It didn't go into the .txt file but it did read the creation time, of multiple files.
now however, I have one file that all my journal entrys are written to, basically i have:
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<b>September 13, 2006, 10:48 am</b><font family=arial><BR><BR><b><font color=#006699>Current mood: </font></b>outlandish<font family=arial><img src=smile/001_9898.gif><br><br><br> <h1>Paper for Poly Sci</h1><h4>basically this paper is based on the word, Satisficing, its a term in economics that means 'good enough', I was tasked with using this phrase in a sentence, and I achieved that fairly well I think!</h4>As the clock rolled one minute past 4pm this afternoon, I rose from my seated position to greet my Heavyweight teammate named Jake. He bellowed an informal grunt, which I received happily from Jake, as he wasn’t much for words at any point, and here as practice is set to begin is no different. Jake looked dismayed for some reason, but why, I couldn’t gather; I then said to him, “Jake, you doing alright bud, you seem a bit downtrodden”, to which he quickly shot back, “I’m just fine, classes being hectic as they’ve been, I feel as if I’m teaching myself.” Like a Venus flytrap, or a fisherman with a champion bass on the end of a hook, I snapped quickly upwards at a now a bewildered Jake and shot back, “Ah, Yes, I do understand, but Jake you’re very intelligent, wouldn’t you say?” Responding to the compliment Jake was now interesting in what I had been saying, “Yes, I suppose I’m semi-intelligent at least.”“Well Jake, that’s satificing friend, adversus solem ne loquitor , do what you can and everything will pan out as time reveals itself to you.” Twice over confused Jake responds hesitantly now— “Satis what and what the hell language was that you spoke?”“Satisficing, a term we in the business coined for ‘good enough’, its technical stuff, you know jargon.” Half smirking so he could see my amusement I then finished, “And that language is an often quoted Latin phrase, it basically means don’t argue obvious stuff.” Needless to say, Jake walked away, mildly peeved at what he thought was some transgression against his intelligence, I later apologized after practice, explaining to him my intent, and asked if I may narrate my tale to my political science professor, in order to possibly win some grand prize with this little story we’ve created. He consented and decided against attacking me, as he may have done had I not reached him in time. Jake is a very violent fellow. <font family=arial><BR><BR><HR NOSHADE SIZE=4 COLOR=BLUE><b><font color=#006699>Date posted: </font></b><b>September 16, 2006, 1:39 am</b><font family=arial><BR><BR><b><font color=#006699>Current mood: </font></b>apathetic<font family=arial><img src=smile/001_9898.gif><br><br><br>Well well. twice over was I stuck on an elvator. However, my second time, (tonight) I had to pee really badly, they actually handed me a bottle to <span style='color:blue' title='I'm naughty, are you naughty?'>smurf</span> into. 24 oz, filled that sucker up quicklike, then the nastiest part of the entire sittuation was, when i had to then hold my urine as they rescued me from my elevator like fate. I was quite literally stuck, and in retrospect, i can say i wish not a third go at the elevator ride, that never ends. The Resident assistants that helped me out of that mess came and introduced themselves, I was happy to see them face to face, rather than a view from a half-opened door, glaring up, wondering when i'd finally escape my captor.
Through-out the last few days, there has been much hype of my could-be redshirting. And its actually a possibility, which would be wonderful, allowing me a chance to actually improve, rather than, a straight shot four-years and out. I think this is a good sittuation for me, I just hope it all pans out for me.
I'm tired of talking.
BYE<font family=arial><BR><BR><HR NOSHADE SIZE=4 COLOR=BLUE>
I have it fwrite this from a form, I want it to find that date, and then do a date comparison. Any way this is possible?