My first thought upon opening your diary I cannot say for the sake of decency. This is a bad thing. First of all, the animated header? It's looking at me funny. Yeah. And the marquee is far too long. You've got a talkbox, and I despise these things, as they anchor the page. I haven't had opportunity to switch pages yet, but I can tell I'm going to get frustrated while fighting to get back to the top of the page to read the actual entry. The bottom of your diary is cluttered, with birthday reminders and counters and reminders and all sorts of links. A seperate page for the toys would be nice, and a smaller counter in a different spot as well. Considering that you have an inline scroll, there's really no reason to have all of this at the bottom.
The colors themselves are giving me a headache. The purple background is nice. The purple backgroud to the inline scroll looks awful against said purple background. And the scrollbars are a hideous shade of pink. The header that states your love for Mike Booby is an entirely different color, which is also hideous. It all clashes. Not to mention the blue counter, which just looks incredibly out of place.
Oh yeah, I'm disliking this review already, and I haven't even started yet.
Why am I getting a pop-up on your diary? As far as I am aware, Andrew has not signed us up for pop-ups on diaryland. Probably the guestbook. I use AOL. Pop-ups screw with AOL. This is going to piss me off.
::snicker:: Okay, you just made me smile. I love the spell checker poem. Too cute and too true.
I don't watch basketball, or even follow basketball, so your recent entries are leaving me severely cold.
I assure you, you have pop-up ads. It's getting very aggravating, as a matter of fact.
This diary was not interesting to me in the least. You're 15, which might explain why I found myself growing bored very easily. You cover day to day, talking about your friends and shopping and sports and the like, and it's just not terribly interesting to me.
And for the love of god, please do something about the pop-ups.
I give your diary a wave of my hand.
::nod nod::
And there you go.
~Hannah