12 09 am edt
I wanted a guest entry or two to celebrate my diary's second birthday, and my sister whipped one up.   I may have to make her a regular addition my diary!   I can't believe I have been doing this for so long, but I find it really enjoyable.   I look forward to the idea of celebrating my diary's 20th birthday.   I wonder what the world will look like then...   Will virtual reality finally be popular?   Will there still be desktop computers, or will all computing devices either be portable or seamlessly integrated into everyday items?   Will smart houses be commonly in use?   Will HTML still be readable?   Will every house have a computer?   Will there be censorship on the net?   Will MOOs still exist, or will they have goine the way of BBSs (disappear or be webified)?   Will I be in the States?   Will my sister be one of my best friends?   Will I be married?   [I'd like to have kids by then.]   My god, I'll be 39.   I can't even envision a slice of what the world will look like then, nor how I will look living in it.   Will I have any physical marks that I have accumulated over the years?   What will I be doing for a living?   What will I be doing for recreation?   Where will I live?   It really boggles the mind.   On this subject, I wrote a letter to myself when I was in elementary school.   It is to be opened on New Year's 1999-2000, and I can't wait to read what questions I wrote to myself.   I remember asking myself if I was married and if I still liked to horseback ride.   I suppose I will have to type it up when I finally open it...

12 51 pm edt
A guest entry from Ashley:

Hello, Ashley here. I met Rachel, if my memory still serves me, September of 1998. I still remember being logged onto a MOO and a guest paged me for information. Pointing me towards her list of MOOs that she was compiling. So, I visited her list and thought it was a great idea and even offered her to mirror it on my server at work.

We've since then become good friends, basically through email. We'd write each other on and off. When I got busy with work, or she'd get busy with school (before she graduated), we went weeks, and I think even months without writing. Then one day out of the blue I'd get something from her. Or I would write her.

I think what got my attention was the kind of person I've come to know her to be. Both through reading her online diary, as well as the various emails that's been passed between us. Rachel's an interesting young lady, that I have to admit. At the same time, she can be very entertaining as well. I see her as a fun and happy person, and quite honestly wouldn't mind meeting her in person one day. I'm sure we'll have fun.

Her online diary gave me the inspiration to start writing my own journal entries online as well. Don't ask me why, but just the idea of having something that personal publicly available was too much for me. I guess I wanted to know what will happen. Who will bother reading? How will I ever keep up with it? Little did I know, it's now become part of my daily routine.

I still enjoy reading her online Diary every chance I get. I guess that's part of me trying to keep up with friends like Rachel. And although I've never met her in person, "Rachel, you're the best!"

4 36 pm edt
I am actually writing this entry as I am being filmmed for SPY TV.   This is supposedly a candid filmming-me-writing shot.   I am at a Mexican restaurant on 85th and 2nd, and have nothing of great importance to say besides the fact that it is awkward to write when you know you are being watched, and I can't keep from smiling from time to time.   I opened up a bank account this morning, so that I could cash paychecks, since Bank of America doesn't seem to exist here on the east coast.   My grandfather went with me and gave me oodles of advice, which amused me greatly.   He has been so sweet, and has offered to help me so many times (especially financially).   I think he thinks that I am destitude, because he asked me yet again this morning if I needed money.   I saved up all summer specifically so that I would have enough money to live on for a breif period of unemployment in New York City (does the "City" part get capitalized too?).   This guy is staring at me like I have a large growth on my head, which is funny, because no one has paid attention to the shooting all day....   The food was good, and the waiters name was Alberto (to digress back to my natural obsession with food).   Lord, I miss cooking.   I don't think the oven has ever been turned on in my grandfather's apartment.   But I am going to try it.   I purchased some beautiful red bell pepers that are dying to be roasted and consumed by me (oh, I didn't realize that dying part could be take literally).   "Do I have to spank you?   Why are you dissing me?   Do I have to beat you like a step child?"   The man who was staring at me is having a most interesting cell phone conversation and would probably be most displeased to know that I am transcribing it into my diary.   He seems like a funny guy, judging by the fact that he is talking really loud [and now I am just typing because I know that I am being filmmed and I don't know what to say].   I am getting tired of this ridicluos candid shot.   Oh, lord, now the man has just screeched "What's up?"   He has begun another conversation.   Oh, he apperently said this because a black and hispanic man have just joined him, but he is much too white, and more importantly, too old, to get away with such slang.   Danm, I can certainly be judgemental sometimes.

5 33 pm edt
I am at long last back home.   We were filming in front of a devastatingly good looking doorman, so when I was done I walk back to him building and said something along the lines of, "I think you are devestatingly good looking, but I have a boyfriend, so I was just wonering if you would like to go dancing."   He said yes.   He said he was seeing something, when I asked, but he didn't seem to think she would mind if I went dancing with him...

6 11 pm edt
I am apparently a wench of ill repute.   Nothing like a little bizarreness to celebrate a birthday!   I don't really get what the page is, but it is by a fellow online diarist.

11 20 pm edt
I just read a disturbing article on /. about an earthquake in Taiwan   The autor writes, "A massive earthquake has just hit Taiwan.   Many buildings have been toppled and over a hundred people are confirmed dead.   It is hard to predict what the ramifications to the computer industry will be."   Hello?   I am somehow missing the autor's tone of concern for the people who were involved in this quake.   Yes people -- people tend to come before computer chips in most of our views of the world.   This makes me so angry I can't say anything.