Actually, don't because you never know how it gets around. My last diary got to someone I definitely didn't want to see it. And then she only told me about a month later that she had the URL. It was kind of scary. What if I'd ever ranted about her?

Oh well, I didn't, so I was safe. Lucky me.

Anyway, I'm Liz. I'm 15, I'm a freshman, I play basketball...a lot of basketball. I would very much like to go to sleep right now, but I have a truly irritating biological clock which doesn't allow me to sleep past 7:30. In the morning, of course. For most people I wouldn't have to clarify, but it's just in case you're like my boyfriend who sleeps until 2, gets up, eats breakfast, and then goes back to sleep "because he's not a morning person." Jesus.

What else? I hate baseball with a passion. That's probably because I suck at softball and I had to play it god knows HOW much in elementary school. Not fun times.

I'm Republican. Hate me already? I truly hope so. As %%diary-wicked-sezzy%% put it, Diaryland is about as liberal as your average afternoon tea party at Barbra Streisand's mansion. I don't like that woman (Barbra, not sezzy).

And I'm judgmental because I like to argue and I don't lke to keep my mouth shut. Just ask my liberal teachers. Hehe. They're sweet people, they really are, but I'm sure I annoy the hell out of them. I presented my old 8th grade Writing teacher with a nomination for "Honorary Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy."

Love,
Liz