reasons which I hope are obvious.

That said, I'm not altogether happy with what remains. The first year-and-a-bit's entries leave a lot to be desired in terms of writing style and contain little other than me poking fun at my friends and messing around at school. It should be pointed out that:

1) The journal was only, originally, for the eyes myself and a few friends and therefore I wrote it in exactly the undeveloped way in which thoughts entered my head.
2) I did do a lot of other things that year, but I wrote about them in such a boring and unimprovable fashion that details of these activities had to be erased.
3) I also had lots of Deep Insightful Thoughts (tm), but they were very teenagerish, so they've also been removed.
4) Smill, the main victim of my mockery, has read the offending entries. She likes them so much that she tells her friends to check them out. If she didn't, they wouldn't be still up.
5) The only rules I broke didn't cause any harm, either to school property or my academic abilities. And, looking back, I imagine I only broke them and lazed around a lot because the work wasn't challenging enough; I still got the best A Level results in the area. My teachers were probably well aware of this too, which I suppose is why they didn't discipline me more. I was also a lazy geen during my first year at university, since most of the material I'd already covered at school, but I worked like mad in my second and third years when it got harder.

I'm aware that, in suppressing all rantiness, indication of mood and personal stuff, my personality isn't very evident, but I see it as a necessary loss, since I wouldn't, these days, subject anyone other than close friends to these things. So see my journal merely as a record of the interesting and semi-amusing events in my life (or lack thereof).