30/12/2001 - 5:52 p.m.

I mean what does one wear that's apropos for a party that's also a crime?

Well, let's see, the year's almost up. I expect that at midnight tomorrow I'll be here, archiving all the old entries and tidying things up a bit. I'm starting now, and expect to take that long. If things look funny, or don't work, or something, that's because I'm fiddling with HTML and like to change it as I go to see what sort of mess I'm making. At the moment, I want to get rid of that painfully bright map from Diaryland- it's all white and pink and I want to tone it down a little. I'm always proud of my accomplishments, but I'm no genius, so, like I say.

I tend not to have a "blast" at New Year's. 2000 found me in my room deeply involved with The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul, no one bothered to call me, and you don't exactly get a blast of fireworks and good cheer in my neighborhood. 2001 I slept through it, yet again reading a book, except it was a bloody boring book and managed to put me to sleep. I don't go in for big parties because, well, to be honest, I don't get invited to any. But, that's the price you pay by being a loser- your chances of arrest are so much lower than that of the average 17 year old.

Actually, I take being a loser in pretty good stead, I don't have to worry about being home before midnight, and I don't have to worry about the cops interfering in my life, and I can pass drug tests without worries, and I'll never have to worry about becoming M&M. (Very sweet, yes, but dangerous to associate with.)

Anyway, I have my own set of slightly freakish friends, which is good enough for me. And I have a lot of time on my hands because I'm not out at all hours of the day and night. (People tell me I have too much time on my hands all the time, they should live like me- they'd get loads of things done, but nothing they were supposed to.)

I'm not being self pitying, but I can sense that I'm probably being boring enough.