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So, new journal. I'm still sorting things out, so I'm sorry if things look a little wonky, but I'm ridiculously proud of the way this looks - the banner is a photograph of a collage I did, which is sort of a backwards way to have done this but I'm pleased with how it turned out. Even though it's like the size of Mount Everest up there.
About this whole having a new journal thing - there are a couple of points to it.
Moving, moving, moving. Blah, blah, blah. I'm tired of listening to myself talk about it. So just insert some whiny, mopey stuff there, followed by some stuff about how it's all actually fine. Meh.
I was walking on Fourth Street today and I got caught up by one of those canvassers, this one for Prop 8. I am such a sucker for that crap. So she talked to me for a while and I was going to give her some money and then she asked for more by way of saying that a figure with "8" in it is symbolic and I knew what she was doing but I gave it to her anyway. Garrrgh. I can't tell whether this makes me a good person or a person with no spine. And it doesn't even feel as good as it should to donate to something, because I feel like such a fool for getting suckered into it.
Driving test next Wednesday. OMG.
Brad gave me this amazing pillow for my birthday. We had been talking about pillows and how all of mine sucked and I needed new ones, so he got me a pillow. But it is not only a pillow - he also gave me this absurd satin pillowcase, that has all of these ridiculous colors and the packaging on the outside said things like "Keeps your hairstyle right - all night!" and "This satin case gives you morning fresh face!" It's very silly. I'll have to put up a picture later for you to fully appreciate it.
BUT NOW it is time to go to sleep. On my pillow. With my morning fresh face.
About this whole having a new journal thing - there are a couple of points to it.
- I have realized that my life is better when I pay attention to it. Nothing as harsh as "the unexamined life is not worth living," but I notice things, appreciate things more when I know I'm going to write about them later.
- I've been failing incredibly hard at doing that on mollylives . I think this is a combination of two things.
- A feeling like there's so much crap already there that it doesn't matter if I skip things or not
- A feeling of shame or embarrassment at my past self. Not that I wrote anything terrible, just the realization that never in my life have I had any idea what I am really doing - I don't now, either, and I do expect to look back on this with horror, but I think these things need to be cleared out once in a while.
Moving, moving, moving. Blah, blah, blah. I'm tired of listening to myself talk about it. So just insert some whiny, mopey stuff there, followed by some stuff about how it's all actually fine. Meh.
I was walking on Fourth Street today and I got caught up by one of those canvassers, this one for Prop 8. I am such a sucker for that crap. So she talked to me for a while and I was going to give her some money and then she asked for more by way of saying that a figure with "8" in it is symbolic and I knew what she was doing but I gave it to her anyway. Garrrgh. I can't tell whether this makes me a good person or a person with no spine. And it doesn't even feel as good as it should to donate to something, because I feel like such a fool for getting suckered into it.
Driving test next Wednesday. OMG.
Brad gave me this amazing pillow for my birthday. We had been talking about pillows and how all of mine sucked and I needed new ones, so he got me a pillow. But it is not only a pillow - he also gave me this absurd satin pillowcase, that has all of these ridiculous colors and the packaging on the outside said things like "Keeps your hairstyle right - all night!" and "This satin case gives you morning fresh face!" It's very silly. I'll have to put up a picture later for you to fully appreciate it.
BUT NOW it is time to go to sleep. On my pillow. With my morning fresh face.