I Have a Problem
I've become a journal junkie.
I have my first one, which has many elementary school ramblings, and oddly drawings of my room as it changed almost yearly. It also has the majority of my high school years, because despite the number of journals I have I'm less than great at writing frequently. It's the journal where I kept user names and passwords for sites, many I'm sure no longer work. I have some poetry strewn through the pages, and lots of childhood drawings. The original cover is replaced with something I did while I was exploring wicca. Another fad of mine that wasn't too fruitful, but fun nonetheless. I am still really happy with the out come of the cover, it is red-ish and purplish black, looks sort of worn and old. It most definitely is the most intimate of all my journals, and is barely legible because of this, I mostly wrote when I was upset and used a way too flow-y pen to write with.
The second is barely used, but has a few sporadic entries from high school, mostly because I thought something so pretty should be used. Its a journal with a Chinese design, earthy tones and creamy pages. I regret writing in it, because now I don't know how to start using it again.
The third is a simple composition book, much like those from Harriet the Spy, which was why I bought it in the first place. However, I didn't use it to write mean things about the people I know, I used it as a means to explore what I believe and to plan things. I write about religion and ideas like love and what I value. I plan artistic projects and kept a track of the books I read one summer. I write about articles I find that interest me and things that irk me about society. I try to avoid writing about anything trivial going on in my life at the time.
The fourth was a gift from one of my best friends and one of the few people I will tell everything to. It's black leather bound with a soft silk-ish, pink cover. Its pages are slightly larger than the average journal, which is why I decided to make it into a photo journal, I stick a picture of someone I know and write about how they've influenced my life. Or sometimes it's just a photo I like and I write about some realization or life lesson I have discovered.
The fifth is basically a log, I try to track my heath in its pages. It's the smallest of my journals, pages roughly the size of a 4x5 photo. It is a paperblanks journal, which usually chooses a theme or era to base their journals on. Mine is Renaissance style, deep red with embossed gold, very fine details. In it I try (I really mean try, this is the most neglected journal in terms of writing frequency) to record my height, weight and various measurements, as well as what I am doing for exercise and diet. I want to start incorporating my migraines into this journal so I can come up with reasons for why I keep getting them.
The sixth was a gift from my boyfriend, apparently he saw it and it reminded him of me. It's thinner than my other journals but also very pretty. It has a cropped view of a girl and there's music notes and birds all around her and it's mostly coloured with reds. So sweet was this gesture that I didn't even know what to write in it. I decided tonight that I might as well just write about our relationship in it.
Then there's seven and eight, both purchased today. Both are adorable and instantly loved. Seven, I have decided, is for musical musings, thoughts about the songs I can't stop listening to, the songs that I cant stand and the ones who shape me. The journal itself is exquisite, Japanese design, lots of oranges, blues, reds and greens; very floral and airy, every page set is different from the one before. There's a pocket in the front which I thought would fit a CD, hence my making in for musical thoughts.
The eighth is actually one I have to write for once. It is for my acting class, and though I know I probably didn't have to buy a real journal for the assignment, by now I think it's obvious that I couldn't help myself. It's thinner, but still hard covered. The cover is white covered in gray letters, except for the bottom right corner where is says "thoughts" in multi-colours, and it has a rich yellow elastic to keep it shut. In this journal I'm expected to record my thoughts on the class and try to answer any questions brought up in class or even some of my own.
And of course there's this Live Journal! I'm quite unsure of my intentions for this journal, as it has changed over the years, but It is another way to explore my thoughts and express myself, for which I am always grateful.
Courty