This post doesn't suck you in. I wouldn't read it if I were you.
I decided to start writing in a journal. It's not one of those journals that have all my deepest darkest secrets though. Although I do need one of those. But if you were to open the journal that kept all my deepest and darkest secrets you'd probably be really disappointed. The thing is, I don't really have any. I wish I did. It would probably make me a little more interesting and mysterious. Everyone loves a little mystery right?
I watched "The Other Boleyn Girl" and man did they have secrets. You should really watch it if you never had a chance to. And I did a little research since the story is "fiction" and to be honest a lot of the juicy stuff in the movie was real. I don't want to give any details for those of you that didn't watch it but it is quite juicy. I concluded that a lot of the bad stuff that did happen was because of the King. He was a serious perv.
Anyway back to my journal. I'm keeping it to help me with my memory. If I haven't mentioned it before, my memory sucks. And well, that basically explains it all. I don't remember what happened yesterday, so please don't ask me. I don't remember the last time I trimmed my nails or did my laundry. I hardly ever remember birthdays. And there are times I don't know what day of the week it is. The four years I've spent at my university can be reduced to one sentence: It was kinda a blur but I'm glad it's almost over.
I was hoping to have a nice antique looking sophisticated journal and since I knew that wouldn't happen I asked my baby sister to let me have her nice empty journal. And she said no. So my journal is now a 70 page spiraled WIDE-RULED (I hate wide-ruled) notebook. Blah.
It's going to be a challenge because not only am I forgetful but I'm as consistent as I am in updating this blog. I do love writing though. Especially when people find my writing mildly humorous. But I hate reading. Well that's not completely true. I hate reading things that fail to suck me in. But when I do get sucked into a book my sisters tell me I'm really annoying because I turn into a zombie. Day and night become synonymous, I forget about what's happening around me and I never listen to them when they're talking to me.
My family consists of book lovers. One of my sisters told me that I can't be labeled a book lover if I count the number of pages I have left until I'm near the end. I always catch myself doing that.
Anyway this was a useless post but I had to write somethinggg. I'll let you know how the journal thing unfolds.
I watched "The Other Boleyn Girl" and man did they have secrets. You should really watch it if you never had a chance to. And I did a little research since the story is "fiction" and to be honest a lot of the juicy stuff in the movie was real. I don't want to give any details for those of you that didn't watch it but it is quite juicy. I concluded that a lot of the bad stuff that did happen was because of the King. He was a serious perv.
Anyway back to my journal. I'm keeping it to help me with my memory. If I haven't mentioned it before, my memory sucks. And well, that basically explains it all. I don't remember what happened yesterday, so please don't ask me. I don't remember the last time I trimmed my nails or did my laundry. I hardly ever remember birthdays. And there are times I don't know what day of the week it is. The four years I've spent at my university can be reduced to one sentence: It was kinda a blur but I'm glad it's almost over.
I was hoping to have a nice antique looking sophisticated journal and since I knew that wouldn't happen I asked my baby sister to let me have her nice empty journal. And she said no. So my journal is now a 70 page spiraled WIDE-RULED (I hate wide-ruled) notebook. Blah.
It's going to be a challenge because not only am I forgetful but I'm as consistent as I am in updating this blog. I do love writing though. Especially when people find my writing mildly humorous. But I hate reading. Well that's not completely true. I hate reading things that fail to suck me in. But when I do get sucked into a book my sisters tell me I'm really annoying because I turn into a zombie. Day and night become synonymous, I forget about what's happening around me and I never listen to them when they're talking to me.
My family consists of book lovers. One of my sisters told me that I can't be labeled a book lover if I count the number of pages I have left until I'm near the end. I always catch myself doing that.
Anyway this was a useless post but I had to write somethinggg. I'll let you know how the journal thing unfolds.
posted by Chuckle at
5:43 PM
3 Comments:
i saw ur journal on the doyer. and almost started reading it.
but didnt.
i can't believe i never saw this. i keep a journal. its so nice! ill show it to you. i haven't used it for so long. hide it from your siblings! cuz thatd be emarassssssssssssing
i have many journals that i started but never finished. i hope to combine them all into one book. most of the stuff n ppl i write about are in codes if anyone ever reads them or ill pu conversations but not names to protect ppl
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