Testes, testes, 1 2 3...
Well, I've had this journal for going on almost 2 weeks or more - I thought it might finally be that magical moment when I write a little something in it. I mostly am just doing this so certain people don't have to keep mentioning me in their journals. Ha! I beat the system!
Anyway, I don't have anything mind-numbingly astounding to pencil in right now. I am suffering from what I like to call "the alien taking residence in my skull with his tiny hammer" again. I guess the term "headache" might suffice, but oh well. The alien is back in my brain.
I'm going to attempt to use this journal as an excuse to write something ANYTHING everyday. It's been about a billion ions since I actually just wrote for fun. As far as writing for business goes, I finished up school in December and alas, I haven't had to write any literary criticisms for a few months. ::tear:: As a result, I find that my daily existence doesn't include much time for writing and/or reading anymore and I want to make a conscious choice to change that fact. I'm not aiming for anything grand right now (in fact, the bulk of this journal will probably be rants about how all I do is sleep and/or eat ice cream OR how much I hate my job), just a few words each day so my brain doesn't completely turn into mush.
This journal also gives me an excuse to play around with html and make my opening page all sparkly-like and impressive... or pink. At the very least it allows me to make the page pink. One can only hope and dream for sparkles at a later date.
Anyhow - ha ha! I wrote in my journal, bitches! :)
Anyway, I don't have anything mind-numbingly astounding to pencil in right now. I am suffering from what I like to call "the alien taking residence in my skull with his tiny hammer" again. I guess the term "headache" might suffice, but oh well. The alien is back in my brain.
I'm going to attempt to use this journal as an excuse to write something ANYTHING everyday. It's been about a billion ions since I actually just wrote for fun. As far as writing for business goes, I finished up school in December and alas, I haven't had to write any literary criticisms for a few months. ::tear:: As a result, I find that my daily existence doesn't include much time for writing and/or reading anymore and I want to make a conscious choice to change that fact. I'm not aiming for anything grand right now (in fact, the bulk of this journal will probably be rants about how all I do is sleep and/or eat ice cream OR how much I hate my job), just a few words each day so my brain doesn't completely turn into mush.
This journal also gives me an excuse to play around with html and make my opening page all sparkly-like and impressive... or pink. At the very least it allows me to make the page pink. One can only hope and dream for sparkles at a later date.
Anyhow - ha ha! I wrote in my journal, bitches! :)