Dear Diary,
Today I hung out with my friends. We met up at the movies. There we decided to see Pearl Harbor. We were gonna see the animal, but 2 of my friends already seen it. We had some ok seats, except that I had to change seats cause some tall old man was in front of me. The movie is really good. The end is where I almost cryed. Wow, when they bring home the body, it is sad. I would go into detail, but don't want to ruin it for anybody. Yeah, I was tearing up in there, very powerful.

That is very unusal for me. I'm the kind of guy that thinks most of the sappy stuff in movies these days are corny. You know, they're just actors. My family isn't dead. Ever since Titanic, I've become very sentimental. I'm used to be the kind that watched Lion King without flinching. The way I was raised forced me into this tough exterior. Now that I've been more into church, I seem to be turning into goo. I guess that a good thing.

Other than that, me and my friends talked about old video games, hangouts, and fond memories. Nothing came up about sex. As anyone reading my previous entry knows the dilema I've been going through.