A Diary Entry about My Diary Entries

Due to the tedium I continue to face with Heather still away (which has been helpfully lessoned by a fellow Open Diarist listening to me ramble nightly – thanks Brittainy!), I recently began to pillage through my entire diary, starting from the beginning. I hadn’t read most of the entries in quite a while, so it was rather fun – it’s always interesting reading your writing from a more detached view a while after it was written.
 
I admit, I was quite horrified due to starting from the beginning of the diary, as the first few months are rather worryingly bad, as I’m just outright annoying, though they do get a little bit better as time rolls along. I have discovered that the entries that I think are funny at the time I write them are, indeed, still funny to me in hindsight, whereas the entries I think are insightful at the time I write them I find to be pitifully stupid and uninformed in hindsight. Confirming that, while I am just as funny as I think I am, I’m not nearly as smart as I think I am.
 
At any rate, reading the entries has led me into a bit of thought. I’ve noticed that it seems I’ve been steering towards more “serious” and “personal” entries for a while now, as opposed to outright silliness, but I think I’ve been having less fun with the diary in the process. So, I’m going to try to find a happy medium in which I continue to write vague personal observations, while not being quite so serious all the time. We’ll see how it goes.
 
And, yeah, I just wrote a diary entry about my diary. Shut up.