November 1st, 2017 (Wednesday)
I don't think there's a better time to start a journal that the first day of a month. Well, except perhaps your birthday or the start of a new year. Lucky for you, I'm super lazy and might forget about this journal and shove it in a drawer somewhere, never to be seen again.
Also, I have a paper cut on my finger from this book so it's basically cursed, right?
Whatever.
I don't think I should do a lengthy introduction or anything since this book with basically be holding me in its pages.
Who am I, Tom Riddle?
You know how is name was an anagram? So, for me, Emily Lilia Kuric, I would be, A Luckier Limier I, or Email Icily I Lurk, or Year Cilium I Kill.
Yeah, mine's not as cool.
I guess I'm supposed to talk about my day and stuff, so here goes.
I woke up late and gross this morning, so I didn't brush my hair or anything. I got on the bus, realized I forgot my ID, and I had to use one of the 3 dollars I had for my Spanish field trip, but Hanna gave me 4 dollars and Laura gave me 5, so I had money. They're pretty cool people.
CENSORED PERSONAL STUFF
Also, I ordered my piccolo today! It should be here by Friday, I hope.
I don't think there's anything else really important. I guess I'll sign this and be done.
Emily Kuric
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