2006-04-24 | 1:20 p.m.
Username & Diary title: (2/10) kkluvsudnq - I think I have managed to translate 'KK loves you' from this letter jumble, but that is as far as I could go. I loathe this name. It means nothing to me & at first glance, looks to be nothing more than random typing on a keyboard. (0 points) ShInE! - I hate sticky caps. The word 'shine', however, does relate to your design without being too obvious. For that, you are redeemed ... just a little. (2 points)
First Impression: (5/20) The colors are nice, but the layout looks terribly messy. I see stars! No, I do not like this.
Layout: (10/50) Faith Designs. The design has a nice image, a nice quote; you might be able to get away with the ugly green stars, if only it was aligned better. The image looks a bit choppy & 'cut off' at the bottom. The stars are just a messy, discolored distraction. The entry font is much larger than the links & all other lettering on the layout. It's also white, while the links & scrollbar are yellow or dark green - making it stand out more & clashing with everything. The links, below the image, are a wreck & look very much out of order. As a whole, this layout is a catastrophe. It has too much going on, clashing colors, & is all around ugly.
Content: (10/55) This was the first entry I read. Darling, have you ever heard of a sentence? You use ellipsis WAY too much. Not only does it make your entries look weird, it is incorrect. I also hope you don't stop every other 'sentence' to say, "Wow" like you did in this one. If so, I have a mega bone to pick with you. & I guess I do : WOW.
I know god is a very personal & deep issue for you, as is your boyfriend, but whoever said that's all you talk about, hit the nail on the head. "God is awesome." "I can feel God working in my life." You said that EVERY entry & I really think he may not have time for me because you won't stop pestering him. I'm glad you have religion to keep you occupied & it makes you a better person, but do you not have a life outside of god? Surely he would want you to do something besides think about, talk about, & pray to him all the time, don't you?
WTF? Do you even read what you write? What the hell were you talking about with the random thoughts?
I cannot read anymore of your diary. I ended on October 07, 05. Be happy I read that much, with all the repetitive, whiny crap you write about. Don't get me wrong, I am glad you're a Christian & love god, but you put everything on him. When you have a bad day, you 'give it to god' & he makes it better. No, he doesn't, dear - you just get over it. I, myself, am not a Christian, nor an atheist, but I have good days & I have bad. I don't pray or worry whatever god I may/may not believe in with my problems & I am a very happy person - a lot happier than you seem to be - with your complaining & crying all the time.
Contact: (3/5) Notes. Messenger. Email.
Extras: (3/10) Friends. Diary rings. Lighted Path.
Am I Linked?: (0/5) Nope. (Wags finger at you)
Favorite Entries: (5/X) & to think you might open up.
5 Words to Describe You: Religious/Spiritual. Self-centered. Whiny. Involved. Seriously obsessed.
Memorable Quotes:
it's so much better now...God showed me that I am a huge drama queen...and all I ever do is cry...and He is all that I need in this life so there's really nothing that I should be upset about because I have his joy in my heart....I mean, this doesn't mean that I'm never gonna cry or be upset ever again....it just means that every little thing isn't gonna bother me.....I have God...I've had Him all along, but I just haven't been going to Him with everything like I needed to be....
There you go, buggin' the big guy again with your miniscule problems.
i didn't care if anyone heard...I was worshipping in my own little world...and while I was singing God hit me...really hard...
He HIT you!?!
Your new name: Mary. Obvious reasons. :)
Your lyrics: The Decemberists - The Mariner's Revenge Song
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
(Evil grin)
Personal Advice: None.
Comments: You might want to clean up the layout or try a new one. Make an extras or contact page, to avoid so many links on the main page.
Would I Come Back: (0/20) No freakin' way.
[Reviewed by: Mandy]