June 10, 2013
Journaling Facts about me again =.='''''
Posted at 10:57 AM
Ahas. You know, the very first journal I had wasn't my composition notebook. Or was it? I meant, the first journal I ever had was the one I used in 5th grade but it was a class assignment. When did I start my PERSONAL journal? It was in a mini spiral notebook that I wrote random summaries for books I've read in. I also created story ideas. (I don't know when I started writing stories. I was really young when I started.) and yeah... I forgot about it until I found it in a bag I long forgotten after I started my official first journal with a composition notebook. :3 I remember writing about handing Jeffery the tootsie roll jar during the Halloween Carnival. One of the fondest memories I had back in 7th grade written in a notebook I have casted away... And the sad part about my first official journal was that I didn't properly introduce myself. When was this? 11/1/10? O_O damn that's ... 3 YEARS AGO? Omfg, I thought I started in 2011...I just remembered that date... 2010 was when I started... ahas. Who knew... Damn... it would have been different if I started in 6th grade and wrote about my times with Emily... I can't remember the details anymore. I remember letting my friends read through it during 7th grade. To tell you the truth, I anticipated it so I didn't write any serious secrets or situations of my personal life in it. I didn't even write about dating Auen and he got really annoyed that I didn't mention him. Yeah... If my parents or brother were to read it... my cover = blown. /sighBut yeah, after 7th grade ended... I wrote about everything, especially Auen... And then summer came along :3
I wrote about my dream room, dream house, made sketches or architecture, and drew people I knew and myself, taped in things, all that. And yeah, my writing patterns were really....I don't know how to explain. In the beginning, I wrote every now and then and some days I don't know what happened because nothing was written for that day. It gets me curious and I wonder, "What the hell did I do that day?" Other times, I write stories of imaginary creatures.... o-o I don't know why I did that. I made play skits in the beginning and I drew pictures of all my closest friends, made a map of this imaginary land in which we live, and a brochure... I miss that. But I was only 12 and wasn't that into it until.... yeah... I sort of got use to it along the way and started writing paragraph upon paragraph upon paragraph. :3
It's only been three years and I have written 10 journals. I would consider them books though. I poured my whole entire self into it. One time, I thought they were thrown away and got so sad.
Because .... my journals mean everything to me. Besides my pet, if I were to be in a house fire, the journals are one of the two things I'd bring out with me. >.< It has my whole life in it. It's that precious. My turtles too :3 I lub them. OMFG. Next post about turtles :3
