I told my best friend about RED. Yeah, I know, that shouldn't be a big deal and I should have done it ages ago. I didn't even tell him about it when I went to New York! Before him, one other friend knew about it, who I told in a moment of sleep-deprivation, and the only people who had read it were my mom, aunt, grandparents, my mom's boss (yeah, weird, she gave it to him) and my fourth grade teacher (again, passed on by my mom without permission). My friend, he hasn't read it yet. I forgot to give him the book when he took me home tonight. But, I will. I mean, I knew I couldn't keep a secret from my best friend forever. I just...I didn't want to share. I don't like to share. I don't even care if he knows the stuff about the guy that's in the essay. He knew it at the time, and he knows I don't like that guy anymore. That's not what matters. What matters is, I'm a published author and I didn't want anyone to know that.
Yeah, that's weird, I guess. But I don't like people knowing things about me, good or bad. Why not bad is obvious. But why not good? I don't know. It's like, last week, my PSAT scores. I'm okay telling you guys here that they were good. Well, better than good. I mean, I'm proud of it. Highest in the school. But...I didn't want the whole school knowing that. I showed my score report to a couple of my friends and my guidance counselor, and, well, it got around. Students, teachers, administrators. They know. I don't want them to know. I don't know why. My mom just said I should be proud of it. But I don't like all the attention! Which, of course, makes blogging hard, when you don't like attention, but I'm trying here :-)
What else to blog about? I wish I could write good, put-together blog entries, but writing something about me, that, with the click of a button is visible to the world, makes me nervous. So I'll end this one, but next up on blog topics: my TV obsession. Sorry, Saskia :-) But I'm a TV junkie!