Well, I just met an old man wearing a long black cloak that was tattered at the end. He said his name was "Fjoaldka." Then he turned around and left. That is what happened today... Except the part about meeting an old man in a long black cloak that was tattered at the end that said his name was "Fjoaldka." Other than that everything in this story is true. Oh yea, but because I didn't meet him he didn't exactly walk away...

The following is another pointless diary entry from Noah:

...And then the fly said to the python--

I think that is a good place to stop.

Me again. Well, on second thought, who else would be writing in my diary? A boggling question to be sure, but I feel safe in the knowledge that my password will never be guessed unless I told you (in which case you wouldn't be guessing...) There is no purpose for me to even write here but still I return time and again fro this purposeless rambling... Um, I think that is all for now.

Yep, it is true! I am writing again! Well, it matters very little, bu tin the long run, I plan to dominate the world with my massive army of diary entries! Mwahahahaha!

Well, I am pretty sure no one really cares but I feel like letting the world know: I just won the Editors Choice Award for a poetry contest! Whoohoo!

Hey, what do you know, I just may be more consistent with my ramblings in this little public diary. You know, i find it funny that there is such thing as a public diary. I always thought that diaries were little pink fuzz-covered journals that girls carried around. I guess I was wrong. lol.

This is my first entry and I doubt I will be consistent in my entries but, oh well! Not much to say... again, oh well!