Ben Tribbett's Diary

2006-06-12T09:40:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

I wouldn't say that I've been happier in the past couple of weeks, but I have been okayer. My cousin came over the night of my last diary entry. She's a lot older than me, and she's been kinda like a mother to me. She told me that I didn't look real good. I told her how I've been feeling, about how I feel like people who I thought were my friends aren't really my friends and about how sad I've been. Dot and I talked for a while. She convinced me to take my meds like I'm supposed to. I said I'd try it for a couple of weeks. I don't know if I'm going to keep taking them or not. They make me feel so stupid.

So I'm okayer. I think I'll be happier tomorrow when Webb wins this election. I don't really care who wins anymore then I care who wins any election, but I've really been hyping Webb and if he wins I'll get a lot of credit. That will be fun, like that article about me last week.

2006-05-25T01:35:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

I've been really sad lately. Nobody likes me. I'm really mean to people, and I know that's why, but I don't even think I know how to be nice anymore. When I'm mean I have control and I really like that. Also my father is like that and that's really all I know, but I know its not really fair to blame him. I just feel like I don't know how to change. I just wish I could start over again- just make a new Ben Tribbett and have everybody forget the old one. I wish I'd never invented NLS. He's got me so confused I don't know who I am really anymore.

2006-05-20T19:12:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

Today I met a bunch of other bloggers at an event that I hosted. My name was on the invitation and everything. They were all democrats since it was for the guys from DailyKos that just wrote the book Crashing the Gates. Everybody was really nice, especially Markos. I could tell he liked my blog more than anybody else's- he just gave me this look and I knew. I was just so happy.

By the time I got home it had all changed. Everybody decided to go after me, and I know Moran planned it. After I spent so long picking out my clothes and ironing my shirt, this guy made fun of how I was dressed. And I heard that other people were making fun of me after I left, and there were a few comments on some other blogs.

The worst thing is that I look at this photo and all I can see is Shrek.

I have good days and I have bad days. This was a bad one.

2006-05-03T15:22:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

I had a job interview this morning at Starbucks. The guy who interviewed me (who's name is really "Guy"- ha ha!) said I look like Shrek. He wasn't even kidding. It really hurt me. A lot. I think he knew it, and that just made it worse. I left as soon as I could. I don't care if I get the job or not.

Stupid Starbucks. I could ruin them. If I wanted to. But I'm too busy now.

2006-04-28T01:05:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

I stood behind a woman at the grocery store today. She smelled so nice. I told her and asked her where she lives, but then she got the manager and he made me leave! I am outraged. That's the last time I buy Cap'n Crunch there!

2006-04-18T17:05:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

God, I'm so lonely.

These people say they're my friends, but I don't think they really are. It's just like school. They were mean to me then, but I'm showing them now!! I'm the most important person in the state. Even the governor is scared of me.

I just wish I could get a girlfriend. I've never even kissed a girl.

LBJ was sad sometimes, too. It's lonely at the top.

2006-04-15T01:51:00.000-05:00

Dear Diary,

I've decided to keep a diary again. I haven't had one since I was a kid, the one Gamma gave me, but mom found it and burned it when she read what I wrote about dad. This one I can backup and keep private since you need a password to read it. So mom can never read it.