The Bipolar's Diary

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17th January, 2002...

Hello there, diary. I'm glad my father bought you for my birthday gift. I'd welcome you with a pleasant warm welcome unlike I welcomed anyone else into my life! And why is that? I think we can share everything about ourselves without any concern of being busted by anyone, including my over-protective parents, of course. Ugh, I'm so sick of them both, I can retch! They mumbled a thousand paragraphs of the ways to protect myself only when I get a little pricked on my feet for a thorn bush at the backyard! Jesus, they themselves planted that sick thing right there! They shouldn't have blamed me.

Anyway, yes! I'm finally sixteen today! Ooh, I can scream! Even though I'm still probably thinking of any great things that now I can do with such a mature age, I think that this is the start of something extraordinarily big and awesome! What do you think?
Oh, sorry. I suppose I should've introduced myself to you, shouldn't I? Don't worry; I'll explain everything about myself to you. Not just some great things about me and my little family that's not so little as it seems, in fact, there are still more things that I need to tell to someone I can really count on. And now, I can see clearly that it is you.

So, let's just head on to the topic. I'm Beatrix Fraser, a 16-year-old young lady who hopes that I can always be more than who I am now. I love to eat spaghetti, chicken wings, pizza, ice cream, waffle, soup, porridge, noodles, sushi, and... well, pretty much everything.
I'm always so confused of myself. My fat friends usually gets so frustrated of their body sizes and they torture themselves by going through this sick diet stuffs, when I'm eating a very lot of food and never gets over-weighed!

My hobby is... math, math, and math. I know, sounds boring, doesn't it? At least that's what my classmates always say about mathematics. I know not why, though. Math is just so brilliant and fun! You're like looking for that missing number and you must search through anything, any way, and any formula! What fun?
But that's the truth; and not to brag, I'm said as the one and only to always get an A+ on my math test. I mean... why did they find it hard and confusing? Nothing has to be worried about, just write down the formula and match the correct data with the correct variables. Count the operation right, and done!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm getting so long just to introduce that boring hobby of mine, didn't I? Well, I personally have no idea why would I be so excited sometimes and why would I suddenly feel so down after that. If I consult someone just for joke and to-forget-five-minutes-after, they would say I'm a bipolar. I don't even know - and don't want to know what's that even about. I prefer sitting down in my room, with lemonades, math exercise worksheets, earphones, and some silence. Wait, not to forget my waffles, or perhaps... bacon and eggs. Or maybe... fish and fries. I don't know; I love them all.

I go to Winterbolt High School and... well, that's all I can remember. Except... wait, except the cool math teacher Mrs. Selena. Ha, she's a funny and fun teacher. I simply can't believe that my friends gossip things about her, saying that she's a cruel, nasty, grumpy, boring, and awkward teacher. I was like: what on earth? You find a teacher like that boring? Why don't you yourself find a mirror and look at how boring yourself are? Haha. I know, right? If only I'm brave enough to just set my mind free and state the things I really want them to know...

But the reality says that I... I just can't. I... I don't have what it takes, or... I don't know. Or I'm simply not brave enough? I don't know, fine. And I don't care. Let's just see what I've been through today to shoo away the coward side of mine, alright?

So today, I have math, science, and french. I hate french class, seriously! I don't think I'm passionate in it. I mean; I can't even stand having to memorize every gender of things surrounding me! Yes. They really put a gender for things; even nouns! Non-living things. And I have hard time having to remember everything. Chairs are female, hair is male. That's everything they're talking about and that's everything I remember. So, we can say that I've been through a pretty hard time today. Especially in french, as I've told you. I can't even remember anything that my teacher said just now.

Science: I love it. Especially at the physics and chemise. Of course, it's simply because they include maths. Biology also requires counting sometimes; but not so complicated. For example, counting the energy that's inside a living thing on a certain sequence of the food pyramid (you know, once a living thing eats something, the energy that's being passed from the food is just as big as 10% of the total energy. And that's where I love the lesson.)

And don't need to ask me about maths. It's in my head, my brain, my every single body part of mine; from the biggest to the smallest cells. It runs in my neuron and flows in my blood vessels. Ugh, whiny poetry. So that's it; pretty much nothing so special from today, but I'm so glad and so happy! So many things that I can be happy and proud of: my birthday, you, and... well, I guess that's everything. But hey, it's still a particular reason to be happy, is it not?

So, I'll see you when I'm about to rush and write down everything about my day tomorrow, diary. I'll keep you save with a lock under my pillow. Mother wanted me to be independent, so she decided to let me take care myself of my whole room. At least that's a good sign that she's not going to touch my bed, my sheets, or my pillows. See you tomorrow, diary. I got to go and get some sleeps. These tired eyes need some good rest. Goodbye!