Yes, they are mine.
Yes. There might be a couple that are missing, but it was unintentional. One was in my bookbag and one is still shrink-wrapped and sitting on my bookshelf.
Yes, they are many.
No, they are not all full. I would only consider 3 of them to be completely filled.
A couple are in progress and the majority are blank.
One has only recipes in it.
One is my 2004 Vietnam travel journal.
A few were purchased for inspiration for my own journal-making projects so they will never be written in.
A few were gifts. (Thank you!)
You would think that a girl with this many journals and a couple of weblogs would have a lot of thoughts and have things figured out. On the contrary. It's because she is still learning and figuring things out about herself and about the world that she continues to write.
I show these not to elbow or make a jab at anyone who has given me a journal or plans to give me a journal (because I love them), but to show that I know I have come a long way and have a long way to go. In one of my first journals given to all students in my fourth grade class, I thought I was being clever in writing the sentence "I like ___ ___." backward. Maybe I can get my secret out without anyone finding out, i must have thought, even thought I knew the teacher read them.
Love and heartache continue to mystify me and be a powerful muse.
I have actually been on a writing hiatus for several months now... swamped with work and school while squeezing in dates in the between-time. I guess I just needed a bit of red velvet cake to help me realize that I have finished processing some of the random thoughts that have been swimming in my mind and re-evaluate what is important in my life. (I guess my huge tattoo is not doing its job very well.)
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One of the biggest downers in my life right now is the fact that the economy sucks. My public speaking professor--yes, public speaking. If you must know, some nursing schools require me to prove via transcript that I can speak in front of people--mentioned in class yesterday about the murder-suicide of a Wilmington family. Police and a letter left behind suspect that the father killed his wife and three kids after both income earners in the house were fired from Kaiser Permanente West LA.
One of my good friends who has been teaching English in Japan for the past 3 years is going to sign up for another year because she doesn't think there will be a job for her here. I and her other friends really wanted her to finally come home. The sad part is although I got an extension to visit her in Japan, I have less disposable income today than I did when I was told her I couldn't afford it in the past.
Another one of my best friends is about to lose her job in the next couple of weeks as an MFT after just having bought a new home. Economy-related closing of her company/organization.
My dad's hours have been cut in half.
My brother is looking for a job. Anyone need an entry-level legal assistant?
Just makes me appreciate that I have a job. Really.
