First, let me state that I am not used to this sort of thing. Journals, that is. I don't have a blog, I don't have a myspace, a livejournal, a wordpress, or even a xanga. I have no currently active website, and I have never kept a journal on pen and paper. I am completely new to the scene of online journaling, which is not to say anything about my time spent on the internet. While, I suppose it does say something about my time spent on the internet, that something being that I don't use it to write online journals. At least, I never have before.
With that in mind, let me first introduce myself. I am Aaron, a fifteen year old magician from New Jersey. I am an avid Douglas Adams fan. I also am a fan of V for Vendetta, one of the greatest graphic novels and movies of all times. I run a Matrix forum, at my friend's request, and I am generally overrun with homework. I love reading. My favorite book is The Golden Compass by Phillip Pullman, which is currently being made into a movie as we speak. While, as I speak, as you don't seem to be holding up your side of the conversation. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as New Journal Entry is not a multiplayer game. I am right now a sophomore in high school, although I am the only sophomore in AP Chemistry, and one of the few in PreCalc. I am a graphics designer in my spare time, which is decreasing at quite an alarming rate lately. I have made a lot of designs, some of which I even decided to upload to deviantART. Most of them are either destroyed in the mishap mentioned below, or sitting idly in my My Pictures folder biding their time, drinking my wine (isn't it good, Norwegian wood?), and socializing with each other haphazardly wondering if and when I will decide to upload them online and/or print them out. Oh, one last thing. I am an atheist, and proud of it. I believe that the concept of a deity was once created by humans to help explain the unexplainable, and that since we now have perfectly valid explanations for most of the stuff, still believing in the explanations that religion provides over scientifically based theories or scientifically proven facts just because some book says you should is a silly and unreasonable thing to do.
Anyway, I feel compelled to elaborate on some of the things I said in the previous paragraph. You know, the one just above this one, which is staring contentedly forward in that smug sort of way that long paragraphs tend to stare at you in? What's that, you don't know? No matter. Let's see then, where was I? Ah, yes, I was just about to discuss Douglas Adams, by far one of the cleverest, wittiest writers ever to live. Here's one passage of his that I particularly enjoy:
''Come off it, Mr Dent,'', he said, ''you can't win you know. You
can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely.'' He tried to
make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.
Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him.
''I'm game,'' he said, ''we'll see who rusts first.''
''I'm afraid you're going to have to accept it,'' said Mr Prosser
gripping his fur hat and rolling it round the top of his head,
''this bypass has got to be built and it's going to be built!''
''First I've heard of it,'' said Arthur, ''why's it going to be
Mr Prosser shook his finger at him for a bit, then stopped and
put it away again.
''What do you mean, why's it got to be built?'' he said. ''It's a
bypass. You've got to build bypasses.''
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally
uncomfortable on each. Obviously somebody had been appallingly
incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him.
Mr Prosser said: ''You were quite entitled to make any suggestions
or protests at the appropriate time you know.''
''Appropriate time?'' hooted Arthur. ''Appropriate time? The first I
knew about it was when a workman arrived at my home yesterday. I
asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no he'd
come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of
course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me
a fiver. Then he told me.''
''But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning
office for the last nine month.''
''Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see
them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your
way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually
telling anybody or anything.''
''But the plans were on display ...''
''On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find
''That's the display department.''
''With a torch.''
''Ah, well the lights had probably gone.''
''So had the stairs.''
''But look, you found the notice didn't you?''
''Yes,'' said Arthur, ''yes I did. It was on display in the bottom
of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a
sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.''
A cloud passed overhead. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he
lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud. It cast a shadow
over Arthur Dent's house. Mr Prosser frowned at it.
''It's not as if it's a particularly nice house,'' he said.
''I'm sorry, but I happen to like it.'
That passage is from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by the way. Just to let you know. In case you wanted to know, that is.
Hmm... what do discuss next... Ah yes! The unfortunate mishap that I shadowed on earlier. You're curious about it, I know you are. Well, you're in luck. I plan to tell you about it. In fact, I even wrote you a poem about it. Well, it was for English class, but it still explains the unfortunate mishap rather well.
One Saturday night, 'fore rest I took,
Set I my laptop on a book.
And placed I these on binders three
With a flash drive in its USB.
Then off went I to bed that night,
Without a fear, without a fright;
How was I meant to suspect
That when I awoke, it would be wrecked?
But wrecked it was, and with a crack,
Running along the casing's back;
For off its perch my laptop fell,
And soon became a broken Dell;
Shattered, smashed, my flash drive was,
Broken, battered, all because
Atop some books left I my Inspiron
Now the hard disk's fried and my work is gone.
Yes, that should clear it up rather nicely. Unfortunate, isn't it? Of course it is. Makes good poetry, though.
This brings me to the subject of homework... a dark and grim subject, but one I've got to get to. Right now on my plate: studying for the A+ exam and studying for a Spanish test. It was fun chatting with you, but I've got to go now.
PS: Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici, the title of this journal entry, means "By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe." It was written by Christopher Marlowe, and is V's personal motto in both the movie and the graphic novel of V for Vendetta.