You can’t suspend me for open-back shoes!
Current mood: refreshed
A few weeks ago, while rummaging beneath my bed for last year's Christmas ornaments and the tangled mess many of us call a string of lights, I stumbled upon a plain black binder that I didn't recognize. I brushed a bit of dust and under-the-bed mystery fuzz from the cover and opened to the first of the many handwritten pages inside.
My journal.
Forgetting the bare tree in the living room that awaited my return, I was unable to resist reading a paragraph, then a second and a twelfth. Soon, I was smiling at the description of my senior prom dress, giggling about the time I thought the world would end because Mr. Yates had given me a B minus on a writing assignment and spitting-nails mad as I relived the time I was suspended for wearing open-back shoes. I mean, it was sooooo stupid! The principal apologized as she handed me the suspension and said she wanted to make an example of me for others who would follow my lead. Oh, yeah? Well, my mom got the parental okay for my best friend to skip school and we spent my day of suspension tanning by the pool and listening to music. Gotta love Tag Team, Boyz II Men and Ugly Kid Joe. But that's an entirely different story.
My point in writing about finding my journal is this – even more than I love journaling, I love reliving a moment in my life. When I read verbatim my thoughts from high school, the hair-brained ideas I concocted during college and the emotions I felt when I decided to leave California... well, these are all significant pieces that ultimately make me who I am today.
I've decided to end 2008 and begin 2009 by returning to my love of journaling. In 2003, when I moved to California, my journal became a public blog which enabled me to update friends and family with career happenings, relate the craziness that is Cali and make new friends as my blog gained readership. This year, however, I slowly gravitated away from my computer. I never lost interest... I simply reasoned that I no longer had time.
Bologna. Or... buh – LOW – nee. He he (some will get it)
For the past several months, my journal has been an inner monologue complete with moments when I laugh out loud (all alone) in the grocery store, backspaces and double spaces and random moments of subject drifting.
And yes, I'm still steaming a little about being suspended as an example. I have a new button on my desk (it's kinda like the Staples Easy Button) that when clicked says, "I'm surrounded by idiots." I've had it for a week now and I'm still waiting on the perfect opportunity to use it. Hasn't happened yet, but I feel it coming soon.
Coming soon... to an office near you... "I'm surrounded by idiots."
Subject drifting.
In 2009, I recommit to keeping a journal. I have lots to tell! Lots to rant about. Speaking of ranting.... nah, nah. Just kidding. I'll save it for later.
Happy Christmas eve!!!!!!!!!
A few weeks ago, while rummaging beneath my bed for last year's Christmas ornaments and the tangled mess many of us call a string of lights, I stumbled upon a plain black binder that I didn't recognize. I brushed a bit of dust and under-the-bed mystery fuzz from the cover and opened to the first of the many handwritten pages inside.
My journal.
Forgetting the bare tree in the living room that awaited my return, I was unable to resist reading a paragraph, then a second and a twelfth. Soon, I was smiling at the description of my senior prom dress, giggling about the time I thought the world would end because Mr. Yates had given me a B minus on a writing assignment and spitting-nails mad as I relived the time I was suspended for wearing open-back shoes. I mean, it was sooooo stupid! The principal apologized as she handed me the suspension and said she wanted to make an example of me for others who would follow my lead. Oh, yeah? Well, my mom got the parental okay for my best friend to skip school and we spent my day of suspension tanning by the pool and listening to music. Gotta love Tag Team, Boyz II Men and Ugly Kid Joe. But that's an entirely different story.
My point in writing about finding my journal is this – even more than I love journaling, I love reliving a moment in my life. When I read verbatim my thoughts from high school, the hair-brained ideas I concocted during college and the emotions I felt when I decided to leave California... well, these are all significant pieces that ultimately make me who I am today.
I've decided to end 2008 and begin 2009 by returning to my love of journaling. In 2003, when I moved to California, my journal became a public blog which enabled me to update friends and family with career happenings, relate the craziness that is Cali and make new friends as my blog gained readership. This year, however, I slowly gravitated away from my computer. I never lost interest... I simply reasoned that I no longer had time.
Bologna. Or... buh – LOW – nee. He he (some will get it)
For the past several months, my journal has been an inner monologue complete with moments when I laugh out loud (all alone) in the grocery store, backspaces and double spaces and random moments of subject drifting.
And yes, I'm still steaming a little about being suspended as an example. I have a new button on my desk (it's kinda like the Staples Easy Button) that when clicked says, "I'm surrounded by idiots." I've had it for a week now and I'm still waiting on the perfect opportunity to use it. Hasn't happened yet, but I feel it coming soon.
Coming soon... to an office near you... "I'm surrounded by idiots."
Subject drifting.
In 2009, I recommit to keeping a journal. I have lots to tell! Lots to rant about. Speaking of ranting.... nah, nah. Just kidding. I'll save it for later.
Happy Christmas eve!!!!!!!!!
posted by Doris @ 5:04 PM
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